The first guy they met simply wasn't Chloanne's type. Let's leave it at that. Second guy, too short. Third guy, too skinny. There was an eldar at some point, but he acted too snotty. Then, there was a space marine who would have probably wanted to bone his battle-brothers before boning any other thing. There was an imperial Guardsman, but he was scared of her, due to her wearing a commissariat jacket. Some weird chaos cultist, what even. There was another dude too, he was wearing a green tunic. But all he did was yell erratically and throw pots around. Weird. At some point, a Dreadnought was involved. Burned out from that experience, the two ladies exit the bar, exasperated. "Don't worry... this is just the first bar. I have three on my list, and that's two left. Let's go!" The evening was still young. A chaplain, A Tau, A Kroot (jesus christ...) At one point, some guy seemed pretty nice. Until Chloanne noticed his wedding ring. They met tons of different people, all with their one little problem. Another one was too smart. At some point, I even think a Tyranid showed up or something. They left the second bar early in the evening, with only one bar remaining. The last bar, thankfully, was something quite odd. There was people, yes, and there was also a fighting ring in the center. Naturally, the men fighting were of good spirits. For some time, people passed around the title of champion, until a space marine entered the ring, and would remain undefeated for the night almost entirely. Sadly for Chloanne, none of these men seemed interesting. She got sadder and sadder by the end of the night. Very few people were left, as most had abandoned the fighting circuit, due to a fuсking space marine beating everyone simply by being a space marine. Macha and Chloanne sat at the bar, Macha had her hand on her shoulder, trying to comfort her friend. "Hey, it's alright... maybe there'll be more people tomorrow!"