The bartender raised an eyebrow at the girl as she set a box on the counter of his bar. “You’re that Summer girl, right?” he asked absently, and then nodded as he stepped away to find his employer. Several minutes later, he returned, “Vex’ll be out momentarily.”
And several moments later, the Mesmer appeared, walking over to where Summer stood at the bar. He was dressed in his finest. “‘Ello, Precious,” he greeted, “Ya called?”
“‘That Summer girl’,” she muttered. When she looked up and caught sight of Vex, though, her mouth went dry. She had a pretty speech prepared to go with the gift, and it all flew out of her head. Wordlessly she picked up the box and held it out.