"I do." Engie replied. "My parents are kinda rich..."

"Oh? And they give you money?", he asked, tilting his head.

"Yeah, they do." Engie replied. "So don't worry about it."

"How old are you?", asked Scout curiously.

"32." Engineer confessed. "See... I was pretty sheltered as a kid which is why I couldn't get a job better than a merc... And my parents still send me money."

"Hm.. That's pretty much. You don't look that old", said Scout with, drinking all his beer in one go. "Wooha! That felt good. And being mers isn't so bad... or so I think."

"You'll want to go easy on those." Engie advised. "You don't wanna get drunk..."

"Why not? I'm sure you would be able to bring me home in your strong arms", he saidm blushing a bit.

"I know. But still, hangovers are bitches." Engie advised him.

"Well.. that's true", said Scout. "Tell me something about yourself.."