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The man must have been running low on his favored moron juice as he got far too excited at Matthew's offer. He knew he could sway the man but he was really this desperate for a bit of alcohol? The stranger in his elation grabbed Matthew, the man's scent burning the very hair from his nostrils, he just had to pinch his nose between his fingers. He felt the man sway, disrupting his balance. At the first opportunity, he pushed him away with a smile upon his face. Both grateful to be distanced from the man and to have succeeded in putting distance between them. He tried to mirror the man's excitement but in a superb display of overacting ended up awkwardly throwing his fist into the air, while wearing an twisted, uncertain smirk.

"Sure thing! To craven's Hollow then!"

As they made the way to what Matt had hoped was proper civilization the young man soon found that the trip was far more...... physical than he had expected. This Craven's Hollow seemed many miles away, far more than what the privileged youth was ever used to. Matters only became more complicated as the ground shifted beneath his feet, before his very eyes, flat hills turned into rough surfaces, straight paths blocked by inclines and hills. He sighed as he walked, the volume increasing the more they ached, the high pitched whines he never meant to manifest them as indicating the intensity of his work free lifestyle.

AS his lungs came close to bursting, and his legs near collapse he cast a glance at the back of his um friend? No he was more of a guide Matt thought, and hopefully a temporary one. But still he wondered if he should try to make conversation? After all he was the only one around, and if he was going to be there for a while he might as well try to talk to someone. And though the boy had opened his mouth intending to speak he found no words came to mind? Just what the hell could Matt say? What did the two possibly have to talk about? Would this drunkard even be receptive to conversation? Then again if alcohol was on the line Matt had a feeling he could get the man to do just about anything. Maybe it was best just to say nothing? These two thoughts warred in his head constantly, and just as he had come to reconcile them they were at their destination. Craven's Hollow.

As they entered the town Matt barely noticed that he was being pulled forward. Instead his eyes were fixed on the strange creatures that populated this place. A myriad of emotions formed upon his face only to be replaced with another every few seconds. There were repulsive creatures, hideous beast men, woman that oozed slime, he was even sure that he spotted a man covered in eyes sporting multiple limbs. These creatures repulsed him but there were beautiful things here too. Some of the people here seemed from an actual dream, a good dream of course. People with unnatural beauty, shining woman like goddess or men with soulful eyes. He liked those ones the most. These were the kind of beings that inhabited the dreaming and of them all he got stuck with the bum?

At this point it was of little surprise that he was being led towards a bar. He watched as a horned girl walked up ready to serve only to be instantly displeased with the man. Apparently his name was Lan? Who knew?

He watched rolling his eyes more than once at the man desperately trying to convince the Erza girl that they were actually friends. Erza was of course amused, and unconvinced threatening to cut off the man's hand. From the look on her face Matt wasn't sure if she was joking or not but he was sure that he didn't really want to find out.

Not missing a beat Matt pulled out a crisp, hundred dollar bill, slapping it on the table with flair, and a smile. "Don't worry ma'am. I've got it covered." Turning to Lan he gave him an uncertain look."That's just for starters but lets make this quick yeah? I don't think times on our side here."