Ace frowned lightly at Thatch's remark. Man he wished he understood what was going on in that over moussed head of his. He just couldn't wrap his head around what had made Thatch so depressed and unhappy. I mean yeah sure learning you were dead was hard, and blaming yourself for someone elses death was harder...I mean Ace himself was still dealing with that as well. But he was trying. To him it seemed like Thatch was just ready to give up and roll over and die. Again. Sighing he just grabbed his mug and headed over to the blond and her friends. In no time at all they were talking and laughing and the blonde and her redheaded friend were pawing him and fawning over him while he regaled them with his tales. A brunette, also one of the young girls friends headed over to Thatch, taking Ace's empty seat and smiling at the older man.

"Hi, My name is Priscilla. What's yours?" She asked. She had dark brown eyes and a little mole on her left cheek that just made her look that much classier. She rested her head in her palm and crossed her legs. Interested in nothing more then a conversation she waited patiently for Thatch to respond.