Absolutely gorgeous!

I adore Atlas Obscura!

I think I could divide my answers into two categories
TARDISes and geography.

The library is a great choice, I still love the smell of books.
My grandfather's workshop where I learned woodwork and metal fabrication.
My grandmothers kitchen garden (and kitchen) where I learned some arcane chemistry.

As far as places that changed my path and shaped the person I am, Jiddah, Amsterdam, and the Channel Islands.

Looking in as I pass by

looks

Luxor Heights
"Wait I don't know this area quite as well as I—" MILLIE started to move with you, stopped, and then started to double back and move towards a different stairwell as more voice could be heard, distantly. Difficult to tell if they were coming from above or below, given it was carrying through the whole stairwell.

Someone told a very funny joke, evidently.

"Okay let's take this path. Holy shit, I didn't know this was a Gongo hang, wasn't this Giancarlo's spot last week?"

Not too surprising, given that territory changes hands all the time, just something that caught her off-guard in the moment. Even as she was moving, she started to rummage over what she pulled off of Krank.

A leather satchel, unzipped to reveal some bags of pills and other substances, presumably for redistribution.
Some XBD shards.

Spare mag and power source for his gun, just a standard Liberty Arms pea-shooter.

"I'm pretty sure you killed him, dude…" Like she should be too concerned. A fate that was waiting for them all, one day.

"…uh what was on the sidekick?"

Bar
A grateful sound as you help him with his balance, letting you bolster - hand staying on your shoulder, though.

"Wait, that you're clever? That lesson?"

Oh, see, he doesn't think he's drunk enough yet.

"I'm not. It still sucks, though." It was an afterthought, tagged on, because you're right.. it's the least of things.

Seaglass eyes narrow, leaning in close as if that will help them discern if you mean it. "I can't tell if you're serious or not."

A blink, and you've hit on a sore point. A wound. Even drunk, his voice quiet, "I don't have anyone else. And I offered to never talk to Holly again. I did." But they can'tlose everything. They won't survive it. They're barely surviving this. They're hanging on by a thread, and they're too drunk to try to hide the bleakness of it, the darker thoughts they keep having.

Take away their only support, and they will fall.

Voice quiet and hurting, "I don't think you know enough. Just... not seeing Holly won't fix things."

Brow furrows. "This somehow made you want to hang out with me? I mean, I'd like that, pretty girl offers to help you be less lonely, that's a clear yes, please. Just... why would you want to?"

Luxor Heights
Even knowing precisely what was about to happen, MILLIE didn't quite anticipate the lethal violence of your metal-festooned rabbit punch to the back of Krank, whose awkwardly strewn body ragdolled into an awkward posture before her.

MILLIE startled, earning a few extra inches of space as she reeled back and stared down, gawking at Krank whose arms were tangled awkwardly with his fists half-closed, thumb and index and half of his middle finger jut out like he were holding an invisible pistol in each hand, head cocked sideways against the couch and breathing forcefully yet completely unconsciously, snorting wet and loud and rapid with his eyes almost closed and staring in opposite directions, colorful mohawk disheveled and folded in starched disarray against the pummeled leather.

Fresh blood began to dribble, and she was almost certain he'd be dead in a few minutes or seconds.

"FUCK!" she had barely had a chance to process that macabre image when the follow-up sent Peter the Eater backwards and through the hollow faux-wood of the bathroom door and leave him groaning, barely conscious.

"Wait wait wait…" Ever resourceful, she decided to rummage through the soon-to-be-flatlined Krank's pockets.

"Woo! Some iron! Grab the other gonk's stuff, let's go!"

Bar
Her right hand lifts to catch you when you overbalance and you manage to catch yourself on her shoulder, so she just gently bolsters you into a sitting position with her hand on your ribs.

That's a perfect lesson to learn.

You'll notice that, aside from the drink she promised in trade for your story and the one she ordered for herself when she sat down, she hasn't ordered another. You're drunk enough, if you ask her.

But... I didn't get the feeling you were close to your parents?

Not that it doesn't hurt, but, like... a minor pang, in comparison to the rest, yeah?

We can have this debate again when you're sober, if you want.

Is she kidding? It's hard to tell. Even if you were sober, it might still be hard to tell, honestly.

Those pale blue eyes of hers gain intensity as she looks at you. When you pause, she leaps in.

I mean... I get that you can't unmake the mistake, but if it was the biggest mistake in your life, I don't understand why you'd keep making it.

You don't stand a chance of winning Dee back if you keep sleeping with Holly, if you ask me.

Then, as if realizing that her honesty may come off a little heavy, she apologizes.

Sorry, you are totally not asking me. It just seems like you're giving up what you really want so you can hold on to something fun and helpful and so you won't be alone.

And, yet again, she's dipped into being too honest. There's an apologetic shake of her head that makes her ponytail swing.

Sorry, I have a thing... about honesty.

Even when I don't know enough and it's not really my business, apparently.

A slight sheepishness to her tone, but she still doesn't think she's wrong.

While I'm in no state to help out with an apartment, maybe I could be someone fun to be around and keep you from being quite so lonely sometimes?

That is, if you're up for someone who often slips into being far too honest.

Luxor Heights
You got through '—work—', and Mike was on the move. The sound of displaced and rattling bottles precedes his violent introduction of his metal'd knuckles into the back of Krank's skull. Having pushed off his cybernetic leg, the tumbling glass shatters at the moment of his full extension impact into The soft, pack-of-hotdogs flesh that did it's best to protect that fragile bit of spine-to-skull connection.

Which is to say, not enough. His fist hit's Krank with the sound of an aluminum bat that's been filled with water, dimmed sound of metal striking something with force.

Krank's Eyes keep their sightline, staring at MILLIE. The only problem is, his head whips forward and his body follows as he goes tumbling over the battered coffee table. He was completely blind-sided, sucker-punched, and crashed to the floor, wedged between the coffee table and the couch.

Peter the Eater looks down at Krank's body, and then to Mike, throwing his hands up into the air, shouting "I DIDN'T EVEN LIKE HIM ANYW—"

The bar, etched with I M across it's front, follows it's leaping punch into Krank's skull by smashing into Peter's nose.

Blood fires down his front like the world's grossest spit-take, and he tumbles backwards to fall through the bathroom door and land hard on the tile.

"Let's Go!"

Shouts Mike, at you, already moving toward the door.

beanstalk

I wish I could sleep. I’m up all night just sitting here staring at the ceiling crying up my situation. Don’t know what to do. Don’t know what to do. I’m lost get out of a dream. I can’t wake up from a nightmare transcriber. Do you understand I would last just waiting for. The end to happen I don’t wanna die. I still you and everybody else here good night I’ll try again fall asleep. Say goodbye for stair to cry. Have a good night. They know you and the rest of the SOIi Family

Mmm sorry I missed You

Entering ThePub

Luxor Heights
Well, might as well buy a few more seconds, produce a bit of noise to keep the unsuspecting gangers' attention pointed forward.

She feigned a yawn and stretched, rolling slightly on the couch before staring, lazily, at the two.

"Oh shit, is this your spot? You don't mind if a girl happens to knock out for a bit in safe territory, do ya? This is safe territory, right?"

Shit, depending on how they answer, perhaps they escape an unfavorable outcome.

…at least until Krank and Peter's conversation continued.

Said Krank: "Aw you shouldn't have? Wait, how did you afford her?"
Peter answered: "Oh uh, ehehe… uh… Gongo gave me an advance on the last gig, said ya deserved it?"

MILLIE's pretense dropped.

"Wait… you guys work for fuckin' Gongo?"

Her eyes dropped from the two, and over to EZ Mike, who she had to assume had ample time by now to wind up. Maybe even windmill his arms, heat it up real good. Maybe down a can of spinach if it was necessary.

SO
Steaming
Oatmeal

Next word: Oatmeal

l/p

(step)mom??