Post by Kazuma on Jan 10, 2007 8:04:52 GMT 1
It had grown late, Kazuma had spent the entire training and enjoying the city but something in his head told him the day was still missing something. Walking around aimlessly he began to think what a normal night like this would usualy hold for him, what was it that had kept him up pondering his life these past several nights.
He thought about it looking aroud the city until a familiar scent past through his nostrials, blood, sweat, testosterone, vomit, and liqour. This caused his eyes to shoot wide open and put a certian spunk in his step as he began to follow this lovely stench through the air. As he turned the corner a neon sign caught hit eye, it was simple and yet it was like a becon of brillance that only read "BAR"
Stopping for a moment Kazuma got down to one knee and put his hands in the air as though he was preying. "Thank you benevolent being for the enebreahtion I am about to recieve" and with that he got up with a smile and headed into the bar.
It had been weeks since Kazuma had actually been to a bar, he had traveled the SF sceen but had only been subject to theme bars gay clubs and yuppie hang outs. These were no place for the average Joe or for that matter any person with a criminal record.
Upon entering he immediatly shoved his way through other drunks and people just sitting and watching the the football game that was on the Television. It was places like this that made Kazuma feel at home, knowing every one was your drunken equal just made having a drink easier on the mind.
Slamming his hand on the counter he immediatly got the attention of one the bar tenders. It was a male looking to be in his upper thirties with a dirty unkept goatee and a belly that would enter a room two steps before he would
"What will it be"
"Shot of whiskey make it a triple actually make it 5,and a guniness"
The bartender just gave him an odd look, a guy who needed shots that badly had some kind of problems. He began to pour the shots into one glass and also a pint of guniness having no intentions of asking Kazuma for any kind of I.D, after all the young made had a look in his eyes that screamed for booze and violence and he didn't want the powerhouse sitting infront of him to get violent because he was going to be refused service.
The drinks were placed infront of him, taking the whiskey he drank the entire 5 shots in one gulp and placed the glass down as the liquid began to burn through his throat causing him to make the unstopable whiskey face.And with a sigh he took his beer and turned around to watch the game for a while before ordering more shots.
He thought about it looking aroud the city until a familiar scent past through his nostrials, blood, sweat, testosterone, vomit, and liqour. This caused his eyes to shoot wide open and put a certian spunk in his step as he began to follow this lovely stench through the air. As he turned the corner a neon sign caught hit eye, it was simple and yet it was like a becon of brillance that only read "BAR"
Stopping for a moment Kazuma got down to one knee and put his hands in the air as though he was preying. "Thank you benevolent being for the enebreahtion I am about to recieve" and with that he got up with a smile and headed into the bar.
It had been weeks since Kazuma had actually been to a bar, he had traveled the SF sceen but had only been subject to theme bars gay clubs and yuppie hang outs. These were no place for the average Joe or for that matter any person with a criminal record.
Upon entering he immediatly shoved his way through other drunks and people just sitting and watching the the football game that was on the Television. It was places like this that made Kazuma feel at home, knowing every one was your drunken equal just made having a drink easier on the mind.
Slamming his hand on the counter he immediatly got the attention of one the bar tenders. It was a male looking to be in his upper thirties with a dirty unkept goatee and a belly that would enter a room two steps before he would
"What will it be"
"Shot of whiskey make it a triple actually make it 5,and a guniness"
The bartender just gave him an odd look, a guy who needed shots that badly had some kind of problems. He began to pour the shots into one glass and also a pint of guniness having no intentions of asking Kazuma for any kind of I.D, after all the young made had a look in his eyes that screamed for booze and violence and he didn't want the powerhouse sitting infront of him to get violent because he was going to be refused service.
The drinks were placed infront of him, taking the whiskey he drank the entire 5 shots in one gulp and placed the glass down as the liquid began to burn through his throat causing him to make the unstopable whiskey face.And with a sigh he took his beer and turned around to watch the game for a while before ordering more shots.
