The sound of cat yeowls and human cries of pain could be heard even out on the street coming from the back storage room of Caritas. A random cat had somehow gotten down in there and decided to mark it's territory.

While Yondaime took care of the cat, Tino was manning the bar. Better Yondaime, than him.

[Kitten issue bbl]

“Okay so every time one of the zombies drops a body part we take a shot, if I’m the last one standing you owe me 100 bucks and if you win I’ll give it do you, deal?” Yondaime said after Tino dared question his ability to hold his liquor.

They shook on it, poured several shots of whiskey, opened the bar and waited for the first limbs to fall.

Yondaime was determined to make this a good week, nevermind the fact that none of his letters back home had been answered that could be anything, didn't mean the village was distroyed or everyone was dead or anything like that ( Read more... )

Yondaime wasn't sure how he managed to pull it off, but he had slept through most of the weekend, getting up only once or twice to eat and do other bodily needs. He must have needed it through and still did as he kept nodding off at the bar ( Read more... )

Yondaime browsed through the Lexington Park newspaper after cleaning and opening up the bar, going through page by page for something that wasn't soaked in world drama. Granted it was yesterday's newspaper but he knew there was at least one section he could count on ( Read more... )

Another Monday, another Ninja polishing a bartop. That sounds way dirtier than intended

Things were quiet but Yondaime didn't mind at all, though he was just waiting for Zombies to pull something.

Yondaime hummed to himself as he went around the bar, cleaning up and doing general matenance stuff. Before he knew it, he was singing ( Read more... )

Yondaime wiped off the bar where he had dropped a bottle of schnapps after one of the zombies decided it would be funny to surprise the ninja with a loud sour note on the saxaphone, right behind his ear.

Oh they were going to pay for that, for now he just emptied a can of cocktail olives into the saxaphone in temporary revenge.

Things were quiet around the bar as Yondaime and Tino wiped down the counter and the Zombies tuned up their instruments.

...Almost too quiet.

So long as you didn't count the odd twang or squeak from the instruments.

Tino was still mopey about the money he'd lost in some betting pool, the Zombies weren't helping much by gloating and Yondaime was going through a semi identity crisis that seems to involve learning to sew flowers and birds."Tino?" Yondaime asked in an attempt to get the man's mind off gambling. "Is it less gay for two guys to go to a sewing club ( Read more... )