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[target_is_set]

Who: Sammy Day (OU), OPEN
Where: SAKAI
What: Sammy needs a drinks to cool off from the daily Igura life. Perhaps he'll pay a visit to the pool table. Nostalagia and elitism about jazz music ensue.
When: Evening
Warnings: At worst, Sammy's mouth

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[fuzzy_coat]

He made his way across the smoky room, side-stepping his way past groups of people and more towards the guy who caught his eye. This is stupid. He knew that much. Maybe it was his lightheadedness, or the fact that he had been stuck in that hole-in-the-wall in Hatsudai for so long that he had begun to go mad, but he felt like shooting the breeze. He wasin't so feather-headed that he didn't know where his knife was, just in case this got bad. He took another sip of his girly drink, chewing on a sliver of banana as he spoke up.

"Hey. Not from around here, are you?"

[target_is_set]

He took a deep breath of the heavy air in the room. The smell of smoke made him almost crave a cigarette. Almost. Ah, cigarettes and debauchery.
He turned around at the origin of the voice. Jeepers, that kid looks shot. Maybe a fellow participant.

''Nope, how did you guess.'', he replied with a wry smile. Oh, he knew he stood out in crowds. And somehow, stealth or not, he actually enjoyed it, even when a part of him would say that it was to comepensate things he lacked.

[fuzzy_coat]

He eyed the guy over the rim of his drink as he took another swing, thankful that the glass shielded the twitch of his mouth as well-dressed guy spoke. He noted the person's smile. What was with all the cheerful attitudes in the safe zone all of a sudden? It must be a holiday of some kind, or something. "Intuition?" He pointed at the top of the guys head. "That and the hat."

He swooshed the drink around in it's glass. "You're probably the only logically-dressed participant that I've ever seen here in Igura. The only other guys I've seen so dressed up around here were those black-suits who worked for the old Vischio. Sure you're not a spy in disguise?"

[target_is_set]

If he had taken a sip right now, he'd have sputtered his drink. Not of genuine surprise, because hey, he knew his attire wasn't normal around here, but mostly since the thought of himself being seen as well-dressed was, how to say, odd.
''Ooooh no. I'm apparently old-fashioned, but as outlandish as you can get.'', he replied with a little shrug.
''Pretty sure that we all stand out in our way in this crowd anyway'', he added with a vague look towards the people with them.
Oh of course, many looked like they were in rags, but it was a nice mix of colours in style in there.

[fuzzy_coat]

"Huh."

His intelligent response was more like a sound of confirmation as he chewd his banana slivers and watched the guy in the dress suit surrounded by punks talk about how he wasin't outlandish. "I guess, maybe you're right. I'm no exception, either. Good thing looks aren't everything, huh." He had a very vauge feeling of stares at the back of his neck, as though their conversation was being overheard from the corners of the room. Then again they weren't being very discreet about things. He looked down at his drink. Empty. "A lot of people do it on purpose. They haven't figured out yet that you don't need a mohawk and a billion piercings to get noticed." He placed the empty glass down on an empty table.

"You got a name? I'm tired of thinking of you as "the guy"."

[target_is_set]

He chuckled, looking again at the crowd with added amusement.
"Haha, oh wow. They might as well be placed in zoos in my time. Not aure if trying to look like you're half made of metal is the best way to have authority here."

He looked up at the other man again.
"Name's Sammy. You?"
He thought it was enough to only say his first name, for dropping carelessly his full name in order to make the other wonder whether it was real or a made-up one got boring a while ago.

[fuzzy_coat]

"Sammy, I see." He paused, wondering whether he should laugh or bury his face in his hands. What was funny was that the guy didn't sound like he was half wrong, either. "Mine is Akira, and I kinda agree with you. From what I've seen, some of them probably being made of metal would explain a lot of things to me. This place is already like a zoo or a circus, in a way. And since you're so dressed up, you could be the ring leader." He stuffed his healing hand into his jacket pocket as he waved the guy off with his free hand. "It was nice meeting you. I would stick around and chat with you longer but that drink is starting to get to me and I doubt that you wanna catch whatever it is that has me so messed up." He let a slight smirk tug the corner of his mouth as he turned to make his way out of the bar.

"Let's hope we don't reenact this meeting in the grounds."