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[tridented]

[ The time is: 23:18.

The location is: BAR ALTITUDE.

You are currently: a) seated at the bar and waiting for a drink- that bartender's taking his sweet time, isn't he?

b) already drunk and dancing it out on the dance floor, planning to burn it up, yeah?

or

c) standing by the entrance looking like a lost soul and wondering just why in the hell

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[skippingly]

[And poking his head in to check if Shizu-chan is about before completely coming in. Really, the worst thing would be to in such a small area without any means of proper escape -- save causing destruction anyway. Ah well. Not his fault. His shoulders give a shrug before waving cheerfully at the bartender.]

Mu-chan! You actually got the job here. I'm proud of you.

[tridented]

[ --right, Shizuo, the one that did Mukuro's interview and that Izaya continues to have ongoing grudge battles with mostly resulting in a lot of broken glass and blood pressures to high to be entirely healthy. But who is he to judge? ]

Did you doubt my ability?

[skippingly]

[He takes his seat on one of the unoccupied bar stools around the counter. Brief moment to check his phone to see if there were any messages on the forums or otherwise to quickly troll, and deciding that there were not.]

No. Shizu-chan just is a surprisingly difficult person to get along with, right?

[tridented]

[ So far, so good, at least until Shizuo spots Izaya in here, that is. Mukuro slides right along over, snagging a clean class in the same movement, starting to prep a drink. ]

He does seem a little on edge. Does he get enough calcium?

[outerplanet]

[ HI AMY!11 OPTION C, pffft. underaged boy should not be here and he's convinced that he made the wrong turn and got himself lost. uh, he's going to head over to the bar and ask for directions: ] Ah, excuse me -- um, can you tell me how to get back to Welkin Hall?

[tridented]

[ HI THERE LITTLE BOY... Mukuro sets down a glass, leaning over the edge of the bar and smiling. ]

Oya, are you out past your cufew?

[outerplanet]

. . . I lost track of the time.

[tridented]

If you're already late, what difference does another hour or two make?

[ars_x_goetia]

[ Guess whose twin decided to pop on by. Having submitted his fashion collection for the semester, and a newly secured contract with one of the fashion houses, he enters, looking like a fashion plate, himself.

And he glances around briefly, before making a beeline to where Mukuro is. ]

[tridented]

[ Right, right, you queer-- that is, hello dearly beloved metrosexual sibling who continuously burned all of Mukuro's jeans for well over half a decade.

Mukuro catches sight of Sebastian coming, and waves, jaunty. ]

[ars_x_goetia]

[ It's for your own good, you ungrateful jerk. Also, metrosexuality's the new black, these days.

He inclines his head in responds, and climbs onto the nearest stool. The briefest, most well-meaning appraisal, and he remarks. ]

You should look into making a request to the management for a more aesthetically pleasing uniform.

[tridented]

[ Slides right along the bar and over to Sebastian, and laughs. ]

What kind of greeting is that? [ What if Mukuro's not even wearing his uniform. What if he's only wearing his leather pants and nothing else- not that he is dressed like that. ]

[isfuckingnike]

[ ... Hibari does not want to be here. One, it's an enclosed space. Two, there are people. Mingling.

But he's here anyway, and he wants a stiff drink and probably some unfortunate soul stupid enough to cross his path tonight that he can beat up without remorse.

Like Mukuro.

And so he heads towards the bar, settles on the stool. It's the emptiest spot in this entire bar, and Hibari's quite happy to park himself here. ]

Your keys. [ And the reason why he's in a foul mood is because someone had been stupid enough to stay in the same lane his car is in, and to actually make a dent in said car.

Which, really, is akin to committing suicide. ]

[tridented]

[ You're not allowed to beat up the bartender, it's like, bar protocol. Or no drinks or setting foot in this place for the rest of Hibari's living life.

Mukuro looks up from his phone, where he's been pre-occupied by texts, quite happily idle and not working. But this one here, Hibari's always a bearer of- well, ill tidings. ]

My keys? [ What keys- does Hibari really think Mukuro will load a road rager like him his car of all things. ]

[isfuckingnike]

[ He gives him a calm, measured look, and gets comfortable. He pays little attention to the crowd around him as he lazily comments - really, it's so insulting to think that Hibari is capable of something as banal as road rage. He just punishes offenders, you know? ] Your car keys.

[tridented]

[ Mukuro props his elbows up on the table, still half watching his phone, half listening to Hibari, and utterly unconcerned. Of course it's road rage, don't even deny it. ]

I've gone and misplaced them.