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[applelimber]

Who: Helen (applelimber), Open!
When: The beginning of happy hour.
Where: The Foxhole
Format: Paragraph, action if people want to start their own threads and do it that way.
What: The Foxhole's Grand Opening. You don't have to comment directly to Helen. :) You're welcome to start your own open or private threads.
Warnings: Possible drunkenness. Bar brawls

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[xnoble_reasonx]

A bar. In all of his two and a half centuries, Byakuya had never stepped into a poorer establishment. He'd never been in a place called 'The Foxhole' either, and he certainly hadn't spent any time in a place that actually called itself a 'bar'. Places like this carried a poor reputation, ones that spoke about fights, a place that those of the eleventh division would frequent and not someone of the noble status one such as he bore.

But he was here and to turn back would probably be impossible. He'd agreed to come and though he had no problem being rude to those inside or the owner itself, but a Kuchiki did not do anything half way.

What he was doing was questionable. What did one do, aside from drink, at such a place? And why had he agreed in the first place? He'd at least have to stay until Kaien was satisfied, so he could have his bananas and go home. Home sounded nice.

He gave the elder shinigami an inquiring stare and said nothing, not exactly interested in staying now that they were walking in.

[right_reaction]

Grimmer enters with his usual smile on his face, evidently either completely oblivious to the state of such things as the walls or completely at home in spite of them. The clientele were what was important about a bar, after all, not the decor. It was the clientele who could provide information, if they were willing.

Giving the room a friendly wave, he began to look around for a table.

[drjonessmith]

Martha recognized this one. The one trying to start a newspaper. Grimmer. They'd talked a bit in the past, though like most of the customers she'd never met him in person. She returned his wave.

"Hello there! What will you have?"

[right_reaction]

That was the doctor turned alien-hunter, wasn't it? Not a profession you forgot easily, even had Grimmer's memory been less keen than it was. Martha, that was her name.

"Hello!" He beamed. Glancing around the walls, he replied "I think I'll just have a beer, if that's alright."

[drjonessmith]

"You'll have to be more specific than that. We have quite a selection." She pointed up at the specials board. "Personally I'd recommend the summer ale. I know it's a bit colder than it should be but it still fits the season." She laughed to herself as she prepped an icy cold mug, waiting to pour until Grimmer confirmed his choice.