(open log) Take a shot

[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

Comments

Sammy is not the only one who needs a drink, lol!

[fuzzy_coat]

After a few days of being under the weather in the grounds, he had had just about enough of it. Even the most resilient people needed a time out every once in a while, and so this was his. When he walked into the SAKAI he was surprised that noone was screaming and running at the zombie who had just walked into the room. He must have looked like hell, since he felt like it. Overall, the atmosphere was pretty quiet and calm as he side-stepped his way up to the bar counter, his feet felt annoyingly heavy. He touched his hand to the counter top to claim the spot before he slid onto the bar stool, eyes searching around for the bartender and lifting his chin up to get his attention.

"Barten-" he paused, clearing his throat. His voice was lacking it's usual edge. "Bartender? I think I need a.. drink."

He wondered if it was obvious that he had never done this before.

HOPE NOBODY MINDS THE BARTENDER you can pretend he's furniture and move on!

[bar_me_tender]

Akihito stood ever vigilant at the bar, cleaning up and wiping down glasses when he had a rare spare moment between orders and drink prep. The i-jin were interesting, colourful subjects as always, making their often bizarre and otherworldly orders and then flitting off to do this thing or that. Really, Akihito liked these intruders in a strange way... they had made Toshima chaotic, sure, but they had made Toshima a kind of kingdom, hadn't they...?

He smiled brightly at the old-fashioned fellow before he left the bar area - paid in dogtags, one of the many Participants in the room, but he knew when i-jin were looking for i-jin company so he kept his mouth shut, ready to provide drinks at any time.

And then, of course, in stumbled a kid who looked like death warmed over. Akihito couldn't hide the flash of concern on his features- but ah, he saw dogtags around his neck. He was just a kid from Igura with the flu or something...

"You look like you need something." Akihito immediately set about whipping-out ingredients, fingers deftly

WAT that's perfectly fine with me. :3

[fuzzy_coat]

The side of his mouth twitched up, he didn't mean to be rude or anything but he couldn't help but smirk a bit at the irony of the name. "Have a "comfortable squeeze" huh? What is it, like a hug in a glass?" He eyed the mixed concoction warily. Truthfully, he had been planning to get something hot, but then again the bartender probably knew more about what people needed than he did. He nodded his head lowly, leaning over the counter with his elbows and finally turning his face around to look at the crowd. "No, scurvy is not what I need right now. Thanks

/;-; I'm glad I'm not butting in then! YOU KIDS GO PLAY ♥

[bar_me_tender]

"Well, it's not far off from a hug." Akihito smiled warmly at the young man as he mixed-up the drink thoroughly , then drew half of a banana [the other half clearly having been sacrificed for drinks like this one earlier in the evening] from a hidden refrigerator unit beneath the bar and beginning to slice it up with cleanly precision, humming merrily as he diced the banana up into three jaunty little slivers - two of which went into the mixture while the third was wedged neatly on the lip of the glass. It was a little faggy-looking, maybe, but it was hard to object to a man who looked so simply pleased with his work

[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.