Business as Usual [OPEN TO OVER 18]

[Vincent Sanders]

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[atrb=style, background: #aaaaaa; opacity: 0.6][style=height: 350px; overflow: auto; font: 10px Arial; padding-right: 3px; text-align: justify; color: 444444]It was another one of the nights that Vincent had come to love over the years. Living in London for most of his life, he had grown used to polluted air and the stars being drowned out by the lights of the city. Here in Shigayomi, all he could taste on the air was the freshness of the sea, and the stars still shone bright instead of being cut out by streetlights and electric signs. As he walked, Vincent looked down at himself, sighing at the uniform. His boss had always said to dress up smart for work, and this had just been what had suited the style. Besides, bow ties always suited the occasion no matter what. He took in a deep lungful of the air as he walked along the familiar path. He'd been walking down this path for two years now, having been working at Hyouketsu for near on 2 years now. It was funny, thinking back over all the people he had met, all the drinks he had served. It brought a smile to his face. Vincent's gaze quickly shifted up from the pavement as he reached the front door of his work place. He fished the keys from his pocket, and unlocked the door. He was greeted by familiar sights, familiar smells and familiar tastes in the air. Even the air around him seemed familiar, and he loved it. This place was starting to feel home-like to him. Better than the cold and empty house he called a home. All he had for company was his dog, and even she got into moods with him. It probably wasn't going to be overly busy tonight, but he still had to open the place up. It wasn't that bad. At least he could take the time to relax for a bit. Vincent made his way behind the bar after sorting out the chairs and stools and such. He'd grown so used to his job that he didn't even really need to put too much thought into what he was doing. It pretty much just came naturally. Now he just had to wait for the usual suspects to show up. Some drowned their sorrows here, others celebrated joys, all of them came here, and he got a chance to share in it. He could try and improve the mood of those that seemed down, or just cheer on those that were celebrating. Without the other people, this job wouldn't be half as rewarding or entertaining. [/style]

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[Matteo Corso]

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[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #80d0ea; padding: 10px; width: 400px;][style=background-color: #ffffff; opacity: .6; alpha:filter(opacity=60%); font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; color: #000000; width: 250px; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; height: 223px; overflow: auto; margin-bottom: -23px;]Going in a bar meant various thing to Matteo. Some meant festive celebratings. Others meant finishing the year in style while every now and then, it was to make his lover jealous just to seek his attention. Though tonight, he had an idea to simply do something normal; Hang out. Nothing that meant anything like getting drunk, getting back sore or even ending up arrested because of either a sadistic lover or a imensely violent childhood friend. No, tonight would go by peacefully with a sense of amusement. Did he believe that, though? Absolutely not. Reasons were simple, not only due to having invited not only his lover and friend whom he doubted would talk to each others like friends. But also due to the day it was. Friday night. Which meant many things for poor Matteo; a sore behind, wake up with a headache tomorrow and hopelessly but possibly not the last, endless things that went right through his head. Was he that much of a masochist to hang out with such people? Absolutely so. But who could blame him? The guy accepted almost every one that took a liking to him. Not to say he didn't mind every now and then but still. Now that he thought about it, maybe all he would do in that bar was close his eyes calmly in efforts to try and enjoy any drinks he,d get his hands on. That is if he wasn't drunked by then or even drugged by an absolutely wonderful lover. A sigh had escaped the blond italian's lips as he had thought this over, was this actually a bad idea in the end? Probably. But hey, it was something he could enjoy as short as it was. Misery took a liking to him after all and he was used to it by now. The teacher had already given texts to both his lover and friend on coming here tonight. No, he didn't tell any details about who else would come to either of them and he would seriously get arrested and punished for messing up with detectives like that. But it was for the sake of fun, so stupidity could be enjoyed just for today. And he was dressed for that too. Long sleeved orange shirt, black jeans, black tie loosened to make some view for the chest and a fancy belt that told he was fresh out of work. He always liked dressing up like a damned professional after all.. Next thing to do was to wait inside and order a drink while waiting for the others to get here. Matteo sat on a stool, figuring he was here somewhat early due to the fact not much people were here. He smiled politely at the bartender and worded out his first order with a warm tone "If it's not too early, would a pousse cafe be possible?" he told softly. Damn that rainbow drink for being so damn addicting. .[/style]

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[Shuiski Zarek]

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[Antonio Rosso]

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[Hinanawi Kazuumi]

"Ah, guess this is the place..."

Closing the parasol and fixing the creases from her pleated skirt, a female with short, green hair peered inside the door to see that her hutch is true after all, a small sigh escaping her mouth before shaking her head in half-dismay. True that he deserves a day-off and all, but he ought to remember that tomorrow's work day once more and he can't have too much of a drink lest he wants more than a splitting headache from it. Then again, she's not suppose to interfere since she's merely just his 'assistant'. However, being an assistant of someone like him made it a little more troublesome than she could ever imagine, which is why she decided to trail him behind and probably keep an eye on his alcohol intake.

Yes, like that's a legit reason. There's always Mr. Parasol if things went wrong, right?

"Might as well go inside. Troublesome."

Opening the door, the female with green hair and seemingly red brown eyes looked around, noticing that there are also other people not just the aforementioned co-worker of hers as she looked at the other people who noticed her enter and gave a polite smile and a nod of acknowledgement. "Good evening," She spoke with a delightful tone, a charming smile on her face and a polite gesture to top it off. Of course, those who know her well tend to think that the smile she has can be a tad creepy, but it could be worse. Heading towards the place where the male(Antonio) is located, the female decided to probably get some order as well while trying to entertain the guy a bit... and by entertain, she means Mr. Parasol on the head. Later.

"Hello, partner."

Though the smile is still evident, the stress on the tone seems to be something less than happy and more than sinister as the female known as Hinanawi Kazuumi gave a greeting towards Antonio Rosso while waiting for her to take an order.

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note; Mori can't come on account of a splitting migraine, so have Tony's lovable and sadistic assistant instead~ Oh. And, muahaha?

[Gavriil Rasputin]

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It seemed like a ritual, every day he came here since he arrived in Japan, didn't hurt that this place had one of the best beers in the whole country, hell he brought his daughter here frequently, despite the bitching for wanting alcohol like dear ol' dad, this place was one of his favourite to just sit back, relax and....plot on how to torture the little shits the next day.

What could he say? He worked best when intoxicated.

But it was Friday and that meant no plotting tonight, also meant no daughter, all he needed was the booth, his vodka, and maybe a bed partner for the night that won't break just because he was a sadistic asshole. Back in Russia, no one broke as easily as some of the Asian's he's encountered here, you'd think there would be SOME with a backbone, but hell that seemed as rare as a male having facial hair in this damn place.

Taking a shot that was just pure vodka, he set the shooter down before looking over the area. A lot of foreigner's seemed to come here luckily so less chance of a puss out from a native here. His red colored eyes landed on two potential ones, both blonde, both attractive, course one was the bartender but hell, Gaviirl looked at him every night, and vowed that he wouldn't touch the one that makes his drinks, so that just left....the blond sitting on the stool.

Getting up from his seat, he made his way over to the bar, he heard the man order a drink, as he sat down on the stool next to him, it was a free bar, forget all that polite shit, “Vodka.” He grunted out to the bartender, before musing to himself. Only to be brought out of it by an excited yell. Well shit, that kid was asking to get raped, but whatever, not really his type, so it won't be by him.

[Tachibana Kyo]

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[Tachibana Alena]

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[rs=2]	Little Miss Alena was playing stalk her brother, well not completely. It hadn't started out that way, she was just walking home from school, not like she had any other plans today. Other then to go home, take a nice relaxing bath and settle down to watch a scary movie while grading papers. Such a good idea right, well she thought it was. Till out of the corner of her eye, she saw Kyo. Where was he going, out with his friends or something. She should go find out, but no she should go home. She ended up following after him, it was like they were kids again and she was stalking him on the way to school. Or just playing a game with him, but this was different, she had to really keep quiet. If he found her now, who knew how it would go. "What is he doing...." She stopped and watched him wander in, he was going to a bar. Why was her brother doing that, probably cause he wanted to, the work he did was probably really stressful. It seemed some of her fellow teachers were here as well, Matteo and the PE teacher that looked like he would murder someone if he truly wanted to. She tried to slip in all quiet like, and pretend she had been here the whole time. Yea she so hadn't stalked her older brother all the way here, it would be even worse if her sister was here. That brown haired boy was really asking for it, did he show up here with the others or just wander after them. It wasn't her concern at all, if she was supposed to know everything she would. She kept to herself just watching and waiting, not sure what she was supposed to do. Her brother would know she had stalked him here probably, but she didn't really care. This was not her kind of place, not without her sister. But she'd do her best, just to act like she was here cause she wanted to be which of course she did.'Someone had to notice I wonder if brother did~' Anyone who knew her well enough knew she had a stalking habit when it came to her brother, well sometimes anyway.
Vincent, Matty,Zarek,Tony,Kazu, Gav, Kyo || 379|| NOTES || LUNAR OF OTE