The Shushaya Pub was abuzz with many people on the lukewarm night few found themselves walking in. There were stories being shared, drinks had, and laughs echoing throughout the establishment. Many had found that a Saturday was the best day to drink and relax, forgetting about anything the week might have brought. Everyone seemed to be in high spirits that night, the joy in the air almost palpable. Bar wenches went to and fro with drink and tending to customers, not a person seemed to be frowning in the entire place. The bartender, a portly man of his forties was laughing at a joke a customer told him from behind a long bar, while he served drinks. It was a great location for a meeting, a great location for playing.

In stepped a young looking girl, of rounded buttocks and large bosom, wearing clothing not truly suited for the atmosphere she entered. She wore a small black dress that stopped four inches above her knees, that was cut low in the front, and was backless down to her lower back. She didn't have a brassiere on, so the low 'v' cut showed nothing but skin, and there were no straps upon the back to offset her near porcelain shaded skin. Her breasts were perky and held perfectly out of sight beneath her fabric, the entire outfit being pulled together well with long thigh high laced socks and black dress shoes.  If anything, she was quite the head turner, and many were surprised at such a seductive look being wrapped up in such a short package, her height not even reaching five feet.

This was Kamikira, of the clan Hosokawa. If one looked at her throat, which no one seemed to be doing, they would see an Otogakure no Sato hitai-ate tied around it delicately, as though a fashionable necklace. The light shined upon the song note symbol and the woman smiled to those she passed, making her way to the bar. She had a bit of trouble climbing into the high stools but made do, ordering a few shots of rum, smirking at those around her trying to catch her attention. It was all too delicious. She loved having people watch her, begging and groveling for her attention and affection. But none of these people in the pub were deserving of it, no, they were all much too boring for the Kunoichi's tastes. She required more substance than what they could offer. She'd rather leave alone that night if this was all there was to see.

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Hanza had had been spending many of his days lately training for the upcoming exams. The thought of such a large scale event made him nervous beyond words. He cringed at the thought of so much direct attention. Tonight, he had been instructed by a fair stranger at the training grounds that he would not see the results he was looking for without giving his mind and body the correct amount of rest in proportion to the intense training. Those words would ring true as he ached his way to the Shushaya Pub to “relax.” This was of course a joke to his racing mind. Relaxation could only be achieved for this man by pounding down copious amounts of liquor or beer. Which was precisely what he planned to do.

As he walked with a light trot into the bar, the patrons would almost certainly feel as if a cold front had washed over them for a moment. A gentle coolness would brush the exposed skin of those wearing less, and those who had opted to wear a little more would become grateful for that as Hanza sat down. Tonight, he was wearing a tan colored scarf, wrapped neatly so that it covered his mouth before flowing down gently. His standard black shirt with long sleeves and dark blue pants finished off his look, rather minimal. The advantage to having a low body temperature meant having more options for clothing at all times.

Within the pub were the normal slew of people. Some regulars whom Hanza could recognize from even the very first time he’d been there. When he sat down with Hakara and ended up killing people in the streets. That was not a fond memory for Hanza, and it took some time for him to get passed it. Killing people was not something he took a great deal of pleasure in.

He pulled himself onto a stool beside a woman who seemed quite comfortable in her own skin, wearing a small black dress into a bar such as this was risky business, even for a shinobi. Hanza was all about being friendly, but he didn’t want to annoy someone who hadn’t expressed any interest in his company, so he said to the familiar bartender “I’ll have a hot toddy, please.”

As the warm drink was slid across the counter to him, he smiled. Sometimes only a small thing was required to bring those little moments of happiness that were so fleeting in this world.

WC: 420 🔥👌🏼

Kamikira felt a small chill go down her spine and radiated through the rest of her skin, giving her goose pimples upon her otherwise perfect and unblemished appearance. There was a young, snow white haired, handsome looking man that sat next to her, ordering something called a 'hot toddy.' He looked to be about a foot or so taller than her, with green eyes one could almost imagine as emeralds. She smiled softly and took a shot of rum quickly, the liquor's flavor being lost on her because of the speed of taking the shot. After she finished the first rum shot, she moved onto the next, finishing the three she had originally ordered in a quick fashion before waving for a few more. Not only did she enjoy the company of others, she enjoyed her liquors and other such beverages. She was trying to decide exactly how much she wanted to drink before she would say something to the rather attractive young man that sat beside her. She wondered just how much she could do to the poor young soul before he was begging and grovelling for a taste of passion and pleasure, only to be denied anything at all. She smiled a bit devilishly, resting a soft hand upon his shoulder, the cold of his body not being lost on her.

"Now who are you, Mister Cold, Tall, and Handsome? I don't think in my time within Konohagakure no Sato that I've met anyone like you. And trust me, I've met quite a few people in my tenure here. Would you happen to be my company for the night? Everyone here is so dreary and boring, but you've got an interesting..aura about you." When she paused, here eyes looked him up and down with a hunger, the tip of her tongue gently caressing her bottom lip, in a seductive manner. Her crimson hues stared at his own, trying to keep eye contact. She had no real means to hypnotize or otherwise give suggestion to him through eye contact, but they said that beauty was in the eye of the beholder. She truly believed that her eyes were beautiful enough for anyone to feel an alluring sense from them. The young, short statured woman, with her fingers twirling her silver hair continued to stare at the young man, waiting for the beautiful green to meet her own. She would wait for a time more before turning to the next round of rum shots she'd ordered.

With her high tolerance for alcohol it was likely she would need the whole bottle before getting drunk. Still, sometimes men or women seemed to enjoy watching their companions drink, thinking it would make them easier to bed. Not that it mattered at this point, she wasn't too hard to bed in any case, but she wondered exactly how much this would excite the cold bodied companion she'd found for the night.  Speaking of, what exactly made his body so cold? She looked around, and it was obviously not just her that felt the cold, something about this guy gave him an aura of cold. It was interesting, to say the least. She'd never actually met someone who was so cold to the touch. Still, she'd go ahead and down the first shot, gently sliding one over to the young man and holding the other up, in a sort of 'cheers' position. She waited for him to clink the other shot to hers, or at least acknowledge it before she spoke again. "Kamikira, by the way. Member of the great Hosokawa clan. And you are, my lovely little cold boy?" She smiled, her eyes shining as she took the shot and placed the glass softly back down onto the bar counter.

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Red. A color which symbolized passion. The skin of a typical apple. The color of blood itself. The standard depiction of the symbolic heart. All sorts of different shades existed. It was a popular color for lipstick. It was also the color which best represented stopping. The ultimate sign that one should cease what they were doing. Stop. Desist.

Hanza’s cheeks had turned all that could be described as red. Not the subtle pink most people took on when embarrassed. No, Hanza’s skin was far too pale and his awkwardness was all too real. Blood rushed over his poor cheeks like a hurricane storm surge. The woman to his left whom had since shot down at least three shots of rum had begun to address him with a hand on his shoulder. The steam of his hot toddy, nor the warmth of its comforting sweetness could save him from this. Cold. Tall. Handsome. Certainly only the first two were applicable. Surely she didn’t want his company. His white hair shifted as he looked toward her, meeting with direct eye contact, red in the face.

Her eyes were red. A wonderful shade of crimson that likely rivaled the hue of his cheeks. Her silver hair and fair skin were probably the envy of the room, and yet here she was at Hanza’s side. He quickly dipped his head away from the eye contact and clutched his mug of toddy.

“Oh...hello there! I suppose I’m not from around here, that may be the reason you’ve never met anyone like me. I’m nothing special though, trust me. Just a ninja of the Hidden Mist doing his duty to Konoha as a member of the exchange program.”

He tailored his words carefully. He did not want any further embarrassment, his anxiety was at a peak. He had never thought that this much attention would be brought to him against his will whilst doing something as leisurely as having a drink at the bar. This woman was something else entirely however. It would appear she had either an agent or a routine, because every action, and every word seemed perfectly telegraphed for one thing and one thing only. Seduction.

Hanza, being a boy of very specific interests had never really entertained the idea of companionship. It wS one of those little pleasures an awkward lad such as himself didn’t seem to have any hopes of truly understanding or engaging in.  Was it something he was missing out on? Probably not, as he seemed to experience an unwavering amount of distress when approached by people in this way. It was like the little creatures that operated his brain had a filing cabinet for every social situation. Perfectly telegraphed responses to things to help him with the regular social anxiety, but when flirtation came into play, the entire network crashed.

He looked over at her again once she had given her name. “Kamikira, huh? What a cute name. I’m Hanza of the Kōri.”

There was all sorts of ruckus behind them as they sat at the counter. If she didn’t press on the conversation after that fact, it would likely have died down into a silent waiting game for Hanza to determine when it was acceptable or appropriate to leave. Lest his mind suddenly spoke up otherwise and his fight or flight response cancelled altogether.

It was interesting enough, Hanza was unaware of the fact but a number of men within the bar were now quietly targeting him, being a notable foreigner and being in what was arguably the best seat in the house. The unjust bullying he had been subject to outside the bar when he’d met Hakara was nowhere near over with. Killing a few Konoha thugs had only worsened the situation. The room was now a lit stick of dynamite, only a matter of time before the tension caused it to explode.

[Exit Thread]

WC: 661
TWC: 1081

Perception: D-1 ~> D-3 (850/850) + 125 Ryo

Discarded: 231