1 A Night at the Sky Bar(Invite Only/No Kill) Sat Jan 04, 2014 10:22 pm
Xian
D-rank
Kumogakure; a place not for the man who feared heights. Not for the man who hates the bitter cold of winter. Not for the man who can't hold his drink. Fortunately for him, Xian didn't fit into any of these categories. He was a drinker, though not so much of a "party-er" he liked to have intellectually moving conversation while being inebriated. Almost as a challenge issued to himself to see how much he can drink before he loses his cognitive prowess. He isn't one for moving on potential mates, he just intended to chill and drink.
He walked through the bitter cold of the Kumo winter, it was roughly 9:00 PM. It was just another day he had chosen to throw aside the idea of ascending in rank as a shinobi, and instead drink away his depressions. Without a bad past or a troubled life one might wonder what someone like Xian had in the business with depression. The answer was quite simple. Great minds tend to overthink things tremendously. Stout atheists crumble to their own ideas and he was not so different. The idea that he only had one life to live and his most joyous experiences were in a state of intoxication kind of made it worse.
He entered the Sky Bar where young people were gathered, dancing in their promiscuous fashions and some underage under the table drinking was going on. It wasn't Xian's problem to deal with, and he certainly had no intentions of dealing with it. He ordered the "#6" as he called it. A peculiar drink that only he ever seemed to order. It was made of the finest sake, and mixed with kiwi, strawberry, and mango. A feminine drink ? Maybe. But did Xian care? No not really. Xian just liked the flavor and smoothness of the drink and the fact that it wasn't bad coming back up. He spun around in his stool and sat back, watching the lights dance and flicker, which the dancers on the floor seemed to pulse to. Dancing. A strange ritual indeed. He sat in wait, wondering if he'd drink another night alone or if by chance he might be able to find a good conversation in this bar.
He walked through the bitter cold of the Kumo winter, it was roughly 9:00 PM. It was just another day he had chosen to throw aside the idea of ascending in rank as a shinobi, and instead drink away his depressions. Without a bad past or a troubled life one might wonder what someone like Xian had in the business with depression. The answer was quite simple. Great minds tend to overthink things tremendously. Stout atheists crumble to their own ideas and he was not so different. The idea that he only had one life to live and his most joyous experiences were in a state of intoxication kind of made it worse.
He entered the Sky Bar where young people were gathered, dancing in their promiscuous fashions and some underage under the table drinking was going on. It wasn't Xian's problem to deal with, and he certainly had no intentions of dealing with it. He ordered the "#6" as he called it. A peculiar drink that only he ever seemed to order. It was made of the finest sake, and mixed with kiwi, strawberry, and mango. A feminine drink ? Maybe. But did Xian care? No not really. Xian just liked the flavor and smoothness of the drink and the fact that it wasn't bad coming back up. He spun around in his stool and sat back, watching the lights dance and flicker, which the dancers on the floor seemed to pulse to. Dancing. A strange ritual indeed. He sat in wait, wondering if he'd drink another night alone or if by chance he might be able to find a good conversation in this bar.