1 An Afternoon in the Sunshine [Private/Sassyjimmy/NK] Sun Jul 19, 2015 1:30 pm
Akarui
D-rank
A red haired shinobi stretched his bare arms high above his head as he meandered through the bustling marketplace of Sunagakure No Sato. Even as he was off duty for the day, he still wore his flak jacket which identified him as a chuunin of the village. It was far too much work in Akarui's mind to walk all the way back home just to change into civilian gear when all he wanted to do was relax anyhow. Even so, he was getting hot wearing the vest over his favorite hooded sleeveless shirt. Usually its white color helped him to avoid the heat, but under the flak jacket it was simply making the matter worse. Grumbling to himself he unzipped the vest and readjusted it, smirking to himself as air began to circulate through his shirt once more. Panning his gaze upwards, Akarui shifted his view from sign to sign, looking for his place of rest.
Ramen Shop? No. Jewelry Store? No. Professor Pallav's Pristine Pastry Palace? Hell no. The young shinobi sighed, closing his eyes and running his hand through the hair on the back of his head. He knew this place existed. Or at least he desperately hoped it did. The other chuunin he had been talking to back at the locker room had said they went to this place every Friday after work. Granted, it was not Friday, but Akarui was in desperate need of a relaxing drink. Working mornings was really taking the energy out of him.
After what seemed like an eternity of walking, a glint finally caught his eye. There it was: The Bazaar's Outdoor bar. Wooden tables dotted the raised platform. Waiters and waitresses carried jugs of beer and appetizers as they weaved between the benches and rowdy revelers. A wide grin crossed Akarui's face as he jogged up to the entrance; an old lady at a podium was all which stood between him and an afternoon in the sun with cold alcohol.
"Well hello there, sir. Welcome to Bazaar Beer Garden," The old lady smiled, her dull eyes framed by a pair of wiry spectacles. She was dressed fairly traditionally, in a kimono of all things. It seemed quite odd to Akarui that the way she was dressed was at odds with the nature of the establishment she represented. "Now, just in case this is your first time here, entry is 100 ryo. We bring you assorted appetizers and alcohol so long as your chip is green. When your chip is red, we stop. You can flip it as many times as you like, but just remember we'll keep bringing you food and drink so long as your chip is green," She smiled with a nod to Akarui as she exchanged a chip for the young shinobi's money. Pointing at the assorted tables behind her, she continued. "It's seat yourself this afternoon, so just sit wherever you like."
Akarui smiled genuinely at the hostess as he jogged up the stairs to the raised platform. A "Thank you, ma'am," mumbled from his lips as he eagerly entered the bar. For a few moments his view panned over the assortment of tables. None were crowded by any means, but only one was entirely empty. Humming to himself, Akarui slid onto the bench of the sun baked seating arrangement and flipped his chip to green. There was quite of eating and drinking he had to do, after all. He really did not mind the fact that this table lacked an umbrella. In reality, he had been debating whether to come here or simply head out to go sunbathing. Both options had enticed him deeply, but now he was able to partake in the best of both worlds. Sun without sand, alcohol without cigarette smoke, and relaxation without making a fool of himself. At least, that was what he was hoping for. The bar was not so crowded, but someone could always come and take a seat by him and find out for themselves what an idiot Akarui was. The red haired shinobi chuckled to himself at the thought. Nobody would sit by me if they had the choice.
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Ramen Shop? No. Jewelry Store? No. Professor Pallav's Pristine Pastry Palace? Hell no. The young shinobi sighed, closing his eyes and running his hand through the hair on the back of his head. He knew this place existed. Or at least he desperately hoped it did. The other chuunin he had been talking to back at the locker room had said they went to this place every Friday after work. Granted, it was not Friday, but Akarui was in desperate need of a relaxing drink. Working mornings was really taking the energy out of him.
After what seemed like an eternity of walking, a glint finally caught his eye. There it was: The Bazaar's Outdoor bar. Wooden tables dotted the raised platform. Waiters and waitresses carried jugs of beer and appetizers as they weaved between the benches and rowdy revelers. A wide grin crossed Akarui's face as he jogged up to the entrance; an old lady at a podium was all which stood between him and an afternoon in the sun with cold alcohol.
"Well hello there, sir. Welcome to Bazaar Beer Garden," The old lady smiled, her dull eyes framed by a pair of wiry spectacles. She was dressed fairly traditionally, in a kimono of all things. It seemed quite odd to Akarui that the way she was dressed was at odds with the nature of the establishment she represented. "Now, just in case this is your first time here, entry is 100 ryo. We bring you assorted appetizers and alcohol so long as your chip is green. When your chip is red, we stop. You can flip it as many times as you like, but just remember we'll keep bringing you food and drink so long as your chip is green," She smiled with a nod to Akarui as she exchanged a chip for the young shinobi's money. Pointing at the assorted tables behind her, she continued. "It's seat yourself this afternoon, so just sit wherever you like."
Akarui smiled genuinely at the hostess as he jogged up the stairs to the raised platform. A "Thank you, ma'am," mumbled from his lips as he eagerly entered the bar. For a few moments his view panned over the assortment of tables. None were crowded by any means, but only one was entirely empty. Humming to himself, Akarui slid onto the bench of the sun baked seating arrangement and flipped his chip to green. There was quite of eating and drinking he had to do, after all. He really did not mind the fact that this table lacked an umbrella. In reality, he had been debating whether to come here or simply head out to go sunbathing. Both options had enticed him deeply, but now he was able to partake in the best of both worlds. Sun without sand, alcohol without cigarette smoke, and relaxation without making a fool of himself. At least, that was what he was hoping for. The bar was not so crowded, but someone could always come and take a seat by him and find out for themselves what an idiot Akarui was. The red haired shinobi chuckled to himself at the thought. Nobody would sit by me if they had the choice.
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