1 This Bar Thing... [Wukong, or Invite] Sat Dec 05, 2015 8:31 pm
Marici
S-rank
"The usual, Amaya?", called out the bartender as the albino female entered into the establishment. It was nearly five o'clock in the evening and already the place was relatively busy. People were getting off work, and the place would be rather packed sooner rather than later – something Amaya knew all too well since this was a bar she came to often enough when she wasn't busy working.
Amaya was dressed in rather normal attire for the day; mainly because it had been pretty warm earlier on before the sun had begun to set. A light tan tank that went only halfway down her stomach was paired with a pair of green shorts that went down to right about the tips of her black painted fingernails, and standard black shinobi sandals. Her village hitai-ate was tied around her right arm, and her long white hair was tied back in a ponytail; albeit a messy one. Amaya reached up, pushing her yellow sunglasses up to rest on the top of her head as she turned her red colored gaze towards the bartender. "Aye. The usual.", Amaya responded over the general din of the bar.
The bartender nodded to Amaya who turned and walked to her usual booth off in the corner; it was less busy than at the bar and that's how she preferred things. She sat down, scooting over and shifting sideways so that her back could rest against the wall and so she could prop one foot up on the booth and the other on the foot: comfortable, just like she liked it.
While the bartender got busy grabbing her a bottle and a glass filled with ice Amaya turned her attention onto the bar as a whole, looking around for any familiar faces. She picked at the black paint on her fingernails idly. So far things were peaceful, but she highly doubted it would stay that way for long: already she could spot a couple beginning to arguing angrily with each other; both parties were rosy cheeked which was a sure fire sign they had been there for at least an hour or two.
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Amaya was dressed in rather normal attire for the day; mainly because it had been pretty warm earlier on before the sun had begun to set. A light tan tank that went only halfway down her stomach was paired with a pair of green shorts that went down to right about the tips of her black painted fingernails, and standard black shinobi sandals. Her village hitai-ate was tied around her right arm, and her long white hair was tied back in a ponytail; albeit a messy one. Amaya reached up, pushing her yellow sunglasses up to rest on the top of her head as she turned her red colored gaze towards the bartender. "Aye. The usual.", Amaya responded over the general din of the bar.
The bartender nodded to Amaya who turned and walked to her usual booth off in the corner; it was less busy than at the bar and that's how she preferred things. She sat down, scooting over and shifting sideways so that her back could rest against the wall and so she could prop one foot up on the booth and the other on the foot: comfortable, just like she liked it.
While the bartender got busy grabbing her a bottle and a glass filled with ice Amaya turned her attention onto the bar as a whole, looking around for any familiar faces. She picked at the black paint on her fingernails idly. So far things were peaceful, but she highly doubted it would stay that way for long: already she could spot a couple beginning to arguing angrily with each other; both parties were rosy cheeked which was a sure fire sign they had been there for at least an hour or two.
Word Count: 364