Ryu had been chilling on the streets as usual with his possey hanging out around the block and checking up on enemy territories and gang movements. So far it seemed like no one was moving in on his territory but that wouldn't last too long. Still he reached into his inner coat pocket and pulled out a cigarette before flipping it the right way around and planting it in between his lips. Lighting it with a spark from his finger as he kept eyes down the street. He was not one to let his guard down but damn he needed to relax. He was leaned up against the wall with combat boots with the steel toe on the outside of the boot. Blue jeans tucked over the top to hide the laces with a black belt holding them up. Ever since that one kid pantsed him in a fight it seemed oddly necessary. Still he was wearing a white tank top and his usual black jean coat with the front open and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Each hand had gloves on with the fingers poorly cut off and black bandanas wrapped around his wrists to hide his prison numbers. His hair was tied back in a black wrap but a few long strands of blonde hair hung out anyway. His tanned skin and tribal tattoo's seemed to shine in the light a little but he didn't pay anyone noticing any mind. Over his right eye his eye patch sat where it always did. Hiding the abnormality which was his purple eye. He hated having it and hated anyone who knew he had it even more.

Still his attention was drawn to a couple of pretty girls obviously from outside the slums who were riding a bike through the street and giggling. One girl peddled while the other sat on the back and tossed out fliers as they flew by. Both of them wearing school girl uniforms to the school from the main part of Suna. So the hipsters and rich kids were doing something eh? As they flew by Ryu made eye contact with the one throwing out fliers and watched her as she winked at him and tossed a flier before they were gone in a cloud of dust. Idly he reached out and caught the piece of paper fluttering downwards before spinning it to read it. Inhaling on his smoke as the ember at the end slowly ate away at it. It appeared there was to be a party at the border of the slums closest to the main village. Probably a little saftey net for the good kids that had an easy life. Still inviting the slums peeps was a risk. Probably just wanting a huge turn out and a big party. However for him this meant a scam oppertunity. Rich kids always wanted to play all the drinking games. With his natural immunity to it he could drink a half dozen of them under the table before having to pretend to be to drunk to continue and heading off. After all if drunk, entitled kids thought hard enough and realized they were being scammed it could end in a fight. Drawing to much attention to himself. He needed money though.

Still he moved from his spot and began his walk towards the border of the slums. Tapping one of the bigger guys watching his block to let him know where Ryu was heading and to make sure at least one person remained there to keep an eye on the place. After being reassured it wouldn't burn down while he was gone Ryu nodded and was on his way. It was dusk when he finally reached the place and tossed his third smoke to the side letting it burn itself out in the sand. His eye scanning the place as dance music began to play with a heavy beat. Quickly he moved in and found the room off to the side where people were already taking bets on shots and who could out drink who and took a seat. He was handed tequila and for the first round it was easy. Four shots in the other bloke threw up. It seemed he was drinking tequila too fast. For Ryu though it was like foul water. He could handle that. Still the next song switched over and the speakers pounded as the next guy sat down with a confident smirk and put his money down. This was going to be profitable. That much he was sure of.

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Another day in Suna, surprisingly though it wasn’t nearly as hot as it usually was. Still choosing to stay within the shade, the day was fairly enjoyable. It seemed the citizens were taking advantage of the cooler day as well, as the streets were packed. It was strange to have such a bearable day in this village. A pair of girls dressed in their school uniforms still rode by tandem on a bike. One girl pedaling while the other tossed out flyers, the list of what for was too long for the blonde man dressed in rags to guess. He could remember much of his own past let alone what he might have done in school or even after school. A flyer seemed to make it’s way next to him as he sat along the side of the street. With a bit of curiosity he picked up the flyer. It was for a party apparently. Music, booze, girls, and god knows what else.

Most aspects of a party were uninteresting to the oblivious Myugan. Music nowadays was always too loud and bass heavy. Booze never seemed to affect him despite trying a couple of times to drink, though he did enjoy the flavor of some of the better stuff. Then there was all the more illegal things that could happen, last thing he needed was to get in trouble by breaking laws. He was already responsible for breaking one of the grand coliseum floors and damaging the sandy arena. It was a miracle that he hadn’t been questioned yet about those little incidents. Still though one thing did peek his interest, the girls. All the damage done to the sandy arena had been caused by his own . . . interest in the attractive females. Rather just one from the arena who didn’t take his behaviour too well.

The chance to see some attractive girls was all he needed to go to this party. He’d pay his way in if need be, using the money he had collected from what little begging he did. The occasional street performance also paid fairly well making his life a bit easier ever since he had been given the sword at his side. The weapon’s natural chill also made the days so much easier.

As the sun began to set, the blonde man set out in search of this party that was supposed to be around the slums. Round and round he wandered, he had actually managed to get lost for at least an hour before he finally came upon the building. It was loud to say the least. Making his way inside, he ventured about the premises making sure he knew the layout of the building first just in case. It was then he took a place with a higher vantage point on the second floor, that looked out over the dance floor. Taking in the sight of the scantily clad girls below enjoying themselves.

A couple of songs went by before something caught the man’s attention. It wasn’t someone, or even anything obvious. Taking a few moments to focus, it was a smell. It smelled of alcohol. It was light though, probably stuff kids could bet on. His curiosity drove him to find the source. It wasn’t long before he found people placing bets and people drinking for sport. A few already passed out along the side of the room. Some running to the toilet having had too much too quickly. A young man sitting in front of a table, clearly he was one of the competitors. Perhaps this man would be up for losing some money. Moving forward, the blonde Myugan took the seat and set down a decent amount on the table. With a casual smile, he waited for the competition to begin.

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Ryu had defeated several opponents already and people were seeming to question his fortitude. His blue eye shifted to some of the whispers as they looked away from him to pretend they were not just discussing it. No one wanted a scene here but opponents were no longer coming his way. Still he drank from a cool, bottled water and looked around. Most of the other tables had changed out already as people reached their limit and many were passed out or too sick to move. He was being too forward with his ability. Still he was a little full in the bladder region anyway. Hell his piss was likely flamable by now. Still it was an oppertune time to go and take a break. Otherwise people watching would continue to question him and eventually they would want him to leave. Possibly without his winnings. That wasn't something he was willing to part with. Still he needed to act the part. He slowly would sway to the left or the right and then reach out. Purposefully missing his winnings with a couple of grabs but grabbing it in the end. He would fold the bundle cleanely as he stumbled out of his seat covering himself as he hid the money up his sleeve and stumbling drunkenly to the direction of the bathroom. No point in someone seeing oppertunity and attacking him.

Still the people dancing made great cover as he managed to evade any would be persuers for the time being as he made his way to the back of the building. All in all he would only need to be gone for half an hour. The people drinking and their friends would of shuffled on by then and a new group would appear. Still he finished his bottle of water and lobbed it over towards a trashcan. Narrowly missing the opening at the top as it clattered to the side. He would shrug and look to see if anyone had seen his mistake before continuing on. He didn't care if someone else had to pick up his trash. He was here to make bank. Still his profits were only marginal for now as he found his way to the back room and found the bathroom fairly crowded. He had to basically shove his way through people talking or making out like idiots by a toilet to find the piss trough. He didn't care that there were both genders present and whipped it out before taking his piss right there and going to his hearts desire.

Still he would put it away as a couple people who shouldn't be in the bathroom made faces of disgust. He would lift his hand and crackle electricity between his fingers which made them turn and leave quickly. He never was one for being challenged. Still he moved through the crowd again and to the sink. Touching a metal door to discharge the static before turning on the water to wash his hands. He didn't care to get shocked again. Either way he figured it took him twenty minutes to get there so he immediatly started on his way back. Shifting and shoving his way along not caring whom he bumped or knocked down. Seriously a lot of room to move about on the upper levels but everyone wanted to be shoulder to shoulder. Figures that would be his luck. Still he made it back and confirmed the earlier crowd had left or passed out and smiled. Taking his seat as he looked around and waited. It wasn't long before another stranger appeared only this one was different. He felt...like power? Odd feeling but perhaps it was just how he held himself. However Ryu's eyes were drawn to a weapon on his hip and he hesitated. If he beat the man would the guy try and gut him? Unlikely he supposed. Still he watched the man sit across from him without a word and place money on the table. At a glance Ryu counted it as an average bet but with crumpled bills. He hesitated before reaching up his sleeve under the table and collecting a matching amount from feel before setting it on the table. The ref came over with the cart and shot glasses before Ryu spoke up. His voice quiet but loud enough to be heard over the distant music as he watched the man challenging him.

"Drink of choice stranger? Makes little difference to me. I will be collecting the winnings at the end regardless of what you select." A simple sentence for shit talking. He wanted to see if the man would reach for that blade over a tiny bit of provication. If he did Ryu would be out of there before the man caused a scene.

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