The smell of alcohol and smoke sat in the air like an obese king sitting on his crumbling throne. Contrary to what the loud, obscene music would tell you, most of the men weren't cheering or yelling. Rather, most were either crowded around the less than clothed women, watching and mumbling to each other. Others were at tables either with other men or women. These co-ed tables usually refrained from the main action of the club and kept to themselves, drinking until their liver practically reverted into a fleshy, slimy mess. In contrast, the majority of the men who gawked and observed the ladies seemed to be within the older age group. 30s, 40s, 50s, and so on. Tired husbands whose wives can't satisfy. The hard worker who needs to let off some steam.

Within the far right corner of the club, at a lone table, sat someone who was neither of these. In-fact, he didn't even seem human, even up close! The man's large, dark gray form was slumped onto the table. Numerous empty bottles of various concoctions sat next to him, as if mocking him for the fact he's half drunk. Upon his muscular body was a sort of casual wear: Black jeans, ninja sandals, a skin-tight sleeveless shirt, and a sleeveless jacket with a fur neck. Dried blood was in and on his nose, which he periodically scrapped off his claws. He honestly couldn't remember why he came to the Sandbox in the first place.

Nonetheless, Zaiaku was not drunk enough to stand up and walk to the bartender who was sweating a lot for some reason. He reached into one of his pockets and slammed down a bag of ryo, causing the man to jump in surprise. Without a word, the giant pointed to a dark blue bottle with a picture of a icy mountain on it. His vision wasn't blurry to the point he couldn't make out the name, he just didn't care at this point. With the man hesitantly handing him the bottle (which seemed to be the size of a normal bottle of beer in his large hands), Zaiaku instantly began to chug down the bitter liquid. After his swig, he figured he might as well sit down here. Mainly because of the fact he was tired of moving back and forth for more drinks.

Thus, he sat down in the second of the three stools in-front of him, making him one stool away from some red-headed woman.

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Though Zaiaku was more than just slightly buzzed, he wasn't dumb-struck drunk. He heard the slam of the woman's fist onto the wooden counter of the bar, causing his eyes to lazily look to her direction. His head only slightly turned, hardly showing any difference in his overall position. He watched as the the bartender hesitantly, almost sadly handed the red-haired woman the bag of money. She seemingly weighed it in her hands, trying to get a rough estimate of the value. Disinterested, the overgrown ninja averted his attention back to the bottle in his hand. Debt was something that was not at all foreign to Zaiaku. Hell, within the Slums people have tried to hire him to collect the cash owed to them by some person. Sometimes he took the job, sometimes he didn't.

Thus, he really didn't care about the bartender. Should've known he wouldn't be able to pay the ryo he made his loan. Nonetheless, his ears perked up at the small sound that woman made. A small sound that signaled she wasn't quite happy. To this, Zaiaku completely turned his head to her. The stools were about a foot from each other, so it wasn't exactly that far of a reach for him to reach over to her if need be. "What?" He said firmly, his inhuman eyes narrowing at the woman. She was about average height from Zaiaku can tell and considering she was acting as a debt collector, he could only assume she had some form of combat prowess. This didn't deter him at all though. "What's your problem?"

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Upon hearing the woman's reply, Zaiaku formed a frown of his own as he abruptly flung the half full bottle of alcohol that he was drinking at her, aiming for her head. "How about YOU fuckin' move." He snarled through his bared fangs. He mentally cursed himself for being somewhat intoxicated, since there was a good chance a mere bottle to the face isn't going to just knock someone out. If anything, it seems like he's going to have to fight. Not that he really minded. That being said, he prepared himself for the woman's next move. Ready to react if she somehow manages to get out of the way of the bottle and attempt to counterattack. Of course, that's assuming if her looks and job are actually backed up by her physical prowess.

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Zaiaku easily followed her as she rolled out of her chair. Though adrenaline was beginning to fill his blood and motivate him to become active, Zaiaku refrained. Rather, he suddenly spoke as she rolled away, his eyes still on her. "Temporary Paralysis Technique." He would abruptly say as she went into a crouched position. Should he be successful, with there being a good chance that he was since the effect of the jutsu is practically instant and she had just began to say something when he activated the jutsu, Zaiaku would then begin to stand up and face his down opponent. Hands balled into fists. Should the red-haired woman somehow manage to avoid the sudden attack, Zaiaku would then rush out of his seat with surprising speed and charge at the woman, attempting to kick her directly in the ribs. With his strength, even if she were block it, there would be heavy bruising on the outside and internal bruising on the inside upon the area of impact as well as knocking her back one meter.

Considering his level of fitness, Zaiaku's speed would be very hard to defend against at such a close range. They were only two meters apart. With his sudden burst of movement, the giant would be moving at 11 meters per second.

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Zaiaku's eyes slightly widened as a cloud of smoke suddenly appeared, masking the form of the red-haired woman only to reveal...a chair. Body Flicker, eh? He mused in his mind as he now stood, seemingly alone. The other patrons of the club have stopped in their merriment and were watching, possibly from the moment they heard the bottle break against the wall. Even the....erm...."dancers" have stopped what they were doing as well and they too had their eyes peeled on the lonely end of the club. The dimness would suddenly disappear and be replaced by full-on lighting as the normal ceiling lights turned on. Possibly an employee who was rushing to get to management. Nonetheless, Zaiaku was not finished here. Doing a handseal, 5 other Zaiaku's would appear around him. Indistinguishable from each other.

With that, he began to look around. Trying to find the woman. Because of her precarious hiding spot, he managed to spot her but pretended that he didn't. Instead, his eyes just kept moving, as if he noticed nothing out of the ordinary. In reality, he was keeping her and her table within his point-of-view the entire he searched. It was a very small action, one that is very hard to notice because of their distance. Even then, it would be pretty hard to notice such a small thing unless one's perception was on point. So, he now faced the in-general direction the woman was in, along with his clones, though his face and eyes still seemed to be "searching" for her.

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Zaiaku, realizing the woman wasn't stupid enough to flat-out try to attack him, what with him faking acknowledgement of her whereabouts, caused him to mentally curse. She knew better than to get into his arms' reach. However, she didn't seem to think that he was capable of longer ranged assaults. With that thought in mind, Zaiaku hatched and idea. The woman and the table were about 3 meters away from him (it was just a strip club after all, not a museum), and it was now painfully obvious that they both knew that they could see each other. With that in mind, he decided to have a bit of fun. Show her just how disadvantaged she was. Abruptly, Zaiaku would point at the table, his hand configured into a gun-like gesture, as six earthen bullets were fired. Each one moved at 35 meters a second, making them practically invisible to the red-haired woman. Each bullet successful hit the table, breaking and smashing it apart because of their intense speed and the power they packed. However, none hit the woman. And it seemed very likely that it was the giant's intention NOT to hit her. Rather, to seemingly show her something.

"Get up." Zaiaku would say as he lowered his hand now, crossing his arms. He made no motion to move near her. Neither the clones who simply stood there. Before more could be said, however, stomping could be heard as a man in a suit and tie entered the room from behind Zaiaku.

"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!?" Following behind him was the bartender, seemingly hiding behind the man. It became evident that the suited man was the manager.

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OOC: Some other time when Zaiaku isn't mildly drunk and angry, alright?

Zaiaku didn't really say anything to the insult. Mostly because of the fact that, from what he had seen, it's quite obvious who was the more dangerous one in this situation. Nonetheless, would somewhat turn so that his side was facing the manager's front, while his head was turned to face him. "Yup." He would simply say as the red-haired gave her explanation as to what was happening, agreeing with her. However, this only seemed to further increase the manager's fury. "Ninja banter?" He would repeat, as if processing what he had just heard. "NINJA BANTER!? You two good-for-nothings waltz into my establishment, smash one of my bottles, break one of my chairs, and destroy one of my tables!?" The other patrons of the club were standing aside was they watched the entire event go down, some even laughing how the manager was raving at the two. "What the FUCK is wrong with you ninja types? Every time one of you people come here, something breaks or catches on fire. I'M SICK OF IT!" The man would begin to start ranting about ninjas in-general, though it would fall on deaf eyes as Zaiaku rolled his eyes. He would turn to the red-haired woman, his violent mood having dissipated and being replaced with in-difference.

"Wanna just leave?" He would say as his clones suddenly vanished, leaving him alone. "He ain't gonna be stopping anytime soon, but he ain't gonna notice if we leave."

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OOC: Yeah, you have my permission to train and use Haze Clone.