1 Washing Down The Night (Invite Only, No Kill) Tue Jan 31, 2017 2:16 pm
Kuni
D-rank
A wash of alcohol swam down Kuni's throat, before the empty glass was reunited on the tabletop with its three siblings. Four glasses, yet she was still sober. Raising a hand, Kuni waited for something, someone to get her order.
D-rank ninja like herself weren't often found in the Rock Pit. Normally they hadn't seen enough bloodshed and violence to need to drink their troubles away like some Chuunin or Special Jonin, who numbered the majority in Iwagakure's most famous ninja pub. Kuni though was having a bad night. Jerked away by the shrieks in her nightmare, she walked down to the bar dressed in an everyday red blouse and blue jeans, a stark contrast to some of the other patrons who were decked out in ninja gear, returning fresh from the kill with reds of blood dried out on their brown flak jackets.
She needed to get stronger. The last eight years had been kind to her, but she didn't want to go back to the Imaeda mansion. Not even the Tsuchikage could stand in the way of her problem, for no man regardless of his status or power could sleep at night knowing he'd divided a family, whether they wanted to be or not.
Hand getting lazy, she let it drop back down and reach for her empty glass, tilting it to her lips again to feel the small droplets of alcohol that remained, before demanding another round.
247 words
D-rank ninja like herself weren't often found in the Rock Pit. Normally they hadn't seen enough bloodshed and violence to need to drink their troubles away like some Chuunin or Special Jonin, who numbered the majority in Iwagakure's most famous ninja pub. Kuni though was having a bad night. Jerked away by the shrieks in her nightmare, she walked down to the bar dressed in an everyday red blouse and blue jeans, a stark contrast to some of the other patrons who were decked out in ninja gear, returning fresh from the kill with reds of blood dried out on their brown flak jackets.
She needed to get stronger. The last eight years had been kind to her, but she didn't want to go back to the Imaeda mansion. Not even the Tsuchikage could stand in the way of her problem, for no man regardless of his status or power could sleep at night knowing he'd divided a family, whether they wanted to be or not.
Hand getting lazy, she let it drop back down and reach for her empty glass, tilting it to her lips again to feel the small droplets of alcohol that remained, before demanding another round.
247 words