Aiza entered the pub, looking for something to do and people to meet. He hadn't really been very social lately, quite unlike him, so he figured he'd remedy that now. It wouldn't take much; just start a conversation and turn on that charm of his, and he'd make friends in an instant. He scanned the few faces that were in there; it was only 10 AM, so it wasn't all that crowded in the establishment at all, especially when half of the people who would usually be there were probably rebuilding. He decided to take a seat at the bar, striding over to it casually and taking the first seat on the left. The bartender approached, giving Aiza a smile and asking, "What would you like to drink, sir?"

Did Aiza really want to drink right now? It was so early, and if he had too much, the rest of the day wouldn't exactly be all that enjoyable...eh, what the hell. "I'll just have a light beer, thanks." Something simple that wouldn't get him all that inebriated. Another man sat down two seats away, and he waved hello to the stranger, who promptly ignored him. So the pub maybe wasn't the best place to make friends. Aiza suddenly remembered that he was assigned to a squad! At the moment, he was the only student on it, but he remembered his sensei's name precisely; Sarutobi Mitsuo. The bartender returned with his drink, sitting it in front of him.

He gulped a portion of the beer quietly, wondering what the man would be like. Aiza himself was a pretty old Genin, already 29, so it would be a bit odd if his sensei was younger than he was. Damn, I should've just looked for him instead of coming to this pub. He's bound to be a friend if he's gonna be training me...

Mitsuo had just heard the bad news. His father had died while defending the village from the unknown nin who had attacked them, using crystal release. He wasn't much of a drinker but today felt like a drinking kind of day. He looked down at the sash he had been given when he was told the news, it had the symbol of the Sarutobi on it, a symbol of his being the new Head of the Sarutobi Clan. He ran his fingers through his hair and walked into the Shushaya Pub, shaking his head and taking a seat at the bar. There was a man who looked a bit older than him sitting at the end of the table, and he smiled weakly at him, sitting on the man's left a few stools over, his clan sash fully visible to the man. "I'll get something strong, barkeep, gotta celebrate being the new Head of the Sarutobi Clan, and my father's passing..." Mitsuo shook his head again and spotted the double shot of tequila making it's way towards him, slamming it back and motioning for another. He had always liked Tequila, it somehow made his problems seem so insignificant.

He had recently been told that he would also be the bodyguard to the Hokage, which was a position he was quite proud to have attained. He had also been promoted to Special Jounin, another thing he was quite proud of. When he thought about this he remembered that his Hokage had told him he had been assigned his first squadmate, someone named Aiza... Itohane, Aiza, that's what it was. He had the profile, but had left it at home, looking to the barkeep once more as another shot came his way.

"Hey barkeep, you know anything about Itohane, Aiza?"

Aiza was now half through his glass as he noticed a man sit down nearby. He ordered a drink while he explained to the bartender his status as head of the Sarutobi clan. A quick glance down to his pants revealed that he was wearing a sash around his waist, one that signified his status as Sarutobi, true carriers of the will of fire. "Hey barkeep, you know anything about Itohane, Aiza?" What? Who was this dude? Aiza stared at the man intently. Black hair, dark-green eyes, plain expression, nothing special. Somewhat young, probably younger than Aiza was, but no child. One fact he knew for certain; he'd never met this man before in his life. The only relation they could possibly have was an assigned one, leading straight back to what Aiza was thinking of just a few moments ago. So this was Sarutobi, Mitsuo. What luck! Now, bonding time!

Being the well-dressed and tidy man he was, Aiza wanted to impress Mitsuo, mostly with his irresistible charm. The best way to forge a lasting bond is to start the first impression of strong. He cleared his throat promptly, and moved seats, planting himself down next to Mitsuo. He scooted in the stood until he was comfortable, and he set his beer down on the table, pushing the vermillion strands of hair from his eyes. Their azure blues bore into Mitsuo's forest greens, setting a steady eye contact between them. With a roll of the tongue that produced his sweet voice, Aiza spoke calmly. "Now that would be me, my good man. Mitsuo, correct? You must be my new sensei. As you already know, I am Itohane, Aiza." He offered a welcoming handshake to solidify the introduction.