A Few Cold Ones (no pk, ask)

Renting a room within this new city he was visiting, Kizmaru wanted to see as many of the sights as he possibly could. He had awoken from his slumber, outstretching both of his arms towards the ceiling, yawning and smacking his lips together. Climbing out of his bed, he reached around towards his hips with his right hand, scratching his butt as he walked into the bathroom to freshen up. It was a late afternoon for him but he didn't really mind or care since he was up most of the night palling around with some of the genin from the village in this very city. He didn't recall too much as he might have taking one too many few drinks. He could feel a slight migraine rummaging around his head, clutching it with both of his hands around his head briefly as he walked towards the bathroom. Taking a hot shower for awhile, Kizmaru eventually gotten out and freshened himself up. Drying himself off, the five foot eleven Hoshigaki would put on his attire of his underwear, a yellow button down shit, navy blue pants and black ninja tabi. He also wore a navy blue jacket over his yellow shirt sometimes.

Now that he was fully dressed, Kizmaru decided it was time to head out and explore the town once more to see if he could walk off what was ailing him. Now the thing is, even though he was feeling out of it at the moment, he felt like what would help him most right now, was a drink. Yes, a drink. Despite it being the cause of what he feels now, he figured if he drank lightly today, he could feel nice and just hang out. Walking through the streets of the Heavenly City, he found a place that caught his interest that he knew she hadn't been to yet, the "Drunken Sailor" heading inside, he figured it wouldn't hurt to check the place out a little bit. Walking inside the establishment, he'd seat himself at a bar next to another patron.

Slamming a highball glass on the hardwood countertop, Daiko nods his head in the direction of the one working the bar, getting an eyebrow raise before the waiter replaced the cup with another identical one, filled with a syrupy dark brown liqueur. Turning his head slightly to the right, Daiko continues his story. "Ey.. I shit you not man... Filled. And I'm talking filled." Daiko shook his head, making a point to stand up, drink in hand. Luckily enough, this wasn't one of those small-town bars that you head to grab a couple of drinks, this was one of the local spots. One of THE local spots. It had everything from high society to the common riff-raff that you might find in the more unpleasant spots around the world. From the entrance, off to the side was a staircase that led to the more classy places to sit and dine, while the downstairs area was mainly filled with tourists, people looking for ambiance, and of course, Daiko.

Forgetting why exactly he had stood up in the first place, he sits down at the first seat that he was able to move to. It was a bit off from the bar, at a somewhat small table with a few patrons sitting around, talking about work or something like that. Daiko looked them over, and nodded his head, completely unaware that they seemed... Less than pleased that he had sat there with them. Two new patrons had taken spots at the bar, though Daiko felt that his legs might betray him if he decided to stand up a second time this quickly. Watching from a bit of a distance, he looks at the people he was sitting at the table with. It seemed to be three dudes, one who was talking about having a house on the beach, and how they had 'alpha energy'. Ah, Daiko knew something about beaches... considering where he hailed from. "Ah, yeah man. Beaches. You gotta be a careful man... Once saw a boat crashed off the shoreline that was filled with meat... Talk about a sausage-fest..." Daiko motioned to the man, taking a slow sip from the drink in his hand. Though it was a good joke, the context was probably lost on them.

Stepping away from an obviously unwelcoming seat, Daiko shambles slowly over to the bar, taking a seat next to two fresh patrons who had arrived shortly after his last adventure of standing up. Rather than get too talkative, he decided to sit there and slowly sip down his drink and take a quick glance over at whom had walked in here.

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