The evening was calmer than normal as expected for the middle of the week the atmosphere being something Yukio appreciated, It made a change from his normal day to day life the fact being between the rather depressing air hanging around the ANBU branch and the rather draining and energetic times amongst the younger students within the academy the slower paced and casual times the Red Rose had given the Hyuuga were a much appreciated change in his life. Standing behind the bar it had only been a short time since he'd began part time work for the small bar, quickly coming to grasps with the techniques that came hand in hand with producing the numerous drinks the place had to offer.
Taking a moment to adjust his tie before flipping a glass into his hand the gentle glow of the Hyuuga's eyes cast themselves around the somewhat empty place only a few of the regular patrons coming and going after busy work days and long journeys too and from the outlying towns around the country. Yukio couldn't be quite sure why he chose a place like this one was it the general feel the place gave, the precise and often therapeutic process of creation the concoctions asked of him or was it the small talk given by those who stepped through the door just coming to take the load off or enjoy more mature company away form the hustle and bustle of the outside world.
Taking a rag out from the counter flicking it ones or twice before wrapping it round his hand to clean the glass he closed his eyes for a brief moment taking in the subtle sounds of the place, some rather suiting music being played from a record player placed on the end of the counter a verity of options should anyone visiting wish to change the tune. This was not the case that evening however with the place being pretty much empty Yukio had taken the liberty of choosing the rather suitable option of what could only be described as smooth jazz giving a rather obvious first impression of the place.
The building itself was not flamboyant or bright by any stretch of the imagination being a rather small place on the edge of the district the sign being that of a black background with smooth curved text spelling out the places name, wave like lines underlining it ending on the right side with a Red Rose. This had been something that had caused Yukio to walk through its doors in the first place nothing fancy nor very in your face about getting an individual to walk inside yet still inviting enough that anyone curious was willing to give the place a fair chance.
Taking a moment to adjust his tie before flipping a glass into his hand the gentle glow of the Hyuuga's eyes cast themselves around the somewhat empty place only a few of the regular patrons coming and going after busy work days and long journeys too and from the outlying towns around the country. Yukio couldn't be quite sure why he chose a place like this one was it the general feel the place gave, the precise and often therapeutic process of creation the concoctions asked of him or was it the small talk given by those who stepped through the door just coming to take the load off or enjoy more mature company away form the hustle and bustle of the outside world.
Taking a rag out from the counter flicking it ones or twice before wrapping it round his hand to clean the glass he closed his eyes for a brief moment taking in the subtle sounds of the place, some rather suiting music being played from a record player placed on the end of the counter a verity of options should anyone visiting wish to change the tune. This was not the case that evening however with the place being pretty much empty Yukio had taken the liberty of choosing the rather suitable option of what could only be described as smooth jazz giving a rather obvious first impression of the place.
The building itself was not flamboyant or bright by any stretch of the imagination being a rather small place on the edge of the district the sign being that of a black background with smooth curved text spelling out the places name, wave like lines underlining it ending on the right side with a Red Rose. This had been something that had caused Yukio to walk through its doors in the first place nothing fancy nor very in your face about getting an individual to walk inside yet still inviting enough that anyone curious was willing to give the place a fair chance.