The alcohol burned as it traveled down his throat. Closing his eyes, he would let the liquor work its tainted magic and wash over him, effectively killing his past with every swallow. The bar scene was all new to him, he didn't much fit in with the regular crowd. Even though his life was probably ten times more difficult then the man he was sitting next to, Asagao still presented himself in a dignified manner. He was not hunched over a bar stool with his hands wrapped around a dirty glass, letting his regrets overwhelm his every decision in life. No, his posture was actually perfect, with his back straight and his head held high. He also sipped his sake respectfully from a sakazuki, a celebratory saucer like cup, as tonight was a night for celebrating.
Having just completed his ten year sentence at the Obsidian Palace, it was only natural that his first stop would be a pub - though, in retrospect, he probably should have spent a bit more time searching for a better looking establishment - and one that actually served food. He had been seventeen the last time he had been a free man, so before his arrest, he hadn't even been old enough to come into a place like this; but that had never stopped him from drinking elsewhere.
Pouring a bit more sake into his cup, his glossy eyes would scan the room as he tried to locate some company - there wasn't a single woman in site. Not letting his displeasure show, he attempted to spark up a conversation with the man drowning in his sorrows to his left; he was unsuccessful, for the drunkard just muttered something incoherent and rudely left his stool. Bastard.
Raising up his cup, his pursed lips would sip every last drop, until a deep fiery sensation nestled comfortably in his chest. "Welcome home." He would quietly say to himself, with a delighted smirk stretching out his thin lips. Taking this final night to relax and recoup, he knew that his journey towards redemption was not going to be an easy one. If he was actually going to right his wrongs and make up for his past mistakes, he couldn't spend his time in a drunken haze, there was too much work to be done.
Having just completed his ten year sentence at the Obsidian Palace, it was only natural that his first stop would be a pub - though, in retrospect, he probably should have spent a bit more time searching for a better looking establishment - and one that actually served food. He had been seventeen the last time he had been a free man, so before his arrest, he hadn't even been old enough to come into a place like this; but that had never stopped him from drinking elsewhere.
Pouring a bit more sake into his cup, his glossy eyes would scan the room as he tried to locate some company - there wasn't a single woman in site. Not letting his displeasure show, he attempted to spark up a conversation with the man drowning in his sorrows to his left; he was unsuccessful, for the drunkard just muttered something incoherent and rudely left his stool. Bastard.
Raising up his cup, his pursed lips would sip every last drop, until a deep fiery sensation nestled comfortably in his chest. "Welcome home." He would quietly say to himself, with a delighted smirk stretching out his thin lips. Taking this final night to relax and recoup, he knew that his journey towards redemption was not going to be an easy one. If he was actually going to right his wrongs and make up for his past mistakes, he couldn't spend his time in a drunken haze, there was too much work to be done.