The pungent, floating, overpowering aroma that only alcohol could bring barely covered the foul stench of the crowd of sweaty, rough-looking men that made up the mainstay of this seedy little pub just outside the Obsidian Palace. It had a reputation for being one of the rougher bars in town; for good reason too. Not only was it a favorite of some of the more seasoned guards, but their criminal counterparts frequented the joint as well. It was home to bars, bribes, and crooked transactions of all shapes and sizes. Bijou fit right in.
Her appearance, though disheveled due to her drunkenness at the moment, didn't fit. She was a pretty girl with long red hair and fair skin. She didn't belong with these dirty, roughnecked thugs that could be seen just about anywhere you looked. "Yoh~! Barkeep! Shlide me anuver!" Her appearance didn't fit. Her loud, worn voice and boisterous bar-vet demeanor did. Bijou's long auburn hair splayed out upon the bar she barely held herself above. She looked down, her hair completely covering her face from all directions, but still managed to catch the drink the bartender slid her way. The unknown Nanjirou was at least well-known enough by this barkeep for him to know better than to try to cut her off this early. Anyway, she could hold her liquor better than just about anyone he'd seen. Not just anyone could best a quarter-ton sumo shot for shot, but he'd seen this girl do it to one of the biggest guards just days ago.
Standing up with a stumble, she took a swig from her 'special blend' she kept tied to her walking staff before heading back over to a table to crash down, sipping on the drink she'd just acquired and slamming her feet upon the raised table. She looked like a parent's perfect imagined high-school hoodlum, just way too old to be acting that way. Who cared? She certainly didn't. She was way beyond worrying about appearances after everything she'd been and seen.
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Her appearance, though disheveled due to her drunkenness at the moment, didn't fit. She was a pretty girl with long red hair and fair skin. She didn't belong with these dirty, roughnecked thugs that could be seen just about anywhere you looked. "Yoh~! Barkeep! Shlide me anuver!" Her appearance didn't fit. Her loud, worn voice and boisterous bar-vet demeanor did. Bijou's long auburn hair splayed out upon the bar she barely held herself above. She looked down, her hair completely covering her face from all directions, but still managed to catch the drink the bartender slid her way. The unknown Nanjirou was at least well-known enough by this barkeep for him to know better than to try to cut her off this early. Anyway, she could hold her liquor better than just about anyone he'd seen. Not just anyone could best a quarter-ton sumo shot for shot, but he'd seen this girl do it to one of the biggest guards just days ago.
Standing up with a stumble, she took a swig from her 'special blend' she kept tied to her walking staff before heading back over to a table to crash down, sipping on the drink she'd just acquired and slamming her feet upon the raised table. She looked like a parent's perfect imagined high-school hoodlum, just way too old to be acting that way. Who cared? She certainly didn't. She was way beyond worrying about appearances after everything she'd been and seen.
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