02-14-2013, 03:03 PM
Common sense. This is a bar on Java station, a base belonging to Independent Miner Guild. One can assume only people having a decent standing with IMG can be here. Furthermore, it's pretty much obvious Java security would be ensuring no trouble could happen in the bar.
After having wandered for some time in the station, he eventually found himself venturing into this crowded place.
The air was filled with clouds of smoke coming from an army of cigarettes, enjoyed by a battalion of ever thirsty miners.
They were coming here to have some fun time after a troublesome day... Or night.
How could one even relax in that constant noise and toxic atmosphere?
He considered to turn around and just retrace his steps to the quarters he had reserved for the time he would spend here. But instead, he repressed a sigh and elbowed his way through the bar to reach a relatively quiet corner on the main counter.
"Hey there." said a woman from the other side of the counter after he had waited a few minutes. She was obviously juggling with the orders with a skill that could only have come from habit.
"What do you order?"
"Hmm..." He muttered, considering his options "A tea, please."
She gauged him with a swift gaze.
"Sure. But i can't guarantee it will satisfy your oh-so-high standard, Mr. Kusari. We have good ale, though."
"The tea will do."
It took a while for her to return with his beverage. He attempted to smell the vapour coming from the teapot to get an idea, but it was obviously mission impossible to smell anything but grime and tobacco here.
"Thanks. Is it always like this, here?" He asked politely.
The woman laughed without any trace of humour.
"Oh no.. It's actually quiet at this hour. Just wait till midnight."
She then quickly left him as several clients were demanding her full attention, begging desperately in unison to get their ale.
The man absent mindedly nodded, playing with his tea spoon as he was drawn back to his concerns.
"Ehh. What's an handsome Sahhree like you doing drinkin' alone an' looking all sad like that?!" asked someone with an awful accent right near him. With all that surrounding noise, he didn't even notice someone took a seat there.
"Nothing. Just trying to enjoy a tea.." he answered coldly, struggling to not get his tea spilled on the counter as some customers were generously pushing him to reach the counter.
"Ohh... You drink 'dat thing. C'mon, be a real man and drink somethin' real with me."
The voice was familiar. Too familiar. He finally gazed at the pain with curiosity.
She smiled puckishly.
"You.."
She simply nodded sagely.
"What.. What are you doing...?"
"Were you waiting someone else? Oh, please accept my sincere apologies." said the woman with a sorry expression while doing the pretence of a bow.
"I didn't want to interrupt some kind of secret romance affair."
"Junko... What are you doing here!" rumbled the man.
"Isn't that obvious?" She asked, tilting her head to one side in a mildly disappointed way "I'm having a drink, of course. I will always be boggled by your observation skills."
"No." The man sighed in anger. "I mean -here-."
"Oh.." she emitted, as if she only understood his meaning just now "Well... You aren't very hard to follow..."
The air was filled with clouds of smoke coming from an army of cigarettes, enjoyed by a battalion of ever thirsty miners.
They were coming here to have some fun time after a troublesome day... Or night.
How could one even relax in that constant noise and toxic atmosphere?
He considered to turn around and just retrace his steps to the quarters he had reserved for the time he would spend here. But instead, he repressed a sigh and elbowed his way through the bar to reach a relatively quiet corner on the main counter.
"Hey there." said a woman from the other side of the counter after he had waited a few minutes. She was obviously juggling with the orders with a skill that could only have come from habit.
"What do you order?"
"Hmm..." He muttered, considering his options "A tea, please."
She gauged him with a swift gaze.
"Sure. But i can't guarantee it will satisfy your oh-so-high standard, Mr. Kusari. We have good ale, though."
"The tea will do."
It took a while for her to return with his beverage. He attempted to smell the vapour coming from the teapot to get an idea, but it was obviously mission impossible to smell anything but grime and tobacco here.
"Thanks. Is it always like this, here?" He asked politely.
The woman laughed without any trace of humour.
"Oh no.. It's actually quiet at this hour. Just wait till midnight."
She then quickly left him as several clients were demanding her full attention, begging desperately in unison to get their ale.
The man absent mindedly nodded, playing with his tea spoon as he was drawn back to his concerns.
"Ehh. What's an handsome Sahhree like you doing drinkin' alone an' looking all sad like that?!" asked someone with an awful accent right near him. With all that surrounding noise, he didn't even notice someone took a seat there.
"Nothing. Just trying to enjoy a tea.." he answered coldly, struggling to not get his tea spilled on the counter as some customers were generously pushing him to reach the counter.
"Ohh... You drink 'dat thing. C'mon, be a real man and drink somethin' real with me."
The voice was familiar. Too familiar. He finally gazed at the pain with curiosity.
She smiled puckishly.
"You.."
She simply nodded sagely.
"What.. What are you doing...?"
"Were you waiting someone else? Oh, please accept my sincere apologies." said the woman with a sorry expression while doing the pretence of a bow.
"I didn't want to interrupt some kind of secret romance affair."
"Junko... What are you doing here!" rumbled the man.
"Isn't that obvious?" She asked, tilting her head to one side in a mildly disappointed way "I'm having a drink, of course. I will always be boggled by your observation skills."
"No." The man sighed in anger. "I mean -here-."
"Oh.." she emitted, as if she only understood his meaning just now "Well... You aren't very hard to follow..."