A Night of Drinks and Laughter [o]

[Whoa Man]

It was too late for Korenth. Socialization was upon him, and he brooded darkly about this while pouring sake into his mouth, swallowing whole the blissful state of intoxication. Two men and a woman had sat down at his table and the two fellows were clearly interested in the girl. This wouldn't have been too terribly bad if not for the it combining with their effects of the drink and their clearly competitive nature. A sharp elbow to the ribs caused the Aburame to sputter sake onto the table, which he began to thoroughly wipe clean.

"Relax guy, it's a party. The help will come around and clean that up in a bit, it's not like it can't sit there for a few minutes. Just kick back and have fun would you?!" The man shouted into Korenth's exposed ear drum before elbowing his other friend in the ribs as he had done to Korenth. Once the second man's attention was gained the first continued, "What's with the glasses anyway? Too bright in here for you? HAHAHAHA!" The laughter from the table carried loudly and Korenth's attempt at patience was not going as well as he would have hoped.

He adjusted his glasses delicately making them symmetrical across the bridge of his nose and slowly turned to face his attackers. "Actually," his voice was calm and even as he began, "I'm wearing glasses because I don't care to be distracted by the jumbled collaborations of flesh that most of you people claim to be faces." He took another pull from the sake bottle after wiping off the mouth of the bottle. "Specifically when I'm drinking, I don't wanna make myself sick," he added as the thought just occurred to him.

He turned his attention back to the table wiping up the mess they had collectively caused. The woman spoke up, "It's too late. You're already sick in the head aren't you, Korenth?" Korenth's hands froze, and he looked across the table at her. "Oh I remember you perfectly well though you won't remember me. Small kid in the academy, kept to himself to avoid attention and lashed out at anyone daring to talk to you. All because little old ninja boy was scared he was so different." The men to her left sitting between her and Korenth began grinning with amusement. They were drunk enough to not follow the exact meaning of her words, but sober enough to understand a good telling off. "You were right though weren't you? Even if people do get a chance to know you, all they'll find is and obsessive freak!"

The two men howled with laughter and the woman tipped her glass back downing her own drink with impressive speed. A celebratory drink? That was what Korenth had ended on. This would not stand. "You know, I'm actually cleaning this up because I don't want bugs crawling all over the table and I don't think anyone else here does either." The three were now laughing together drowning out his words, but he carried on. "They love sake you know, crave it some say. Here... let me show you."

A wicked grin revealed the evil that stemmed from the mild mannered youth's core. While they were distracted with their laughter the shinobi rose to his feet reaching over the table to collect their drinks. At the same time Kikaichuu sprawled out of his legs onto the floor massing just under the table. He casually threw one drink in each of their faces at a time to relish in the faces they made. Each of the three went through the same stages of progression. First of course there was shock, then there was anger, and finally there were bugs. It was of course impossible to determine the true emotions felt in the final stage, as a mask of bugs makes a rather skewed likeness of their features.

[Trigga]

It brought a soft chortle to existence—the mention of Ashura being a charmer. In truth, Ryūsuke didn’t know how his student had been speaking in regards to his teacher since the man’s departure; though he wasn’t worried. It was never in the boy’s character to debase Ryūsuke, even at times that it would have been completely appropriate. That level of deference and love couldn’t be forced or pressed upon; it was something earned and true to the core. The Uchiha didn’t know what he did to merit such friendliness; nonetheless, he was happy it came from someone he shared a mutual respect for.

And as composed and smooth as a man well beyond his years, the boy had vanished into the crowd. I know what you’re doing, Ryūsuke mused to himself, an appealing smile elevating his lips as his head trialed behind his son. Once he was out of range and safe, the protective nature of a father subsided, and this ushered in the complete attention that surely any woman would want from a man.

“Would you care to join me for a drink?” He would inquire, his tone smooth and devoid of any hesitation or fright. All levels of self-confidence and magnetism exuding through his mannerism and bearing as he took to her side. His arm forming an angle as his knuckles rested upon his chest, the man gestured for the woman to lace her arm around his. Quite the gentleman’s response without the need for wordplay, he’d hold quite the pleasant facial expression as he awaited an answer from her.

If she accepted, she’d find herself easily guided towards a private lounge table—courtesy of Mr.Takirami meant for Ryūsuke. Well decorated and comforted with an array of alcoholic beverages and scrumptious nourishments (fruits, chocolate, et). “Here you go,” pulling out her chair, he’d wait for her to sit, which would be gradually followed easing her chair in, and taking a seat himself directly across from her. That’s if she obliged, of course.

[allie]

ashura abandoned her all too quickly. flirty as miyako could be (when she fancied someone enough), the woman was still nervous. she had a feeling that the little runt had set this all up. narrowing her eyes as she watched him walk away, her displeased expression turned softly neutral, a hint of a smile touching her lips. when ashura was out of sight she looked back to ryūsuke with a curious look. he'd been doing the same; watching to make sure the boy had left safely enough. it tugged at her heartstrings to thing even as a jounin, ashura still had his ex-hokage daddy looking out for him. she couldn't help but smile at him.

when ryūsuke asked whether she'd like a drink, even though miyako had calmed down a lot now since arriving at the party, she still eagerly slipped her arm through his and daringly pressed up to his side (but only enough so that he could feel her there, not so much so that it would be too inappropriate). she instantly felt secure there. he was taller than her, bigger than her - and well, admittedly warmer than her. she'd forgone a cardigan or shawl tonight thanks to her friends telling her to "let the goods show". she'd scoffed at the thought of it then but she was now glad for the decision to wear the dress she did. only, she hoped he didn't think bad of her. what with the red dress, red lips, dark mascara and high heels, she could have come across as quite slutty. hopefully her demeanor put halt to the idea of that.

miyako let herself be guided to a lounge table (a private lounge table that is; only the best for ryūsuke uchiha), and sat down in the seat he pulled out for her, murmuring an amused little thank you. he scored top points for that little move. she just hoped the gentleman act wasn't all just a show. after he had sat down across from her she folded her hands together, propped her elbows on the table and rested her chin on the bridge her fingers made. her head was tilted to the side slightly, golden curls falling over her shoulders and past her chest, baby blue eyes watching him closely. she didn't mean to stare but, it wasn't everyday you met someone like him. no, she wasn't just phased by the whole former hokage thing. she was a little more curious about the whole "you're supposed to be dead" thing.

"ryūsuke.." she paused, thinking of how she should properly address him. ryūsuke-dono? ryūsuke-sama? ryūsuke-san just sounded too lowly for him. she cleared her throat and continued, "ryūsuke-sama, you've probably been questioned way too much on the subject, and feel free to tell me nothing but forgive me.. i must ask: how are you here? everyone thought you were, well, dead."

[Whoa Man]

The three nuisances ran out the nearest exit, less than five meters away grabbing and wiping at their faces in some sort of blind panic. Korenth himself chuckled quietly to himself before tipping the bottle of Sake back and taking a long pull from the bottle. Upon setting it back down he noticed a smoldering cigar that one of the 'gentleman' had left at the table during their flight. "What is the huge attraction to such a disgusting habit anyway?" With that, Korenth pulled his fist knife out quietly and sliced the end off where the gentleman's mouth had clearly been. He took a meager pull and blew a small plume away into the air. It was bitter, but it wasn't as stale as the second hand smoke he had been used to.

Sitting in his corner at a now separated table he puffed casually on the cigar slowly getting over the disgusting sensation and trying to appreciate what others saw in it. He turned to look about the joyous event back to their guest of honor only to see him and a lady friend weaving through the room to a more private location. Ashura was left behind alone and definitely seemed to lack something to do for the moment. At the same time though a mass of black bugs began to form on the table before Korenth, who instructed them casually without turning his gaze.

"You lot know better than to behave like this. You've gone and crawled all about their faces and then the ground and when you come back what do you do? Climb up onto the table, tracking all that filth that's accumulated from all those nasty places all over where I'm going to eat? Go clean yourselves up... and get me another bottle, would you mates?"

With that Korenth rose from his chair stepping back away from the table as if it was truly contaminated. Then he too wound through the crowd before casually walking up to Ashura. Naturally this wasn't something he did due to his less than hospitable charm, but the sake was indeed flowing tonight. Once he caught his superiors eye he gave a rather informal bow without lowering his head.

"Ashura sir, I must apologize for my forwardness and blunt attitude. My name is Aburame Korenth and my table is no longer a... sanitary place for me at this point in time and I have no friends to talk to here. Incidentally, I noticed you have a pair of brilliant hands as well as some free time on them. This is rather abrupt and strange question but are the rumors true that you play guitar beautifully?"

[marvolous.]

I really could not grasp why having fun was such a hard thing for shinobi. In a time where giving our lives away to be used as tools to a village's discretion was not only normal but expected, it really made no sense why people have such a hard time enjoying themselves. Truthfully, it made me sick how easy it is for a shinobi to take another person's life, but when it comes to relaxing and having a good time, they don't know how to act or what to do.

"You can call me Namitsuki or Nami, but not Mr. Kushinada." I corrected her. Through this all I remained indifferent, unknowing whether or not this female was worth even the trouble of talking to. She seemed just too... flat for my liking; I need some excitement, someone to bring me that excitement. "Kaguya, eh? So you're one of those bone freaks, right? I lightly jabbed, grinning slightly.

To further my joke I kept my extended hand out, now free from the brief handshake, and gestured with a simple flick of my wrist what a Kaguya would do when extending a bone out of their hand. "I heard some of you guys can even pull out your spines if provoked, is that true?" Little did she know that I, too, was a Kaguya. Unlike her, however, I did not openly flaunt it. There are way too many crazies out there.

"What else can you guys do?"

[Trigga]

On the contrary, to what the woman choose to believe or not, this characteristic she now experienced from the Uchiha was as intrinsic to his character as his love for Ashura. Raised by a family of women, not fascinated with conflict and rivalry like his father and his other male role models, Ryūsuke’s heart was as pure as gold even whilst his hands were quite stained from experience. Instilled into his mentality well before how to throw a Kunai or shape chakra, the art of cherishing the finer things in life—like women—was almost inherent. She would come to see this in reality from every subtle gesture the Uchiha hinted from; nothing was done with empty or tainted intentions.

She once again fumbled in her words and as she did so, a smile found refuge upon the man’s lips. As anxious or concerned as Miyako could have been, her beauty was ever the more apparent. Taking the liberty to pour two separate shot glasses of sake, he’d extend one to her. Unluckily, as he did so, the means of her distress surfaced in words; Ryūuke hesitated for only a second, though it was quite palpable. “Hmm”, attempting to buy time by acting ignorant to her inquiry, he knew lying would only damper the mood and as such, the truth would flicker into this anomalous conversation.

“No,no—its fine,” He began his dialect, though hopefully she’d accept her glass from him before doing so. “I tried to avoid this topic tonight since this is supposed to be a celebration… and on that night, and for what happened, I don’t deserve the recognition.” It was obvious this topic was still quite tender to the touch, though for some odd reason in itself, Ryūsuke felt more comfortable entrusting his collapse into her then he did people he knew for years. Maybe it was the Sake finally taking full effect or some nameless force motioning the Uchiha into something similar to atonement; it mattered little.

“I suppose I did die that night… but something brought me back. Its cloudy, but for what I can remember, this thing looked sorta like Ashura., traits passed on from Kōketsu, now becoming ever the more prevailing in the boy’s appearance; Ryūsuke smiled faintly at his own statement. “I guess this world wasn’t ready to let me go—I’m still destined to do something.” He knew what it was, yet his obligations had to extend more far-reaching then simply guiding Ashura. There was a world that surrounded him, and it was the man’s responsibility to not only protect his son, but to ensure the world that he would grow into wasn’t contaminated.

”Though I’m taxed with conversation of just myself. Please, tell me more about you.”

Taking a sip of his Sake, his eyes were still fixated on her as he awaited some confirmation.

[allie]

ryūsuke's hesitation wasn't missed by the attentive gaze of the woman in front of him. she picked up on the little things, especially one on one. her attention was all on this man tonight and she wasn't going to miss a thing. that is, of course, depending on how much she decided to drink. when he handed her the shot of sake, she accepted with a polite thank you. she was regretting asking him that question right off the bat. she should have at least had a couple drinks, engaged in some idle chit chat, done something else rather than how she threw that at him as soon as they were seated. miyako doubted he'd answer her, or at least answer truthfully. he was thought dead. something big must have gone down for him to just turn up out of the blue.

but he surprised her. ryūsuke answered her question and for all that miyako could tell, he answered it truthfully. sure, shinobi were trained in the art of lying, but call it a feeling she had about him; she knew he couldn't have been lying. his answer was very strange, however. it made her mind race for possible explanations. a thing that resembled ashura? that sweet little boy? she frowned thoughtfully. this 'thing' would probably have been a person, as far as she could assume. miyako wasn't in tune with any of that shinobi crap so she had no idea what could bring back the dead but she knew it would have to be a pretty damn powerful technique.

ryūsukes comment about destiny had her hoping he didn't mean being out in the big bad ninja world again. ashura had only just gotten him back. he was a tough kid but she doubted he would handle it well if his father was up and at it again, fighting battles and doing whatever it is he planned to do. miyako downed her sake in one mouthful. she wasn't much of a drinker of sake, but she could swallow it well enough, and the after taste wasn't too bad. she played with the shotglass in her hand after; twirling it around, fidgeting. truthfully she couldn't think of what to say about herself when he asked. she was just hamasaki miyako. boring librarian with a big rack who liked to read books. next to this man, who surely had a great wealth of stories to tell, what could she really say?

"there's not much to tell, really," she began, unsure of what to say. "i'm obviously not a ninja. just a plain old civilian. i work in the library - that's how ashura and i met. he's really fond of history books." that idle comment made her want to slap herself. he'd know that, you silly blonde. "i've lived in konoha my whole life - i'm twenty six soon." that's right, she still had a birthday to suffer through next month. "i'm pretty terrible at this," she grinned sheepishly, looking up from where she'd been staring at the table, eyes meeting his. "maybe you could ask questions?"

[smallville]

I had never seen so many happy people in one vicinity before. I suppose that I would be happy too if I had known the man whose uncanny return to Konoha warranted such a festive celebration. My relocation to Konoha was far too recent however, and this Uchiha Ryusuke's return had about as much impact on me as the return of my neighbor's missing cat. Regardless, Mother thought it would be good for me to go out and "participate" as she puts it. Socializing outside of missions or other essential parts of a shinobi's life is pointless, I thought, unless the socializing is just a means of obtaining intel. It was then that a metaphorical lightbulb burned away the darkness in my mind. I had a sudden thirst for intel that would make pleasing Mother so much easier. Just how did this man return from the dead? I intended to find out.

I took a step forward from my spot near the very edge of the festival, fully intent on submerging myself in Konoha's happily inebriated populace, but I stopped myself and retracted my foot all in the same tiny frame of time. There were so many people and so much noise. I felt a very strange sensation that I could only describe as feeling 'tiny' followed by a feeling of awkwardness, which I attempted to ward off by brushing lint from my ebony kimono, although there wasn't really any lint on it. "Care for a drink, miss?" a sudden voice inquired in front of me. I looked up from my kimono to find a man with a plate of assorted, colorful drinks in oddly tall glasses. "Um...alright," I said to him with a pathetic attempt at a smile. He handed me the drink and vanished into the crowd.

Looking down into the fizzy, emerald liquid, I remembered Mother's words to me just before she sent me out of the door:

"Do have fun, Sonamé, and remember to participate."

"I'm trying, Mother."

[Trigga]

But there was always something to tell. Ryūsuke couldn’t express in words the number of times he met someone, and from doing something as simple as spending time with them, came to understand much more about their character then they let on. The beauty of interaction came with the anonymity of learning what lied beyond; be it good or bad. Without so much as a thought to it, the Uchiha just knew there was something more to her then she let on. If just a natural instinct to stay reticent or an innocent inadequacy complex, something profound resided deep within her being. The Jōnin was curious enough to dig deeper.

A citizen, I gathered. A Liberian, obvious to the notion that Ashura presented earlier and likewise being a fellow lover of reading; something the boy neglected to mention. Twenty-six, not much older than myself (Not realizing he was chronologically older); basic information, but there must be more, He listened with resolute intent. Normally in conversations, people focused on only what benefited them, tunneling all other sources of information out of their mind; hearing half-heartedly wasn’t something the man favored. Instead, when she spoke, he heard her, he listened and refused to miss anything. It was better that way because when it was time for him to speak, he’d have something to say.

Noticing she also finished her drink, he did so as well, allowing the contents of his cup to drown down his throat. Smiling, he poured himself another, and gestured to aid her empty glass in finding substance once more as he filled it to the prim. “Well,” He paused, pulling the curved sake bottle back and placing it on the table. “I’m quite interested in knowing why you came to this party—was it because of Ashura?” Ryūsuke was quite ignorant to the fact that his son could have possibly spilled his name in conversation with the beautiful blonde and while unconscious to the rationale of what his student was attempting to implicate, he wanted to know from her prospective.

[allie]

miyako smiled appreciatively when he refilled her cup. she didn't down it this time however, but let it sit on the table in front of her. she had to think about how to answer his question. she hadn't really planned on coming to the party at all. if her friends hadn't rocked up at her place, she would have still been there; reading her book, drinking cheap red wine and listening to soft music. but when the girls had shown up, deep down miyako was actually glad. ezo, her brother, was still recovering in hospital from the mishap on his mission. while she'd usually be by his side every minute that she could, her mother had returned and taken over those "duties" for a couple of days. going out tonight was keeping her mind off of it all, worry wart that she was.

"i wasn't planning on coming here tonight," she answered truthfully. "i was having a quiet night in but then my friends rocked up and well, here i am. they've all but disappeared though." she sighed, jokingly rolling her eyes. "when ashura found me i couldn't have been happier. i was hoping to see him here tonight." picking up her glass, she took a sip, then figured fuck it and shot the rest down. "ahhh, that's actually pretty good sake," she comment offhandedly before continuing, "ashura told me a bit about you, so i was a little curious, too, hearing that you'd come back. he told me about his biological father, too. actually he kind of showed me," she smiled fondly, remembering the history book.

"are you legally his step-father, or is it a kind of assumed thing?" she hoped that wasn't too nosy, but she was curious as to how ashura lived. was he independent? did he live with the clan? she couldn't recall him mentioning anything.

[King]

Hic. . .

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Ashura's lazy, inebriated gaze found the star-ridden darkness of the sky above as he leaned back in his seat, barely able to hold onto the bottle of sake he'd managed to seduce a lovely woman into giving him. She'd been captivated by the boy's charm, and with a little tampering of Genjutsu, imagined him as a stunning gentleman in his early twenties. It truly was amazing what one could do when they had the will, and wit, to execute it.

Amongst the ocean of black and white jewels, Ashura's thoughts swam in dreams of Kirino. Between sips and gulps of sake, he could smell the fresh scent of her perfume; feel the warmth of her sweater and tanned skin against his face; feel her body embracing him in those loving hugs she'd given him oh, so many times. It wasn't until a familiar name rang out across his ears that, in a nostalgic reflex, he sat up.

Stumbling through the crowd, sake bottle in hand (this was his second, and only a quarter remained), he found his way to the origins of the voice he'd heard: a dark-skinned, light-haired man. "N-nam. . . Hic! . . . Namitsuki. . . K-k. . . Kush. . . Hic! .. . inada?" the young Uchiha stammered. "Y. . .you. . . Hic! . . . have the s-same. . . n-ame as t-the Mizu-kah-gay," he slurred, handing the boy the bottle

"W-welcome to Kohanagakure!" he blurted, his face redder than a tomato at the cheeks and his eyes half-lidded. "E-enjoy your stay!"[/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote][/font]

[Naiya]

It wasn't that she didn't know how to have fun...well it might have been part of that, but that isn't the point here. This really just isn't her type of thing. Naiya doesn't enjoy a huge congregation of people because of her anti-social behavior. Though there are other means of possibly getting her too loosen up.

He didn't seem to fond of being called my his last name, so Namitsuki is shall be then. Though her face didn't show it, she was mentally surprised by his comment that he made about the bone freaks. She knew of her bloodline, but she didn't know of any others, or even if there were any others. It's not exactly like her clan was something as big as like the Hyuuga, or the Uchiha and, according to her mother, it's not like they were loved back in Kiri.

"I wouldn't know, what you are talking about sir." she responded in a flat manner as she just stared him down, obviously he was attempting to get a reaction out of her. "Last I checked, the spine is quite an important area of the body you need for practically everything you do." She would feign ignorance, while her last name might have gave her clan away, she wasn't about to confirm what he stated either. For all he knew, she could have merely had the last name and that's it.

Soon after that someone else appeared and from the looks of it, was quite drunk. Naiya's gazed fixated on the drunk for merely a moment before looking back towards Namistuki.

[Trigga]

So, once again the sly cooper of Uchiha—Ashura, had stolen yet another and coined her into coming out tonight? Either sheer magnetism alone fulfilled her need for social interaction, or curiosity sparked her interest; maybe even a combination of both? It was hard to tell at this moment, nonetheless. All that mattered now was that she was in his company, and from the looks of it, enjoyed it. Ignoring the lurking eyes and veiled masses, all attempting to gain the consideration of their former leader, Ryūsuke kept his senses on the woman, taking measured sips of his drink as he continued to coddle in conversation.

“It’s complicated.” He paused, gathering his words in thoughts as he made certain to keep eye contact with her; his self-assurance wouldn’t diminish. “You see, I fou—no, he found me. After the destruction of the Hidden Leaf, this boy emerged from the wreckage and I couldn’t fathom harming him—even though I knew exactly where he came from, and who was responsible for his birth. I took him under my wing and pulled some strings while I still held office—so I guess he is my legally, though the procedure to get to that point was all but permissible.” He’d silence himself, allowing the contents of his cup to finally fill his stomach once more.

“Though, I love him as if my blood ran through his veins” He’d conclude all conversation pertaining to the boy. She was ingesting quite the mass of information the former Hokaeg normally kept secret. It was getting to the point where she’d eventually now his life story, and while that wasn’t a bad thing, this was more so an event to celebrate and bask in another’s presence.

”Excuse the forward nature of this statement but, your eyes are quite tantalizing”

She’d soon find his bright amber eyes peering deep into her ocean blue, adding depth to his words which were charmingly stringed together in quite the calm, collected tone.

[allie]

complicated? that was downplaying it a little. miyako couldn't think of a better word, herself, for the story he told. but while it was complicated, it sounded to be a lot more than that too. she didn't like to remember the destruction of konoha much herself. it was a horrible, dark time. there was a lot of crying, a lot of grieving, a lot of rebuilding. hearing that ashura had actually emerged from the wreckage and not been safe in hiding with the other children and civilians came as quite a shock. he would have been so young then, too. how scared must he have been? and alone? miyako frowned at the table as ryūsuke told her. ridiculously, she just wanted to go and find ashura and give him a big, mother-bear hug. hearing about how ryūsuke took him under his 'wing' replaced her frown with a smile, however and looking up at the table she caught his gaze.

his (rather out of the blue) compliment caught her entirely off guard and she immediately looked at the . usually, she could handle compliments smoothly. she had enough guys throwing them at her that she had gotten the hang of either responding to them or blowing them off - and most of the time, she did blow them off. those guys usually wanted one thing and one thing only and generally, miyako wasn't keen on the same thing. but tonight was different. she'd already made the "decision" to flirt with this guy (who wouldn't?) so after she'd gotten over the initial shock, she closed her mouth and purposefully bit her bottom lip. key tip she'd picked up from her older gay cousin: draw attention to your mouth. as she did, she averted her eyes, staring at her hands now clasped on the table, cheeks tinged pink.

she didn't generally get comments on her eyes. people tended to overlook them for other more prominent features. either he was a really smooth talker and knew what was going to get him in the good books, or he was just a genuine guy. she really hoped it was the latter. either way though, she was going for it. as she thought up something to say, miyako looked up at him through her lashes, a shy kind of smile gracing her lips.

"i can see where ashura gets it from. that charm."

[Whoa Man]

Korenth's words fell on deaf ears as the young boy seemed more interested in chasing older women and drinking himself into a haze. He didn't reply or take note of the Aburame at all. Korenth smiled and took a deep pull on the cigar disgusted himself by the thick smell and taste of it, but managed to jettison a massive cloud directly in the face of Ashura's date as said his goodbye to the man who didn't even know he was there. "Drunk infant can't even hold his drink, much less play an instrument. Maybe next time, sir." he cooed apathetically. Most shinobi were disappointing, why would Ashura have been any different.

He turned to leave, heading for home when he heard the rewarding sound of Ashura's date expelling what had been her appetite all over the floor. It caused him to turn and steal a glance back, and the sheer volume of vomit that flecked both Ashura and his date made Korenth laugh. "You know, maybe there is a reason to stay after all. At the very least I can watch morons make stupid decisions and rue them when they wake up in the morning."

His eyes scanned about the room looking for a decently clean position to watch from when he spied the perfect place to be a part of the party while being apart from the party. Walking carefully from one side of the room to the next; he sprung lightly up onto what served as the stage with the band. His head nodded along with the song listening carefully to every instrument in the band. Someone was off. By the end of the song Korenth simply walked up to the musician and gave him a break sending him off to the bars. The lead singer of the band looked at Korenth with some surprise asking, "Do you play the saxophone?"

Korenth smiled, and without replying to the man set his lips to the instrument and began to blow. It was simple but catchy, and the band soon joined in with their own improvised parts before the lead singer smiled and bobbed his head along with the music. "Yeah, I can dig that man," he agreed before spinning around on his heel to sing to the audience.

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