Gimme Two Fingers, Bitch!
Dec 8, 2011 7:45:33 GMT -8
Post by Testament on Dec 8, 2011 7:45:33 GMT -8
Even though he hated doing civilian protection type stuff he knew it was bound to come up if he neglected it, so he began going from table to table acting as if he was a groupie for the men who'd just entered the bar. He told all the ladies that there would be an after party at another pub, approximately five miles away, and that they should bring an appetite for beads. Those that weren't interested were entirely offended and they ended up leaving anyway and since Satsui wasn't about to bust his ass looking out for no dudes, his work was done. Now he was the only sober guy at the village's lamest sausage fest and he still had to worry about the violence that might break out at any moment. He was already mentally fatigued, so much so that he decided to plop down in an empty booth and rest his hands on his head for a minute. He ran through a mental checklist of whether or not he was prepared. He'd cleared out the womenfolk and didn't expect anymore to enter since the bar was full of shitfaced guys. He had clear views of every entrance and exit so no one could rush in without his knowledge. The bartender had asked everyone who had come in that night to put their name in a bowl so if anything did go down Satsui would have the names of most of the witnesses. And other than that, Satsui was startlingly sober and completely without any form of distraction. He wished that he'd kept at least one woman around and, as usual, he found himself thinking of that girl he'd met so long ago. He remembered her name was Hirihi and that she had the most mesmerizing eyes he'd ever seen yet they'd fallen apart after their joint mission to Mt. Gekitsuu over seven years ago.
He shook his head and looked back to the bar to see if he could catch a glimpse of the douchebag Oinin who'd captured everyone's attention a while ago. When he did, he was surprised to see that they had split up and only two of them were actually seated at the bar. The others were roving to and fro around the bar as if they were seeking someone out, but every now and then they would stop at a table and speak with the men for a moment before moving on. This continued for a few minutes but ended with both men returning to the end of the bar where the group had originally set up shop. They went back to the secretive chatting but this time Satsui's sense of intrigue had been piqued. He began to analyze the men closely as certain things about them, and their presence there, just didn't seem to add up. If his memory served, and it did, these men had always refused any sort of anesthesia when the received treatment and he had often heard them making fun of their fellow Oinin who felt as though the only way to get through the job was picking up drinking. Why would four guys who looked down on those who drank be in a damn bar? I know you're wondering that exact thing right about and, if so, you're in good company since Satsui was too. Which brought him back to his earlier musings on their reasons for being there; Satsui knew these men to a certain extent and he was quite positive that they were not the sort of men who kept a low profile but that's exactly what they'd been doing since they arrived. It simply wasn't in their nature to be so quiet and reserved but Satsui had observed just that and the change made him all the more suspicious of the quartet.
