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beachlassA drabble for you.
Kisame's bar is not mine, and neither is anyone you run into there.
I recommend the squid, and not annoying the Fabulous Waitress.
Kakashi was wiping down tables. Once the pretty boy in the corner table decided on a sailor for the night, she was going to start putting up chairs and close down the bar. Kisame had wandered off with Dick a few days previously, leaving Kakashi and Raidou in charge of the bar.
Raidou had cooked squid for the night’s menu, and there was some sort of crispy fried yam spicy thing that a lot of customers had ordered with beer. One group of drunk sailors had convinced a rookie to proposition the waitress. Kakashi had kawarmi’d the kid outside and sharingan whammied the rest of the troublemakers. They’d gone home with the troll sisters, and Kakashi had a headache.
Finally, with an easy smile, the dark haired man at the corner table – who’d barely touched his glass of wine (Wine! He’d actually made her bring up something drinkable from the cellar, paid the stupidly inflated price Raidou had named and then didn’t drink it) – he dismissed one sailor with an almost aristocratic wave of fingers, and left with the other. The sailor was big, muscled and mean spirited – just bright enough not to give Kakashi an excuse for pitching him out on his face.
She put up chairs, and wondered at the likelihood of the short, delicate wine drinker enjoying his bit of rough trade. There was likely to be blood at the end of the night.
Genma had appeared, and was drying Raidou’s knives and pans by the sink. Kakashi watched the two men move behind the bar, Raidou ninja-graceful pivoting on his wooden leg, Genma muttering a low-voiced tale of debauchery from the docks involving a duck, one of the tailors and a crate of strawberries.
Kakashi waved goodnight to the men and slipped out the bar door. The night was still warm, and she walked down to the water’s edge. There was a glimmer of moonlight broken and shining on the dark waves. She listened to the hiss of the water. Kisame thought he and Dick would be away about a week, had left in the middle of a conversation about the third cellar and when they got back she was hoping to try out that thing with the rope, the bells and the clothespins. Maybe if she charged the bells with chakra…
Suddenly there was blood in the air and a presence beside her. Kakashi stepped back, one hand drawing out her sword before she recognized the slight man beside her. How the fuck had he snuck up on her? It was the wine drinker, now redolent with blood.
“Good evening” he said in a quiet, satisfied voice. “I didn’t introduce myself earlier. Henry Fitzroy, at your service. I’m the new downstairs tenant.”
Kisame's bar is not mine, and neither is anyone you run into there.
I recommend the squid, and not annoying the Fabulous Waitress.
Kakashi was wiping down tables. Once the pretty boy in the corner table decided on a sailor for the night, she was going to start putting up chairs and close down the bar. Kisame had wandered off with Dick a few days previously, leaving Kakashi and Raidou in charge of the bar.
Raidou had cooked squid for the night’s menu, and there was some sort of crispy fried yam spicy thing that a lot of customers had ordered with beer. One group of drunk sailors had convinced a rookie to proposition the waitress. Kakashi had kawarmi’d the kid outside and sharingan whammied the rest of the troublemakers. They’d gone home with the troll sisters, and Kakashi had a headache.
Finally, with an easy smile, the dark haired man at the corner table – who’d barely touched his glass of wine (Wine! He’d actually made her bring up something drinkable from the cellar, paid the stupidly inflated price Raidou had named and then didn’t drink it) – he dismissed one sailor with an almost aristocratic wave of fingers, and left with the other. The sailor was big, muscled and mean spirited – just bright enough not to give Kakashi an excuse for pitching him out on his face.
She put up chairs, and wondered at the likelihood of the short, delicate wine drinker enjoying his bit of rough trade. There was likely to be blood at the end of the night.
Genma had appeared, and was drying Raidou’s knives and pans by the sink. Kakashi watched the two men move behind the bar, Raidou ninja-graceful pivoting on his wooden leg, Genma muttering a low-voiced tale of debauchery from the docks involving a duck, one of the tailors and a crate of strawberries.
Kakashi waved goodnight to the men and slipped out the bar door. The night was still warm, and she walked down to the water’s edge. There was a glimmer of moonlight broken and shining on the dark waves. She listened to the hiss of the water. Kisame thought he and Dick would be away about a week, had left in the middle of a conversation about the third cellar and when they got back she was hoping to try out that thing with the rope, the bells and the clothespins. Maybe if she charged the bells with chakra…
Suddenly there was blood in the air and a presence beside her. Kakashi stepped back, one hand drawing out her sword before she recognized the slight man beside her. How the fuck had he snuck up on her? It was the wine drinker, now redolent with blood.
“Good evening” he said in a quiet, satisfied voice. “I didn’t introduce myself earlier. Henry Fitzroy, at your service. I’m the new downstairs tenant.”
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Date: 2008-01-14 12:41 pm (UTC)That's exactly what that little island of strange needed. Most Excellent. Really.
(*hugs both the author and the recipient*)
See - if Faith really had shown up, things would have been so.. complicated... now...
(*waves at the others*)
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Date: 2008-01-14 04:40 pm (UTC)Bar Rule #7a: Anyone who sings Wind Beneath My Wings during karaoke will be fed to the vampire who lives in the basement.
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Date: 2008-01-15 04:01 am (UTC)And Kisame'd probably would drag a kareoke machine back with him from the DCU.
He'd make it Duo's job to keep the tech working.