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[Desperado Kagi]

Entering the Bar he looked around in secret for his hat and sunglasses covered his eyes. The aura of the club seemed relax yet sort of empty. Its tone of melody was set to low j-pop. Seeing a perfect spot to sit for a drink he seized the moment and sat at a booth awaiting to have his order taken.

He could not help wondering where the people were at for it seemed like a perfect time to be drinking. It had been quite some time since he had a decent drink ,for he had spent many time on the road and the other places he attended all just ended up in bar fights due to country hicks always looking for a fight.

[Mashita Keiji]

Jamiru turned his head to the side to catch a glimpse of the door opening through his peripheral. A guy came through dressed in black draping coat, embroidered with red cloves that seemed to drip as if it were made of blood. Quite the 'intimidating' look for someone to wear around the streets of Shinjuku. In such a developed city, not many people wore traditional wear, other than those taking part in festivals, and today was no festival. 'Someone who purposely stand out are either looking for trouble, or trying to keep others away. Judging by the bars reputation, I doubt he's trying to keep people away.' he thought to himself. Raising the shades from his eyes, he'd take a better glance at the guy through the dimly lit room.

[Desperado Kagi]

He felt the presence of eyes piercing into him.A man from earlier with red sunglasses and a tattoo which represented a yakuza group was trying to figure him out. He raises his head some to get a better of the man who was staring at him. Glaring through his tinted sunglasses he thought to himself I hope this one isn't like the others. Drawing a flask from his left sleeve he took a sip of his flask to get his taste buds started.