Welcome to Gaia! ::

A small opening peeked inwards from the large oak doors, observing the scenario of the main room. After taking notice of the tranquil surroundings, a pretentious strut pushed forth from outside the building. The well-lit room was incommodious for this specific visitor, having spent most of the time traveling to the club in darkness. Regardless, it was a long journey, and so a drink was required.

Sitting down on one of the tall stools, the Grasshopper ordered a small cup of sake, his favourite. Realizing that there was no one behind the table, the man leaned over, grabbing a bottle and a glass. Replenishing the glass to the brim, the left hand released the bottle, grasping the cup afterwards to his lips. Taking a small swig of the alcohol, the traveler leaned forwards onto the bar counter. The short stump from his right hit the flat surface, leaving a trail of cloth behind it. "I should have more."

The pouring consisted continually, emptying itself within time down the customer's throat. It was good sake, higher then his usual standards of most alcoholic beverages. Drinking was more of a taste contest, then it was a depressant for this man.

Eventually, the man had drunken his fair share, laying the light-headed haze down upon the counter to rest. The bottle had a partial amount of sake, just enough to fill one more glass if need be. It would be unwelcome for others to converse with this man, but like all things, it wasn't completely impossible to avoid such disasters. The Grasshopper preferred his solitude above all else, having only come for the famous tournament that was held within the arena. It would be nice, if he could make zero friends while here.