ShinHaeMoon
Sectum_Sempra
“Nice to meet you, Auron. And yes, this sword has seen me through a lot…” Sephiroth got a faraway look in his eye and completely forgot that Auron had asked him where he was from.
“Drink. Now.” Sephiroth started walking more briskly towards the bar.
"Got a good head on your shoulders. I need something strong. Immediately. I am not sure about you, but I've had this bad habit of transcending time, space, and reality and not really sure where I am or why I ended up here. Gotta have something strong to make any sense out of that."
Auron was intrigued to find out what a beautiful man like Sephiroth would choose to drink at the bar. Up ahead, he saw a sign for what looked like a pub, "this place it?"
“Yeah, this is the place.”
The outside of the pub was unassuming. Darkened windows with a few light up signs advertising certain domestic beers. Sephiroth opened the door and a bell jingled. A wave of smoky cigarette air hit his senses. He was used to it by now, though. He came here just about every evening.
“Hey, you can’t bring those swords in here—Oh, its just you, Sephiroth. Come on in.” The bar keeper called.