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Kazuo didn't go to bars, not normally. Today he did because he got paid his meager little paycheck from the literal burger flipping job he had. He was working at a burger place because Kaz was apparently unfit to work in the fields he really wanted, which was something that had to deal with helping children. He had to go to school and get a few more degrees before he could do anything like that, unfortunately.

So, to celebrate his first step towards that goal, Kazuo figured he was going to go see what the liquor was like in Destiny City. The petite man had been carded before going in and then once again as he sat down at the bar, straddling the stool. It smelled like smoke and sweat. He wrinkled his nose. Does no one know how to shower? Ordering himself a small shot of something fruity, Kazuo waited to get it before looking around again. Right next to him someone growled and his head whipped that way to only to stare at a really tall man with unusually colored hair and skin that had a gray tint to it.

Interesting. He just shrunk down as he took his shot glass in hand and threw it back. Ew! He coughed and pounded on his chest a bit before sticking out his tongue. "Ew! Too sweet."

A prissy drink? Kazuo bristled at the words but he wasn't a confrontational sort, so he just nudged the shot glass away from him with a shake of his head. No, he wasn't going to have another shot of.. whatever that was. He ordered something less sweet though. "I ...can't do straight liquor," he said in a quiet manner, trying to be polite.

Though if polite was going to work with this crass individual, he wasn't sure. If worse came to worse at least Kaz had enough sense to know how to fight and protect himself. ...Or run away because he was pretty quick.

Kazuo gave this man a glowering look, rubbing his neck as he tried to not get angry about the harsh words the man was saying. He just ignored him and took the bottle the bartender gave him and he blinked. Smirnoff? He sniffed it and sipped cautiously before nodding and smiling to himself. That was better. Not too fruity but not too harsh.

"Well, maybe. I don't drink much." He shrugged his shoulders, trying to keep his expression schooled in a neutral one.

The man flushed and glared up angrily at this drunken a*****e who apparently was going to make it his life's mission to ruin this night for him. Mustering up all the inner strength he could, Kazuo just growled harder and took a very controlled gulp of his drink. "I know what tolerance is, a*****e. I'm tolerating you." Not for much longer. "Keep your sick 'dream men' to yourself and stop pushing that on me." He was no sicko's dream.

"I can take care of myself. Now if you'll kindly, shove off." He gave the man a pointed glare and just downed the rest of his drink. "I want to enjoy myself." There really wasn't many other places to sit. This bar seemed fairly populated now. Though the other's harsh words were making him start to worry, made him think about leaving. Kazuo didn't want to fight people. He didn't want anyone getting the wrong ideas about him, either, not that he'd actually see anyone again. If someone enjoyed the fact he looked like a kid at four-foot-eleven-inches they needed to be in a psych ward away from polite society. ...Much like this a*****e with the stupid face hair.

Unfortunately, Kazuo didn't have a tolerance for alcohol, really, so he was already starting to feel the effects of that one shot and this one small drink. Wonderful. "Go away."

A hand pushed through dark brown, chocolate colored hair and Kazuo just stared muzzily before looking up at the other one. "I told you to go away," he murmured quietly, no venom behind his words at all. Okay so he might be buzzed, but he would always deny it in front of this jerk wad. He ordered another drink, this time he had plans to take it slower and just toyed with his empty glass, turning it this way and that. His eyes were feeling heavy but Kazuo remembered something he saw in a movie. "Drink through the sleepy," he said to himself through a yawn.

The small Japanese man just glared at him harder and huffed. "I know not to sleep here. Shut up. Go away." Yes, Kazuo already knew telling this pigheaded man wasn't going to go away, but he felt like he was doing some good saying it anyway. He looked to the bartender again when the drink was slid his way and then rubbed his finger over the rim of he glass and then ran the same finger over his own bottom lip. Maybe Kraven would go away if he was just going to ignore him. That'd be good.