Post by alan smith on Oct 10, 2013 18:28:39 GMT -5
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Due ta some previous scuffles dat had gone on in da Red Velvet bar, Alan had had ta hire someone ta fix uh few things up. Naturally, he left da nigga ta do his motha fuckin job, an' likely wouldn’t be back fo' uh fair few hours. dis here wuz one o' his rare days off, where he could just sit back an' relax – even if he wuz uh Soul Reaper, his reputation would often precede him, an' those wif any sense o' integrity just left him be. On occasion, dere would be da odd Hollow or Quincy who would attack him, but dey wuz either talked down or dispatched successfully.
While he did like his fancy drinks as much as da next nigga, Alan would often opt fo' da simpler taste o' canned beverages when he just wanted ta smoke back. dis here tyme, he had decided ta go fo' some guava – uh sweet, musky taste, one dat he had instantly loved, da first tyme he tried it. In fact, it had become somewhat o' an addiction. dere wuz numerous guava-themed drinks at his bar, an' its juice wuz always da first thin` he recommended fo' designated drivers, unsure o' what ta git. Still, it did not impact him much, so nobody really bothered ta bring it up brace yo'self foo'!
Last Edit: Oct 10, 2013 18:29:56 GMT -5 by alan smith
Post by Takeshima Kunou on Oct 28, 2013 14:25:54 GMT -5
Yo Wif uh sigh, Takeshima had taken off fo' da bar. It wuz just one o' those nights, where uh nigga had had enough wif hunting. afta so long, Takeshima needed some winding down, especially wif trying ta be nicer. Everything wuz going fine, uh few hollows down across da day, but now he wuz ready ta drink uh few o' his pains away. Riding down on his hirenkyaku, he wuz dere in nearly nahh tyme.
As he go in he wuz taken by an immediate assault on uh few o' his senses, but one dat didn't git away from his wuz da presence o' uh shinigami. Takeshima pulled out uh cigarette, an' lit it wif uh practiced quickness 'bfoe he head ova an' sat by da nigga. "Taking da day off huh?" Takeshima questioned while he thought what beverage he wanted Ya' know what I'm sayin'?
Post by alan smith on Oct 31, 2013 18:37:54 GMT -5
Yo Alan chuckled an' took another sip from his drink. He did not particularly mind da Quincy smoking - lots o' niggas did it in da bar, an' da patrons dat didn't never really seemed ta complain 'boutit. da bartender turned ta face Takeshima, an' spoke. His tone wuz da usual one - gentle an' unassuming, da kind o' voice dat calmed beasts an' charmed niggas. It never go above uh certain level, nahh matter da shit. "Ah, well, not by choice. uh few o' da lights is smok'd - ah'd do it myself, but in all muh motha fuckin years, ah never bothered ta learn anythin` 'boutwiring."
da shinigami chuckled once ag'in, at dis here lack o' knowledge, an' took yet another swig o' juice. Alan took moment ta examine da change he had in his pocket, an' held some out ta Takeshima, smiling warmly as he did so. "Tell you what. You've prob'ly had uh rough day - da bar being closed iz hardly making it bettah. It's not much but if you wants somethin` from da vending machine, it's on me." an' dat wuz what set da Red Velvet Bar apart from other establishments. Not da drinks, fine an' unique as dey wuz. nahh, it wuz da bartender, who seemed ta bend ova backwards ta keep his patrons satisfied slap mah fro!
Last Edit: Oct 31, 2013 18:38:30 GMT -5 by alan smith