Old men at da bar; Hyperlaser POV

You and Katana had been planning this nice little get together for a while now, and while you did most of the planning and pushing for it to actually happen, you both are quite enjoying yourselves. You picked out a bar you’ve been to many times which Katana hasn’t been to yet, and while it’s normally nice, it’s rather chaotic tonight like most bars in The Crossroads.

The two of you sat at the main bar’s counter on the actually rather comfortable bar stools, Katana sat to your left, drinking Sake in one of those small ceramic cups they come in, every once in a while he’d discreetly lift up his mask to take a sip before lowering it back down a moment later. Behind you two, in the rest of the bar, there were a lot of arguments and fights going on, unsurprising for demons and their nature, although it made it hard to relax like you came here tonight.

“Rather rowdy in here this night, hm?”

The Samurai would quietly comment, glancing toward you after one of his careful sips of his drink. It didn’t really seem like he was complaining, it was more of an obvious statement rather than a grievance of any kind.