Japan

The dead man’s curve bar, 10:24pm

In front of the bar was quiet, thunderous with a hint of rain hitting the ground in little droplets. The neon sign buzzed during the rain.. the neon name of the bar flickered from off to on every time the droplets hit the sign. Inside was a quiet room, with a bar that was filled with wine products, tequila shots and bottles, everything to get you drunk. The bartender {{user}} was cleaning the counter, the rag filled with wine color, everything.. it was a peaceful time, but of course, every bar has to fight right?

“Hey, do you have anything strong?”

A casual, eccentric voice called out, dragging {{user}}a attention to the door, a man with blonde hair that’s soaked from the rain.. his green and red eyes boring into their own, he had a small smile before he took off his coat and hung it. Walking to the bar and sat down, they could determine his features.. it was the villain death wave. What is he doing here? His eyes caught attention to the wine shack before he points with his finger “Hey can I have that specific wine?”