Sarcasm, My Friend...

[ookami]

With laughter and music in the air, the atmosphere in the bar seemed rather lovely today. Drunk men sang their hearts out, a cup in one hand, and an arm wrapped around a woman's waist. Of course the bar-tenders were in excellent moods, with all the money that was brought in. Yet, there was one figure off in a distance, sitting on a lonely stool...

A deep sigh escaped the man's lips, his head deep within his own arms as he sat there slouched over. His angelic hair swayed slightly, each time a waitress would pass to deliver the orders. His legs dangled a few inches off the ground, twitching every so often. He looked like a poor individual...

"Kami-chan!" a man's deep voice bellowed, his hand hitting the bar right next to Ookami's head. His head shot up quickly, his emerald eyes wide from shock. He flailed his arms, trying to keep himself balanced upon the stool, but miserably failed. Ookami's body fell back, his rear hitting the floor with a loud thud. He let out a low growl, as he looked up to see who disturbed his rest. He blinked a few times, before mumbling curses as he stood up. "I told you not to call me that..." he said, taking his place back on the stool. The old barkeep laughed softly, leaning forward slightly. "Have you had enough for today..?" he asked Ookami, peering into one of his empty glasses. "Yeah..." he answered softly, slouching again. "I don't like being drunk everyday, y'know..."

The old man laughed again, patting -pounding- Ookami's back. Ookami coughed loudly, as he leaned forward trying to catch his breath. "I haven't heard that from you in a while," the man admitted, sighing. "It's on me today." Ookami looked towards the old barkeep with a small smile. He nodded his head, before resting his again within his arms. "Hmm... With all this business today, who knows what will happen next..." the man said softly, as he walked off...

[nao]

Nao chuckled inwardly as he stood outside of the bar. It was now time to attempt to try a prank, he would test his ninja skills by transforming into an adult and would enter. "Alright, here goes!" he said with enthusiasm as he raised two fingers in front of him. "Transform!" he said as he invoked his chakra, a small cloud of dust enveloping him. It was success, the boy now mirrored that of a Cloud Chuunin, his tactical vest displaying proudly. With a satisfied grin he would walk into the tavern, a bounce in his step.

As he did so he would see a man slam his hand onto the counter, rattling a nearby patron and knocking him off of his stool. This made him laugh insanely, however he quickly regained his composure and walked on over, this would be fun. "Excuse me, I couldn't help but notice that display from across the room" he said trying to sound deep and manly like a person this age should, or at least less like a young teen. "Perhaps this man should not be in here if he is drunk enough to be startled like that" suggested Nao, he was totally unsure of what to say at the moment.

He would then take a seat next to the man, one who seemed like he was some drunken bum. 'This guy smells like alcohol so badly!' thought Nao as he himself had come here to try some. "I'll have some sake please" said the boy in disguise as a small cup was poured and slide along the bar. "Cheers!" he said as he raised the cup to his lips and swallowed. There was a moments pause before a sudden out burst. "THIS STUFF IS AWFUL BLEEEH!" he shouted as he stood up, kicking over his stool. Frantically he would wave his arms and wipe his tongue on his sleeve.

[ookami]

[Please forgive me, my mind was on the fritz for the past two days... and for it being short. v.v]

Ookami sighed softly, nuzzling his head into his arms slightly as he blinked a couple of times. His eyes stared into the darkness, before his thoughts were penetrated by another voice...His emerald gaze fell upon a man that seemed to appear out of thin air. The man's voice seemed to be slightly...shrill. Ookami rolled his eyes slightly, listening to him talk. "I am not drunk..." he said softly, looking away from the man.

He peered over his shoulder slightly, noticing the man had sat down next to him. He shrugged his shoulders a bit, facing the bar once more. He watched from the corner of his eye, as the man guzzled down the sake he had just ordered. His eyes widened then, seeing the reation of this...man. "Hmm...A real individual would have enjoyed that," he said softly, peering up at the man. "What is your name?"