[A bar lit only by the dim glow of gambling dens and the curtained windows of sexter rooms was Takasugi's destination. He ascended the two steps located to the side of the hallway and sat in one of it's stools, sliding his chip across the smooth surface of the table.
It was never sticky. Few chose to drink here, and fewer still even knew of it. Most were enthralled with the overwhelming din of bets flying across tables, the roar of the arena, and not-so nondescript noises from the sexter rooms. Most didn't come here to find a quiet place.
From his seat, those passing between any of the revelries through the darkened hallway were easily visible. He let most pass, his back turned and his pipe alight with a mix of tobacco and a dash of opium. His drinks were savored - Eulogy offered cheap swill and expensive finery with little in between.
With his chip's value, he could sip from the top shelf all night.
He'd even have enough to spare.
So, when he saw someone he knew, he'd lean towards the passage.] Yo. Want a drink? [For someone he didn't know, the seat next to him was always open. Otherwise, feel free to catch him in transit - walking to the exit as the alcohol settled in his head - though he'd keep himself from seeming it.]
❁ eulogy ❁ night of day 6 or 7
It was never sticky. Few chose to drink here, and fewer still even knew of it. Most were enthralled with the overwhelming din of bets flying across tables, the roar of the arena, and not-so nondescript noises from the sexter rooms. Most didn't come here to find a quiet place.
From his seat, those passing between any of the revelries through the darkened hallway were easily visible. He let most pass, his back turned and his pipe alight with a mix of tobacco and a dash of opium. His drinks were savored - Eulogy offered cheap swill and expensive finery with little in between.
With his chip's value, he could sip from the top shelf all night.
He'd even have enough to spare.
So, when he saw someone he knew, he'd lean towards the passage.] Yo. Want a drink? [For someone he didn't know, the seat next to him was always open. Otherwise, feel free to catch him in transit - walking to the exit as the alcohol settled in his head - though he'd keep himself from seeming it.]