Sendo strode into the small building confidently, smile plastered across his scarred face as he quickly surveyed the room. Many heads turned his way to see the newcomer with most quickly dismissing him and turning their attentions back to their drink. Several of these folk Sendo recognized as fellow regulars to the bar, however it was the ones that didn't turn away that he analyzed closely. Carefree, Sendo strode up to the bar and found a seat as the bar owner, Hiro, began pouring his drink. "Thanks Hiro." Sendo told the man receiving a committal grunt in reply as the man moved down the bar to another while Sendo settled into his seat with his drink in hand.
Sendo began to enjoy his drink as he slowly gazed at the gatherings of people around the place, taking special note of the faces he hadn't recognized when he had arrived and what they were up to. It was an unfortunate fact for him that the same hulking physique that found so many in his day to day intimidated by his presence and moving from his path had the stark inverse effect once alcohol was introduced. No, once some were good and toasted they simply couldn't stop themselves from picking a fight with the biggest guy in the room, which was Sendo for practically every room he'd been in since puberty. Therefore he'd built a habit at his regular watering hole of watching the strangers, just in case anyone was drunk enough to want to have a scrap. Now, that wasn't to say that Sendo was adverse to the thought of a good old fashioned drunken brawl, in fact he usually relished it, but Hiro had warned him in no uncertain terms if anything else got broken because of him he'd have to find a new bar.
Sendo kept an eye out and remained prepared to move out the door if anyone looked prepared to bring trouble his way as he enjoyed his drink, and then a second and third. Time passed and no one seemed particularly ready to rumble so Sendo simply paid for his drinks and made for the exit. Was he disappointed? Perhaps a bit, but he hadn't had to worry about running out the door so the fight wouldn't start inside which was something.
Besides, there was always tomorrow.
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Sendo began to enjoy his drink as he slowly gazed at the gatherings of people around the place, taking special note of the faces he hadn't recognized when he had arrived and what they were up to. It was an unfortunate fact for him that the same hulking physique that found so many in his day to day intimidated by his presence and moving from his path had the stark inverse effect once alcohol was introduced. No, once some were good and toasted they simply couldn't stop themselves from picking a fight with the biggest guy in the room, which was Sendo for practically every room he'd been in since puberty. Therefore he'd built a habit at his regular watering hole of watching the strangers, just in case anyone was drunk enough to want to have a scrap. Now, that wasn't to say that Sendo was adverse to the thought of a good old fashioned drunken brawl, in fact he usually relished it, but Hiro had warned him in no uncertain terms if anything else got broken because of him he'd have to find a new bar.
Sendo kept an eye out and remained prepared to move out the door if anyone looked prepared to bring trouble his way as he enjoyed his drink, and then a second and third. Time passed and no one seemed particularly ready to rumble so Sendo simply paid for his drinks and made for the exit. Was he disappointed? Perhaps a bit, but he hadn't had to worry about running out the door so the fight wouldn't start inside which was something.
Besides, there was always tomorrow.
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