[well he did give him an hour? but he also expects shouto to be able to use the omni to get directions. knowing it's a bar and its name should be enough. touya tugs open the door to the bar, which is literally a building built into the center of a large mound beneath twin hills covering it. a chimney pokes out the top and there seem to be a few other tubes sticking out of the hills in various places. hard to tell if the building was here first and a hill was "dropped on it" or if the hills were excavated to make room for the bar now sheltered all snug within it.
letting the heavy chocolate-colored door swing back behind him, touya eyes the rich interior of the bar. not rich in the monetary way, but in the depths of its dark browns and tans hues, with dark stone walls and blonde wood bartops and tabletops. the scent of alcohol mingles with a smokey flavor while the spiciness of roots lingers within. lights dangle from the ceiling on spindly chains, each bulb shielded by an inverted cone collar of a metal lampshade, giving each booth-flanked table a private (shady) feeling beneath its single circle of light.
usually the atmosphere here is quiet, compact, very much "mind your own business" - a reason touya frequents the place - but the daytime traffic is different. not something he's familiar with, since touya usually comes evenings and nights. a lot more people than he's used to.
not too surprising shouto turned heads. younger people don't usually come here. ah well. honestly he doesn't know what age shouto is right now. considering he's been here for this long and then previously elsewhere... who knows. but it isn't hard to spot him at the bar. touya heads towards his youngest sibling, hands in his pockets and eyes staying on the chatty bartender. tsk, this bitch...
warm leather and the ever-present scent of burned flesh drift into shouto's space as touya steps up beside him. a single glance down to the side notes the water his little brother's drinking, then flicks his eyes back up to the bartender.]
Oy. That's water, Vien. Give him his pay back.
[touya slips one hand from his pocket and holds it palm up above the bar top.]
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letting the heavy chocolate-colored door swing back behind him, touya eyes the rich interior of the bar. not rich in the monetary way, but in the depths of its dark browns and tans hues, with dark stone walls and blonde wood bartops and tabletops. the scent of alcohol mingles with a smokey flavor while the spiciness of roots lingers within. lights dangle from the ceiling on spindly chains, each bulb shielded by an inverted cone collar of a metal lampshade, giving each booth-flanked table a private (shady) feeling beneath its single circle of light.
usually the atmosphere here is quiet, compact, very much "mind your own business" - a reason touya frequents the place - but the daytime traffic is different. not something he's familiar with, since touya usually comes evenings and nights. a lot more people than he's used to.
not too surprising shouto turned heads. younger people don't usually come here. ah well. honestly he doesn't know what age shouto is right now. considering he's been here for this long and then previously elsewhere... who knows. but it isn't hard to spot him at the bar. touya heads towards his youngest sibling, hands in his pockets and eyes staying on the chatty bartender. tsk, this bitch...
warm leather and the ever-present scent of burned flesh drift into shouto's space as touya steps up beside him. a single glance down to the side notes the water his little brother's drinking, then flicks his eyes back up to the bartender.]
Oy. That's water, Vien. Give him his pay back.
[touya slips one hand from his pocket and holds it palm up above the bar top.]