Post by Vennel on Mar 19, 2021 0:30:30 GMT -5
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[OOC:] Vennel's Thread Power Level: 5'000
The Rüt Cellar. It was a bit of a hole in the wall, not particularly large, and fairly popular among low class warriors, given it's fairly reasonable prices, and the lax attitude they take towards fights that break out. Sure enough, what may be a reason to avoid a place like this in another world, was something of an attractive selling point to the fight-minded saiyans.
Located at the end of a particularly rough neighborhood, at the base of a city spire, it's the one building that has been well kept (by comparison to the rest of the buildings immediately surrounding it). The interior was dimly lit, most of the light coming from large circular windows along the walls, and a pair of luminescent rods affixed to the ceiling, clearly missing the light diffuser that came stock with the ceiling lamp.
The floor has a peculiar, yet familiar (to it's patrons) stickiness to the floor, from drinks long since spilled and so engrained into the floor that it could no longer fully be removed. The air smells faintly of smoke and booze. A gruff and burly bartender with balding head, and a handlebar mustache that blends into his side burns, wearing an ill-fitting cuirass and a pelt ran the bar. He's often cleaning a mug, watching a fight, or prepping a drink for someone. Most of the patrons found themselves in conversation with squad mates, friends, and rivals of all shapes and sizes, all huddled around booths or tables or along the bar on wobbly stools.
It was a long day for Vennel, heck, it hadn't even been just one day. It'd been almost three, all accounted for. She was on patrol, alone, again, in the neutral territories. She hated these extended trips, as it was so much of her time spent on her own- she was bored! And as such, the one thing she enjoyed doing when she got back for any extended period of time was head down to the Rüt Cellar.
As she approached the automated doors, they whisked open with a familiar creak as she stepped into the floor with a familiar squeak. She quickly scanned the room for a familiar face, but having found none, she approached the bar, figuring if she could get a drink, she could at least get a nice buzz before socializing with strangers. Who knows, if she got lucky, maybe she'd even pick a fight or two before calling it a night.
As her turn in the drink line came, she waited for the bartender to finish putting the zeni away in the register till. "What'll it be?" He asked, his tone as hoarse as he looked. "The usual, Pokin." With a shrug, the bartender grabbed a multi-headed hose from under the bar and angled it into a nearby glass, before pressing a button on the head of the hose, causing it to dispense a foamy, golden fluid into the glass. Vennel was ready with her zeni, and placed it on the slightly damp bar before it's keeper, and grabbed the mug once it was offered to her. "Thanks," she bid him, as he silently nodded, before she snagged herself a seat at the bar to scope out any others that entered or if any decent fights broke out.