Yadeyade...

[Jeviherei]

Koujaku, Makoto. She was a jounin and 18 years old, thus she had every legal rights to be at the bar to release some stress. It was uncharacteristic for her to be annoyed to this extent. Perhaps it was just stress that had been built up. Either way, it was in the middle of the day, yet here she was, sitting at the bar and glaring at the menu. She sighed.

"Spiced sake." Makoto sighed the words. She will control herself with drinking, however she will probably end up getting drunk either way. She growled lightly. Annoying, annoying, annoying. She was stressed out. Way too stressed out. This was wrong, this wasn't her. This was definitely not her.

So the genjutsu user sat in the bar in the middle of the day, tapping her finger in impatience for her drink. She lacked her lollipop as well and her goggles were down half-way, causing her hair to be slightly messy. She had a frown upon her face that seemed more of a pout. Really, she was just too stressed out.

[Sabre]

An okay temperature, an okay sky, an okay mood for the day. Ohaku yawned as his arms stretched out to get the tight muscles in his body to strain and let him get up and go. But that didn't really matter, he was just finding another place to sleep so he really didn't need to do much work. But still, he started up his daily stretching. On top of a flower shop, he got up. Ohaku looked out at the village with boredom. He decided quickly that he needed a drink, his throat being dry as a desert. So after getting ready he jumped off the building and landed on the ground. Getting his eyes adjusted, he leaned on a man, who pushed him off. That pushed him into another woman who had a boutique of flowers. Quickly cursing to himself he got up and ran before the punishment would come. As some people called for him to get back there, that only motivated him to run even faster.

As he ran by he started to slow down. Checking around, he wanted to see where he arrived. The Konoholic...a bar. Looking up at the building he sighed. He needed a drink and this seemed to be the best place for it. So with one more yawn he walked inside. The place seemed nice enough, but there seemed to be one sour apple among the crowd. He walked around her. Going to the bar, he was quickly turned away for being underage. As he walked away grumpy, he closed his eyes to rub them of some sleeping sand. But then he tripped over a table and fell face flat onto the floor.

Getting up, he rubbed his face. It was in much pain. Not looking where he was going, Ohaku randomly sat down in a chair and recovered. Looking up, he seemed to be next to the sour one that he avoided before. Not having anything to say, he gave a wave and said, "Hi."

[Jeviherei]

She ignored all the noise. It didn't regard her anyways. Her sake arrived soon, so she was pretty much okay with everything so far. Her mind was a blank of red, so much annoyance, and yet no anger. It was a strange feeling she was used to. She gulped down her sake, the taste of the spicy bitter alcohol numbing her tongue. The liquid was cool, so she was fine with that.

Except an underage brat decided to talk to her. She stared at the kid, her mouth in a slight pout. Her odd colored eyes held a blank gaze that clearly expressed her disinterest. "Yo." She spoke in a neutral voice as she turned back to her sake. After staring down at the reddish liquid for a while, she gulped the entire thing down. "More spiced sake." She sighed, her breath tinted with the faint aroma of the alcohol, "if you don't mind."

Genjutsu truly did commit its users into their own unique life. A much more insulting version of the sentence was written on top of the bar tender's face as he went on as to pour more alcohol. Makoto nearly growled. She really wasn't up to this. She literally wanted to kill, yet held her blood lust inside. However that was getting harder. It was probably the alcohol that was nibbling away at her control.

She took a glance at the kid laying down on the ground. "Why don't you just kick the kid out?" She growled quietly at the bartender. With a light whisper of an unheard word, undoubtedly colorful seeing the stat Makoto was in, she stood up and bent down. With a light grasp, she grabbed a hold of the kid's collar and literally threw him out. She wasn't normally strong, however she could be when it was needed. She sat back down again and went back to tapping her finger impatiently.