Roleplay

@GiftOfArtemis @Snickeroodle

Grant chuckled a bit as Sunny lightly teased him. "To be honest with you, I would have almost preferred it be a boring day, for the most part." The bartender picked up a dry rag and began to dry the glasses he had just cleaned, putting them in their proper places once he was finished. "But I was going about my day normally, just having a walk, when these three punks pop out of nowhere and one of them hits me in the head with a pipe. I'll tell you, it hurt like hell earlier, but it isn't bad since the Doc fixed me up." He reached up and touched the spot near the back of his head where he had gotten hit. "I'm just glad I didn't get knocked out by it. Unfortunately for them, I was still conscious and very angry." Another chuckle passed his lips. "They had gotten a few good hits in before I sent them running and I needed to get my head checked out, so I went over to the clinic. That's where I met the cute doctor." Grant looked over at Sunny. "If you've been over to that clinic, she's the one with blue hair named Ayana, I think. She did a pretty good job fixing me up." He paused for a moment. "But I don't think she was feeling very well. Around the time where she was fixing up some of the injuries on my chest and back, she looked like she was starting to get a fever. I mean, her face was all hot and red." Thinking back on it, he hoped the Doc would be okay.

@peachymoo @snickeroodle @abyssranger

"So she got all blushy when you took off your shirt? Grant!" Orin laughed, holding onto the bar to lean back and chuckle heartily. He couldn't believe the street smart, tough bartender was oblivious to a girl crush. He wiped a tear from his eye. "You should invite her here. I can work the bar, as long as its a slow night, and I'll even let you two sit in a VIP booth." he gestured to the balcony that had tables and looked down at the DJ stage.

The door opened and a handsome young man walked in. Orin knew him, briefly, having seen the shock of long white and orange hair frequently walking across the street. Orin hopped down from the stool. "Excuse me, Sun, Grant."

Orin walked over, hand exteneded to shake. "Miyata, right? You own the teahouse next door. Orin Knightly. Welcome to The Current. How can I help you?"

@peachymoo @abyssranger @snickeroodle boop!

@abyssranger @giftofartemis @snickeroodle

(Sorry! I was waiting for Abyss)

Miyata looked at Orin's hand before causiously extending his own for a hand shake. "Yes... My name is Miyata. And I do run the tea house. Er.. We seem to have received a package meant for you." He placed the large box on the table and pulled out one of the vodka bottles.

"We don't serve anything this brightly colored." It was unnatural and gross. "So I'm assuming this is yours. Is it?" He handed the bottle to Orin for inspection. "If it's not, I'll leave to find the proper owner."

@Snickeroodle
((You can go. Terribly sorry! I had a slump in inspiration and I wasn't sure what to do with Grant, so you can go! sorry again!!))