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[exploding_pants]

*Behind the saloon's bar stood Kazama Kazuki, the most fiery bartender in the land. Some patrons claim that his handlebar moustache is made out of flames, just like his fiery hair or bushy red eyebrows. Other times they swear he lights cigarettes with just his fingertips. Travelers that hear of this man stop by this very saloon to see if the rumors are true. Right now, the boy's wiping down a few mugs, ready to pour new customers a glass of homemade beer, or maybe even something a little harder.*

Welcome. What can I get ya?

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[shibuya-noise.livejournal.com]

**Comin in with his brim down low is a Western-geared Neku. He wears his headphones around his neck, blaring music that is hardly appropriate to the setting. His holsters are bare, though the look on his face seems like he's eager to fight if it came to it.**

'Keep... Sake...

[kazamaufo.livejournal.com]

You got it. Warm or cold?

[shibuya-noise.livejournal.com]

**Of course, no one bothers to ask why a 16 year old is ordering Sake**

Cold.

[kazamaufo.livejournal.com]

*The bartender pours the kid some sake and serves it up. Notice there aren't any ice chests around...*

There you go. That's about as cold as I can get it.