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Sora no Hikari -- Light of the Sky (Naruto RP)

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[Jul. 11th, 2007|09:13 am]
Sora no Hikari -- Light of the Sky (Naruto RP)


[Current Mood |drunkdrunk]

Joining: Closed to Shikamaru.
Setting: Shinobi-only bar somewhere in Konoha. Not a truly respectable place.
Details: Neji goes out after his latest mission in the hopes of getting as drunk as possible. After the time-skip, probably sometime after Asuma's death.
Possible Rating: R, PG13? Could change.
Warnings: A drunk Neji, swearing, possibly violence.


Once upon a more prosperous time, the small bar had laid claim to a name and a sign above the entrance on which to print it. Back then it had been “The Wren”, and had been a classy place, with waitresses who wore relatively modest outfits, served decent food, and booze of a relatively good quality.

However, prosperous times hadn’t stayed for long after the Kyuubi attacked, and from the looks of things, wouldn’t be returning anytime soon. The sign above the doorway had long-since fallen down, and so had the quality of the food, so much so anyone with any sanity at all refrained from ordering any.

The booze wasn’t good either, but it was strong, and that was all Neji cared about. He sat at a table at the back, eyes closed, and forehead resting on the dirty tabletop. The shards of an empty bottle lay on the floor by his feet where he had dropped it. A second was clenched in his right hand.

For the pale-eyed jounin, the limit to exactly how much alcohol he could down without passing out cold was two bottles. But he had given instructions to the bartender, and because he was a Jounin, he expected them to be followed.

“Keep it coming until I pass out, and then I want one waiting when I wake up.”

The bar formally known as the Wren catered solely to shinobi, and most shinobi who came wanted to forget something. The booze served its purpose, even if it didn’t taste good.


[User Picture]From: whiteeyesfade
2007-07-11 04:29 pm (UTC)
Through the thick haze of an alcohol-induced fog, Neji thought he heard something. A voice, but it was vague, sounding far off. Though he should have been able to define at least ten characteristics of the speaker from voice alone, he somehow wasn't able to. He just knew that somebody had said something, and, given his recent luck, it had probably been directed at him.

He opened one eye, blinked, and shut it again with a groan. He was pretty sure someone had said something to the extent of asking if they could join him. Yeah, it had sounded something like that. Or, at least, he hoped it had. Things had the possibility of turning nasty if he was wrong in his assumptions, but he decided to stay with what he originally thought. To do otherwise would require thinking, moving out of his temporary numbness.

While he would have most defiantly preferred if they found siting arrangements elsewhere, telling them so would require mental activity on his part, and if he used his brain, then there was a possibility that the very thing he was trying so hard to forget would resurface, and that wouldn't be pleasant. For the owner of the bar, that was. For if Neji remembered, then he might feel inclined to hit something.

And even when intoxicated, Hyuuga Neji's blows almost always hit their intended target.

He gave a noncommittal grunt in response to the question, which could be taken as a yes or a no, depending on who was asking. He wasn't sure who was standing there, but he was hoping they'd be of the latter group and leave him alone.
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