Post by Bloodline on Nov 22, 2019 18:32:46 GMT
It had been around a week since Yukan robbed the Yamamoto Bank and Trust. He came away with a pretty decent haul, around 28,000,000 yen (250k USD) from what he had counted. He also came away with some pretty hefty injuries. His right arm and leg had been torn up by that stupid girl’s plant-based quirk. He’d probably have a few faint scars by the time they fully healed. The bullet in his leg had also been extremely painful to dig out. He nearly passed out from the excruciating pain. He was still walking with a limp, and he had trouble lifting things with his arm yet. He gave it a few days before he could move around at full capacity. It’s a shame that the life of a criminal often meant no medical help.
He had managed to safely stash away the cash in a secret place. He wasn’t quite sure what he wanted to do with it yet, but he was still in the process of planning. He would know what he wanted to do soon enough.
He found himself in a rather small bar. It wasn’t like the fancy nightclubs that most people in the tatooin district frequented. Compared to the frantic, music heavy atmosphere of most nightclubs, this bar had a much more laid back attitude. Sure, there was still quite a few people here and their conversations could get quite loud, but it was rather peaceful compared to some other places. Most kept to their little cliques, speaking loud enough to be heard, but not loud enough to be listened to.
There was a pool table off in the corner along with a jukebox. Most nights people would be playing, but not tonight. If someone didn’t want to sit up at the bar, there were a few tables they could sit out. Most of them were filled tonight. In another corner was a dart board, a group of drunken idiots were playing now, and Yukan gave it about fifteen minutes before someone got struck by a dart. Along the walls were a few slot machines, most people didn’t really use them, but there were always people who wanted to gamble.
Yukan himself sat up at the bar. He sat away from anyone else, preferring his own little solitude, He was dressed casually, wearing a pair of dark pants, a light grey shirt, and a dark jacket. He didn’t have a drink yet, but the bartender was already making their way over.
“What can I get for ya?” the bartender asked with a smile.
Yukan smiled, “Glass of your best whiskey. Put it on a tab,” he finished with a nodded
The bartender nodded, grabbing a small glass and filling it with the brown beverage. The bartender placed it in front of Yukan, plopping in a few cubes of ice in the drink, “There you go, sir.”
Yukan smiled, “Thanks,” he sipped at his drink, wondering if anything interesting would happen here tonight.
He had managed to safely stash away the cash in a secret place. He wasn’t quite sure what he wanted to do with it yet, but he was still in the process of planning. He would know what he wanted to do soon enough.
He found himself in a rather small bar. It wasn’t like the fancy nightclubs that most people in the tatooin district frequented. Compared to the frantic, music heavy atmosphere of most nightclubs, this bar had a much more laid back attitude. Sure, there was still quite a few people here and their conversations could get quite loud, but it was rather peaceful compared to some other places. Most kept to their little cliques, speaking loud enough to be heard, but not loud enough to be listened to.
There was a pool table off in the corner along with a jukebox. Most nights people would be playing, but not tonight. If someone didn’t want to sit up at the bar, there were a few tables they could sit out. Most of them were filled tonight. In another corner was a dart board, a group of drunken idiots were playing now, and Yukan gave it about fifteen minutes before someone got struck by a dart. Along the walls were a few slot machines, most people didn’t really use them, but there were always people who wanted to gamble.
Yukan himself sat up at the bar. He sat away from anyone else, preferring his own little solitude, He was dressed casually, wearing a pair of dark pants, a light grey shirt, and a dark jacket. He didn’t have a drink yet, but the bartender was already making their way over.
“What can I get for ya?” the bartender asked with a smile.
Yukan smiled, “Glass of your best whiskey. Put it on a tab,” he finished with a nodded
The bartender nodded, grabbing a small glass and filling it with the brown beverage. The bartender placed it in front of Yukan, plopping in a few cubes of ice in the drink, “There you go, sir.”
Yukan smiled, “Thanks,” he sipped at his drink, wondering if anything interesting would happen here tonight.
