A Scene of a Scene

It was Thursday night, a time when alot of Konoha’s youth would flurish throughout the Okinaga District’s party section. Those of drinking age, would bar hop to many of the local establishments still holding their treasured traditions. All shinobi were welcome of course, a heafty discount for our boys in green who protected the village from both external and internal conflicts. It was a much needed thing, a place to detach from the monotonous task of working for all walks of life.

The streets were full, the multi colorful lights were vivid enough to reveal all the intoxicated pedestrians sauntering about in a dazed state. Think the Big Easy, New Orleans in the french Quarter district, now reduced the square footage of the infamous area and that was what you get from the Okinaga District on a Thursday night.

Intimidating at first, but to be part of a community that looked after its own in such a way. Capitalism, hedonisim, hell even voracism… everyone had a place here during such times.

Okisho, relieved of his duties two hours ago, was seen in a dive bar setting. Normally this wouldnt be the case, his upbringing taught him better than to place himself in such a vapid place; his parent’s words once again. However, this dive bar wasn’t as bad as the others. They even had drinks for those underage; mock cocktails they called it. But, living his own life, he decides to try it. A few familiar faces from how academy days appear in the background, cheering him own as he sinks the last ball on the table.

“Eight ball, side pocket”, he droned. With enough english applied to the mid bottom of the cue, the object ball is pushed into the side pocket of the table effortlessly as the cue ball remains in the spot it made contact with the object ball.

The gathered crowd cheeted again, another win for the Uchiha. Which made it number 5; five wins in a row went a long way in a dive bar. He remains as he were, awaiting for another opponent as he takes a sip from his whiskey and ginger beer; a drink he has recently grown very fond off.

As for attire, Okisho is considered a minimalist, nothing too flashy and void of any logos. This also includes his Clan emblem, which much of his people love to don out in public. He is usually seen wearing a simple all black shirt, and a pair of dark navy-blue slacks which stop at the top of his ankles. His shoes are standard issued shinobi editions, revealing his toes and back ankles. His Konoha Leaf headband was tied against his forehead, without discomfort.
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After a few more rounds, Okisho places the cue back on the cue rack after a lengthy win streak. Nine games in a row. He made it a point to step out to downtown Okinaga district more frequently now. It would help him socalize more, instead of always working with no play.
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