Midway into the evening, the bar was empty. Her coat on a hook behind her, Phoenix wiped down the counter at her bar, 'Rosa Florecio'. Just a wooden bar and some small tables with stools. The last customers in were a elderly supervisor and a young new employee, they were discussing some office drama that Phoenix found dull to care about. The younger one was not experienced in drinking and soon vomited, after a rather nice tip the elderly supervisor escorted their colleague out. Any other customer was discouraged from continuing as the mood was soon killed, which Phoenix particularly disliked. Finishing up with cleaning the counter, she still couldn't fully abolish the stench. "Cleaning up vomit, totally a step up from being a potential recruit all those years back." Phoenix muttered to no one.
Pulling out a bottle of whiskey and a shot glass, she poured herself a shot of whiskey and drank it quickly, hoping to kill the stiffness in the mood. Letting out a deep breath as she stopped trying to hide her reiatsu at this point, welcoming any distraction. Not that she'd be able to hide forever, worst case scenario she assumed that a Shinigami recruit would walk away from the bar before even getting through the door. "Damn it's boring out."
Phoenix started to wonder if she should just call it a night right there, true there was still a few more hours to go, but no one wants to smell vomit even when they are walking into a bar. Lighting a cigarette, she sighed as she felt as though time was getting slower by the second. "I really need to watch my customers for their limits. Seriously, I gotta stop letting this happen."
Machie slipped into the bar quietly. The smell made her wrinkle her nose though she did her best to ignore it.
It had been a rough night, fighting off hollows who took advantage of their lowered numbers. For now, however the fighting had stopped. She would have to find somewhere to get some rest until the next time she was called. Her assignment was for a week and this was her second to last night.
With a weary sigh, Machie picked her way between tables, stepping over the occasional puddle of spilled drink or food as she made her way toward the bar.
The feeling of hollow reiatsu was clear, but Machie was far too tired to fight. Beyond that, she knew that there was no way she could take on someone with that much reiryoku on her own, even if well rested. Machie decided that the lack of bloodshed meant that whoever owned the signature waasn't an immediate threat. Despite enjoying the thrill of battle, Machie had long since been worn out. There was a time to fight and a time to let things go.
The dark skinned woman ran a hand over her braids before taking a seat on one of the bar stools across the counter from Phoenix.
"When you have a moment, could I have a glass of wine? Anything sweet and cheap will suffice." She dug around the pockets of her worn robes to find some money, pulling a few bills from her pockets and setting them on the counter. "This should cover it, I think."
Her hazel eyes drifted down to the cigarette in the barkeep's hand, balanced between her fingers.
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