Post by Ginjō Xôi on Sept 5, 2016 3:07:39 GMT -5
The large, dark skinned man was walking with a casual, laid back gait through the streets of the Rukongai- the districts cloest to the gates. He had a reason for this, seeing no purpose or reason to going beyond that- it was late, and he was only out for a few drinks to relax after all.
Ginjo had forgotten just how nice it really was to occasionally drink away from Ai and his own home. He didn't mind drinking around her by any means (though she made a face at his smoking) but she always somehow managed to make him feel guilty for drinking and smoking around their home. How he was unsure, it wasn't as if it could actually hurt him- Shinigami were incredibly resilient to any longer-term effects of alcohol unlike humans. Drunk, certainly- but actual damage to him? It was practically impossible. Yet somehow she always managed to make him feel guilty, scrunching up her nose and giving him that look- she didn't even have to say anything. Even if he always got her back later, it didn't make it any less annoying.
As such, he ha decided (along with the woman taking up over half the bed and being a general pain- more than usual, tonight) that he would go out and enjoy a drink and some reading on his own. There were several bar's in the Rukongai districts closest to the Seireitei where the soldiers of different squads would often come by on their off-duty hours to enjoy a drink, one another company, or just to blow off steam. It was close enough that fights were rare unlike bar's in the outer districts, and seemed like a peaceful enough place for him to enjoy a few drinks and relax. He would return to bed with Ai later (and likely still get up before her anyway), for now- he would allow his large frame to duck down under the door's support so as to not hit his head.
Entering he would raise a hand and smile at the occasional plus or Shinigami that recognized him. After a few short conversations, hand waves, calls across the bar and so forth he would eventually find peace- settling down with a grunt on one of the many stools at the bar. Glancing down as it would groan and squeak beneath his frame and weight; but after a few experimental shifts back and forth he would be satisfied that it would at the least support him for now. With that settled he would raise a hand lightly to get the bartenders attention, the man glancing up as Gin called simply;
"A bottle of Ginjo-shu, please." he would state- he used to find it amusing, calling his own name. It had taken him many years to realize what his name had actually meant, and he could only blame his imbecile of a father really- and his mother whom allowed his father to name his son after his favorite drink of all things. Still, in the end he had to find it fitting- named after a drink that was sweet and smooth; and yet afterward could give you one of the nastiest of headaches. It was oddly fitting for his personality now- perhaps his father was a subconscious soothsayer and knew his little boy would turn into a monster. It made his lip curl slightly in silent amusement- however his thoughts were distracted as he would allow his gaze to trail over the room curiously, specifically along the bar to see if anyone near him was interesting enough to start up a conversation with them.
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