<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Shizuru, Demon Samurai Bartender</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Character%20Portraits/Nakaru.jpg)</div></div></div><strong>Location:</strong>Bar<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Bartender<br/><br/>Shizuru tilted her head up and peered down at the glass of sake, regarding it the same way one would regard a dried turd on a hot sidewalk. She pushed the cup away from herself and as the orc turned to the bovine, she tipped her head to the side and spoke up before he got too far with the bull-man, "...If you don't mind, can you do this again? I forgot to mention that I want it in an ochoko. Or at least a wine glass, if you can manage it. If nothing else, at least the alcohol deserves the proper amount of respect." The demoness slid her hands back into her pockets and waited. She'd let the comment about her debt go by. Either she was ignoring it, or she simply had nothing to say on the matter. Either way, the expression on her face hadn't changed an iota - disregarding the scrunched-up disgusted look while observing the poorly served sake, of course.<br/><br/>Regardless, her eyes shifted around the garish place, the redhead observing the patrons around her. A masked man lumbering towards an angel. The bull-man next to her. A human she'd recognized. They were the standouts. Everyone else just blended in, not interesting enough to grab her attention. She'd have to keep her eye on the... entrance. Well, with pocket worlds like this that was easier said than done. She'd keep an eye on the people coming and going, see what she could see and learn what she could learn. For now, the bar was the perfect place to camp out while she observed things and pondered why she'd been summoned. No doubt it had something to do with Marc cashing in on that debt, but she wondered at the nature of the task he had for her.