<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>Booth<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jack<br/><br/>Shizuru listened quietly to the story while sipping her drink. She took a refill and started on her next as he continued to spin his tale. Or was 'tail' more appropriate? She had little idea of what he was talking about. Most technology was either beyond her scope or held so little interest she never bothered with it. The most technically advanced thing she owned was her motorcycle, and second to that was the beat up jukebox in her bar. She was always interested in hearing useful information, though. It was interesting how much she was getting out of him, having only told him the barest fragments of her own story. Shizuru wasn't exactly silver tongued, but she did have a way with making people open up. When he asked if he should continue she simply nodded, saying nothing lest she break his train of thought.