<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>None<br/><br/>The night was certainly getting more interesting all the time. Shizuru cupped her ochoko carefully in her hand and raised it, wrapping her other hand around the ceramic cup. She sniffed it, inhaling the aroma, before bringing it to her lips and sipping, the full, clean taste bringing the slightest of smiles to her lips. It wasn't the fanciest brand that she'd selected, but it was one of her favorites. Her eyes remained closed for a moment longer and to anyone watching it might seem like she was just savoring her drink, but in those few seconds, she was quickly 'feeling' the area and the people around her. The angel and the wolf were the most interesting. There were humans, too, but they had yet to arouse her interest as much. It didn't seem like the usual crowd, even for a strange place as this. Her eyes opened and she set the cup down again. Well, she might as well relax. Marc could find her when he was ready. Shizuru ordered the rest of the bottle of sake, told the orc to add it to her debt, and stepped away from the bar to seat herself in an empty booth.