<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 had been sitting at her booth, working her way through her bottle of sake with that bored look on her face. She was taking slow sips, taking her time and savoring each drink; though not so slow that the sake would start to go bad, mind. She'd hate for it to be out too long. That was just a waste. On the outside, she looked like she was just enjoying drinking alone. Her ears, however, were perked, as they say. She was listening intently to the conversation between Carol and Berenger. The pimp she'd heard of but never met - and everything she'd heard about him was bad. Carol, on the other hand, had her own part to play. Shizuru had plans for the woman. It would be time soon enough to act on them.<br/><br/>She was interrupted when Jack made his way over, claiming a seat before asking if she minded. An interesting order of actions there. She watched him extend his hand and let him sit there in silence for a few awkward seconds before she leaned forward and set her ceramic cup on the table. "...Sorry for what?" came her reply, his hand still hanging there. She grabbed his wrist and turned his hand palm up, then, from seemingly nowhere, produced a second ochoko and laid it in his palm. The demoness curled the werewolf's hands around the cup properly and poured him a drink before placing the bottle down again. "It's polite to sip before setting the cup down when someone pours sake for you. You should never serve yourself if you can't help it, really. And as long as you're sitting at my table, you're going to have a real drink. Now then.." Shizuru leaned back and reclaimed her own cup. She motioned to him. "Sorry for what?"<br/><br/>Her eyes darted momentarily to the confrontation and the sound of breaking bones. The demoness let out an exasperated little sigh. Can't go anywhere these days without a pointless fight breaking out.