<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><br/>"Well, this is utterly horrific. I've never seen this much gaudy furniture all in one place before."<br/><br/>Her first impressions were not good. Then again, that was par for the course. Shizuru rarely ever seemed impressed with anything. The only place she had any affinity for these days seemed to be her own bar, an establishment that was a total contrast to Gehenna. Shizuru's was all rich woods and comfortably worn furniture, where as this was all plastic, metal, and looked like it had just come out of the box. Her place was also less than half the size. Gehenna probably had bathrooms bigger than her entire bar. The demoness blew out a little puff of smoke and murmured around her cigarette, "I hope they've at least got good drinks."<br/><br/>She was dressed to match Gehenna, though that was more by coincidence than design. She wore a black dress shirt with a black tie, braided brown belt with silver buckle, tan leather pants accented with silver chains, and a pair of tall black boots. The dark colors made her look even more intimidating than her usual implacable expression already did. The flaming wings and spiraling horns helped. The former tended to get in the way of things indoors, however, so Shizuru made quick work of disappearing them. The horns stayed, as did her other demonic features. Her odd, golden eyes she did hide, however, by slipping on a black pair of shades. This was less for the sake of the patrons and more for her own benefit; all the lights in the room were rather annoying. She was used to her own dimly lit place - though she preferred to call it 'cozy'.<br/><br/>Cigarette dangling from her lips and hands in her pockets, she maneuvered her way past the other patrons and strolled up to the bar. Her eyes looked over the rather large Orc with the same bored expression she regarded everything else. Her order was simple; "Sake. Hakutsuru, if you have it."