<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 shook her head at the werewolf and raised the bottle of sake, giving it a little shake. Empty. She reclined in her seat and folded her arms behind her head, her eyes half shut behind her shades. She hadn't lied to Jack, dispite what he thought. She never said she didn't want to fight; she just didn't feel like fighting for no good reason. Plus, she never said she was going to pay off her debt by fighting. It would be silly to assume that was the only thing she was good at. Information gathering was one of her skills and she'd come to this gaudy place with a little something in mind. Information on one of the other patrons here that just needed to be shared.