<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 glanced off to the side, "Money. He gave me a loan to open my bar. At the time it seemed easier than doing actual work. I find most freelance jobs to be quite distasteful and I'm not about to bore myself to tears with legitimate work. Times used to be so much simpler. I could walk for days down a quiet road and not see anyone or anything. I could sit for hours and look up at the sky and no one would bother me." She motioned around to the bar, "Now everything is loud, garish, demanding constant attention. It's like being back in the underworld again."<br/><br/>She reclined in her seat and crossed her arms over her chest, her gaze falling back on the werewolf again. "I'm more concerned about what he wants those masked goons over there for." Shizuru tilted her head towards Berenger and Adam. They both seemed a little bit 'out there' for the purposes of simple hired muscle. She didn't know much about Adam, but Berenger had a reputation. If Marc wanted a pimp on his side there were far saner choices. They were both probably two of the most dangerous humans roaming the streets these days. She'd never let them into her bar, that's for damn sure.