<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's eyes were hard to stare into, given that she was still wearing her shades. Yes, even indoors. The demoness rolled her shoulders in a little lazy shrug as he described his apparent infraction against her. "No, you didn't drive me off. I just felt like a little quiet... though that seems like an impossibility around here." Her head tilted in the direction of the fight for a moment before she looked back at the lycanthrope again. "I've been called a lot of things over the years; Amaterasu, Red Dragon, Oni, devil woman, bitch, Nobunaga's Right Hand, 'hey you', but I prefer to go by Shizuru." The demoness reclined in her seat, crossing one leg over the other. She raised her ochoko and sipped at her drink quietly, finishing the contents. After, she'd hold out the cup and wait for him to refill it.<br/><br/>Shizuru couldn't blame Jack for being I'll at ease around her. Sharing a drink with a demon was a risky proposition; especially one with her storied history. She was rather intimidating on the outside and her race's reputation didn't help any in building trust. The shades, combined with her suspiciously calm demeanor made her hard to read. Her name, more than likely, wouldn't be completely unknown to him, even for as long as he might've been out of the loop.