<div class="floatleft">(http://i786.photobucket.com/albums/yy145/alxnjsh/bb87d94e-fad3-47fb-ab8e-90f5fc13c0e3_zpse5855d16.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><em>Bastian Grey</em><br/><strong>Alias:</strong><em>Sailor Pluto</em><br/><strong>Where:</strong><em>Hobgoblin Pub, Shibuya</em><br/><strong>Time:</strong><em>April 8th, 8 p.m.</em><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><em>See here</em>(http://i786.photobucket.com/albums/yy145/alxnjsh/bf84d8aa-e624-445d-b78b-b4d09fca52b8_zps6d4a2bf6.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><em> Jacob/Jupiter, Trent/Mercury, Eden/Venus, Hajime/Uranus, Cody/Neptune</em><br/><hr/>Bastian dropped off his books in his dorm, took a moment to piss, and then headed back out into the Tokyo evening. The plans tonight were pretty simple – meet up with some friends at the Hobgoblin Pub in Shibuya. His stomach grumbled at the thought. It was way past time to eat and pub food sounded good to him.<br/><br/>It was a nice night without a cloud in the sky. Bastian’s jaunt to the pub didn’t take very long at all and he immediately recognized several people.<br/><br/>Bastian caught the last words out of Hajime’s mouth. It seemed he was in some kind of mood. Bastian didn’t know if Hajime was a perpetual downer or something was bothering him at the moment. Bastian would give more time to get to know him, but the guy desperately needed an aura cleanse.<br/><br/>“Hey, sorry I’m late.” Bastian said. His gaze passed around the group. He stole a slightly longer glance at Cody. Seeing the bookworm caused Bastian to crack a wider smile.<br/><br/>“Next round on me?” He shoved his hands into his pocket, still thinking about food.<br/>