[Hoshi Makise]

Fuck!

Hoshi was bleeding. She was cutting some celery and other garnishes when she stabbed herself with a tomato knife. Thankfully, no one was sitting at the bar to have noticed. Currently, most patrons, all 6 of them were sitting at the BBQ tables. It was currently right after the main dinner rush so the vibe was a little more chill. It hasn't turned 9 PM yet. That's usually when the regulars would stream in.

"You good?" Would a rather dry voice say behind her. It was her boss Zane, holding a small bandage at the ready. "Yeah, I'm fine." Hoshi would shrug, taking the bandage off her boss's hand. Wrapping it around her finger with the bandage, she waved her boss away. Zane didn't have to hang around, Hoshi was an adult after all. Zane mostly had to make sure that their cat mascot/pet wouldn't bother customers too much.

Clicking her tongue, Hoshi set the playlist for the night. The Stingray wasn't exactly a nice bar. It was a bar for the low lives and the poor folk, it was in San'ya after all. The store front was run down and the inside didn't look much better. It was clean though. Everything was just sort of old. Drinks were good though. Very food.

Cracking her knuckles, Hoshi got ready for another long night.

[Nobu]

Another day, another new experience for Nobu. He loved trying places he hadn't had before, a pass-time that would never end in a city like Tokyo. He had to pace himself between jobs, as he was paid very minimally for vigilante work. It was like tips for a delivery driver. The former businessman didn't want to dip into his savings by eating out all the time, but tonight was one of those nights. He hadn't been to the Stingray before, inviting along a few friends.

Standing outside of the bar and having a smoke, he waited for the others to arrive while inspecting the outside. If he had to guess, this block was surveyed by Yakuza. The overly dressed street walkers who had a specific look were one sign. The other was just how quiet and loud the street was at the same time. The Stingray wasn't exactly the shiniest of bars, but the ugliest of dives sometimes had the best to give.

That wasn't the real reason Nobu came here tonight. No, it was to bring his friends together and get familiar with this corner of Tokyo in preparation of an upcoming job. There was reportedly a problem brewing nearby and this was the best excuse to appear as a civilian. His friends didn't need to know that, this was going to be a fun night. Stepping inside and taking in the music and the vibes, he smiled slightly.

Oh yeah, this was a dive bar. Coming up to the bartender, he would remove his jacket use one of the chairs as a holder while it was empty. "Hello there. Pile driver, please." As a courtesy for meeting the bartender, he figured he'd make small talk while waiting for the others. It was boring, but he'd rather be friendly to the person pouring his drinks than anyone else. "Hope your night is going well." With a smirk and a nod that faded almost as soon as they came, he would lower his designer glasses and pinch the bridge of his nose.

Hoshi Makise

[Mar]

Mar entered the bar with one hand going up to stifle a yawn, turning her hand around into a light wave at Hoshi before dropping her hand back down at her side and taking a seat - taking care not to hit anyone or anything with her tail. "Hey, Hoshi-san. Popping in for a quick recharge. Are you ever not here at work?" She was joking of course, but in the years she'd lived in Japan and popped by this little bar from time to time she didn't think she remembered Hoshi not being behind the counter. Probably just a funny coincidence, or Hoshi was a workaholic. She didn't pay the other customers any mind aside from a brief glance and a quick smile, before giving a quick order so she wouldn't take up too much of Hoshi's time: "Suplex and a... hows your shrimp stock looking? If you're not low, the marinated shrimp would be great."

Hoshi Makise, Nobu,

[Hoshi Makise]

"No complaints." Hoshi would say, pulling the her bar shaker towards her. Pouring the drink ingredients into the shaker, she wondered who her customer ones. He wasn't a regular or someone she's seen around the area. Not that she can blame him, he looked a bit too nice dressed and was covered in tattoos to be yakuza. Regardless, not her business. People don't come to the Stingray to be judged, at least vocally. Hoshi will judge her customers all she wants, especially if they make shitty drink choices. Not that the Pile Driver is super awful. It's usually a drink for people that wanted to get drunk but not super fast. A bit too bitter for her tastes but oh well.

Shaking the drink with a ice cube, Hoshi did her usual tricks with her shaker. Spinning it in her hand, tossing it between both hands, and giving it intermittent shakes. Pile driver was a drink she didn't want to agitate too much. "So what brings you here tonight? Long day at the office?" Hoshi would ask, making some small talk before finishing the drink.

Pouring it into a whisky glass. It had a distinctive orange colour, mostly having the appearance of a whisky. It mostly still tasted like the whisky but had a added coffee flavour certain customers prefer. She finishes the drink with a small bit of lemon peel before sliding the man his drink."Want to open a tab or pay now?" Hoshi would ask before a more familiar face would enter the bar.

"Seeing as I'm the only bartender, no." Hoshi grinned a bit before starting Mar's drink order. She preferred the Suplex over the Pile Driver. It was a little more old fashioned adjacent with a little more of a peachy taste. "Eh, not the greatest. Zane's usual guy was sick so we had to buy from somewhere else. How's your day been, Mar-san?" Hoshi would ask, pouring Mar her drink. Adding the little garnish of cherry and the sprinkling of Aleppo pepper on the top, Hoshi slid the drink over to Mar.

[Kawahara Ruri]

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Boy was she in good spirits today! For the first time in literal years Kawahara had experienced some luck. She won a decent chunk of money at pachinko! The responsible thing would have been to save it and pay back her debts buuuuuuuut first she wanted to treat herself! Still, she knew her sister would have some choice words if she spent it all, so she put half away for later. Then it was off the The Stingray! She was hoping that the others she met at the vigilante party would be there and that they'd be able to recognize her without her costume! [break][break]

"Hoshi!" She'd make her way to the bar and take a seat "I told you i'd win one of these days, I'm paying off the tab and I'll get a Sparkle Star and Zane's choice!" She knew it wasn't exactly named after her but she liked the idea of Sparkle getting a sparkle star. She noticed the two people that had gathered here that she hadn't seen before. "Hello there!" she'd address both of them before turning back to Hoshi and leaning in slightly "I'm not just here for drinks I'm meeting some new friends, they go by Raiden and Spectre. If you see them, definitely send them over here, please, and thank you!" [break][break]

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[Hoshi Makise]

Ah. It's going to be one of those nights. Hoshi's smile didn't fall away but that's just the sort of professional she was. The most important duty of a bartender is to not be judgmental and never be rude to customers unless the warrant it. Another tenant was offer advise when it's warranted. Or unwarranted. That was customer dependent. Ruri was one of those that would get advise regardless if it was warranted or not. Everyone had their vices. Hoshi had her own. Like gatcha games and collecting exotic guns from Hojo. The second hobby was a little more destructive.

"Right. Remind me how much you owe? My brain ship is probably fried. I can ask Zane how much you owe or you can give me a good tip." Hoshi laughed a little before starting the drink order for Ruri. Sparkle Star. Her name sake Hoshi guess. Hoshi was familiar with enough vigilantes seeing as she was one.

"I reckon that's Raiden." Hoshi muttered, doing a curt nod towards the direction of Nobu. Very rarely do such well dressed gentlemen come to the bar that aren't yakuza. "At least that's a well educated guest." She winked before putting in the order for the food. Serving the drink with a small flourish before adding "Food will be out in a couple minutes. Give Zane some time to cook things up."

[Mar]

Slouching slightly in her seat, feeling tired after an already long day of running around, Mar stifled a yawn as she watched her drink get prepared. She wasn't talented in drink mixing herself, so watching Hoshi work was always nice to see. "Hope its not too bad." She commented about someone getting sick. "Tiring." She was all she really had to say about her day so far, as if she wasn't always tired as far as other people could tell. But she gave a smile anyways, taking her drink and giving a little cheers gesture at Hoshi before taking a sip. It wasn't a hardcore drink by any means but it had a kick to it all the same, and the peachy taste was refreshing enough to give her a little bit more energy. Not much, but at least she wasn't likely to fall asleep at the bar while waiting for her food now.

Another arrival from what Mar assumed was a regular got a glance and a little half-raise of one hand to return the greeting. She wasn't sure what she was talking about, but it wasn't her business anyways. She assumed it was scratch card lottos or something, or maybe some kind of hobby game. Probably the latter since she mentioned her friends by handles of some kind. She'd mentally congratulate her on getting a win, since it sounding like that was a rare thing, expressing it with a lazy thumbs up but otherwise content to stay out of the conversation and sip at her drink.

"No rush." Mar replied at Hoshi's comment about the food taking a bit for Zane to cook it up, and honestly she meant it. She needed the pick-me-up to recharge, but this also let her just rest for a bit so a few extra minutes wouldn't get any objections from her. Whatever conversations were going on around her, Mar didn't pay it too much mind - it wasn't her business and she didn't make a habit of eavesdropping. Well, when it wasn't her friends talking and she couldn't help but be curious. But she definitely didn't have any interest on eavesdropping on strangers who were just meeting up with friends of their own.

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[Nobu]

Raiden was not known as a kind vigilante when it came to how he treated villains. In fact, he was the definition of a vigilante in the eyes of the law. It was intentional, a twisted display of power and weakness in the system. It was not all for whatever flawed morals he had, as there was a corruption that needed to be cleansed from the heart of the Thunderclap. As Raiden heard his title, he would tense up and sigh.

Moving over to Ruri's table, he would look at her with intense frustration and a stern jaw. She wouldn't see his eyes behind those dark lenses, but they certainly yelled 'why the fuck would you do that'. "So...we're just throwing out names like that now? I told you...call me by my name, not my vigilante naaaame..." With a quiet hiss, he would smile at the server while enjoying his drink. "So sorry, the drink is great."

Sighing and letting his frustration go, he would look at Ruri and lean into his hand. With his other hand, he would circle the rim of his glass with his index, a tiny crackling stream of electricity running its course and evaporating the alcohol before it had a chance to catch ablaze. "You know, I'm not the most respected by heroes. We should be really careful being in our civvy clothes and identifying ourselves like such."

Taking another drink and feeling cold and hot mix from him heating the glass, he would set it down. "How are you doing, Ruri? Any fun adventures since we last saw each other?" Moving past him being name-dropped and forced into a position where if onlookers that were more unsavory for him noticed, he would lazily throw out some small talk. Spectre hadn't arrived and the plan was for all three to meet.

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[Kawahara Ruri]

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With the Stingray being as busy as always, Kawahara figured that her food would take a while, and it was well worth it since Zane was a great cook! "Hmm.." Kawahara had debts all over town, and it was hard to keep track of them. She would reach into her pocket, pulling out paper after paper until she found the one she was looking for. "Aha! let's see...4000 yen here, 10000 yen there..." She was focused until she finally got to the scribble that said 'Stingray' "45000 Yen!" and she would pull out a loose wad of banknotes and put them down for Hoshi to take. "Tell Zane I said hi and thanks for the-" Raiden or as he preferred to be called 'Nobu' made himself known shortly after. [break][break]

"Oops! I'm super sorry Nobu." She'd press her hands together and bow in an apology. "Oh, sure, lots! I managed to fall into a dumpster when I was out with a new friend AND the other day I saw a bird lady with wearing a skull fighting some guy with blue hair. No idea who they were but they were flying which makes me SUPER jealous." Truth be told, she hadn't used her quirk enough to really know whether she could learn to fly like those two could, but she certainly would try! "What about you?"[break][break]

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huh? i thought this was an aquarium?

i made a trip all the way out here and i there aren’t even any fish to pet. man, that’s kind of a bummer. i, uh, did go to a bar recently for the first time and it was okay but not really my vibe. then again, this one looks a lot more my speed. a lot of faces around here that i can’t really make out but they remind me of home in a way that i can’t really put my finger on.

then, the magic words. i’m not really one to pry into other people’s business by my recent associates informed me if i want to make friends then i have to stop thinkin people will attack me for talkin to em.

“omg what kind of dumpster?” i think that’s a good start. “i’ve been in so many they’re great aren’t they? maybe we hang in similar spots?”

okay here we go. friend time.

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