[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]The last few months have been perhaps the most trying in Sebastian's life. To be quite honest, he was a brat that was spoiled rotten as a child. Truly, it was no surprise that he turned out the way that he did given how everyone throughout his life had bent over backwards to keep him happy. You could imagine his shock when all of that shit came to an end—or at least, his parents got sick of his rotten attitude. For the first time in his life, Sebastian knew what it meant to struggle. He had to sleep in alleyways and park benches for months and eat soup kitchen food. Don't get him wrong: soup kitchen food was honestly not that bad. They made some serious gourmet shit in those kitchens. The only problem was that they weren't rolling out the yakiniku and sushi. They usually served the same rotating menu on repeat. Beggars can't be choosers though (Sebastian certainly lodged several complaints though ;D). Anyway, his months of work were finally rewarded when he managed to get both his GED and admission into U.A. Unfortunately, all of that wasn't enough to charm his way back into the good graces of his parents so that he could resume being a hikikomori. No big deal. It just meant he needed to keep the scam going a bit longer (that and continue exploring other potential scam options in case Plan A fell through). What better way to celebrate his success was there then to mooch off his two bestest friends in the whole wide world: Kioko and Renjirou! Now, he would've called them, but he didn't exactly have money for...anything. Seriously, he had no phone, nor could he even afford to use a payphone. ...Oh, and also he forgot what their phone numbers were. They were all saved on his old phone up until his parents took all his shit and kicked him to the curb. It's fine though. He knew at least one person who could get in touch with them. "Ayyo, Sandman, your favorite customer has arrived!" he announced, kicking the door open with his hands in his pockets. [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • shu •

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[shu]

 

From a booth near the back of the bar the clanking of glasses could be heard over the ambient ♪ ♬ music ♬ ♪. Cheerful murmurs followed suit as the trio celebrated the occasion. The man on the left slapping the one in the middle with drunken enthusiasm—a large grin spread across his face.

"Raise a glass to freedom," he said with a jubilant laugh. "Something you will never see again," the man added as he grabbed his friend's hand, allowing the wedding ring to shimmer in the amber light. 

And such seemed to be the mood of Noyote this evening. There were a handful of malcontents, drowning their woes in alcohol, but on the whole people seemed to be in very bright moods. Even the tanuki seemed to be caught up in the overall mirth of the night, offering customers a rare smile here and there and he mixed their drinks.

Which is probably why Sebastian was still alive after kicking in the door. The boisterous entrance causing taking everyone aback. Though they quickly resumed their merriment. 

"Oi!" Shu barked from behind the counter and turned to see who had the audacity to be so obnoxi—oh. Sebastian. The tanuki's mood seemed to deflate the moment he laid eyes on the silver haired leech. He waited a moment, looking out for his usual compatriots, but neither seemed to be in tow. With a roll of his eyes, Shu simply gestured for Sebastian to take a seat at his usual spot. "Shinjiro, man the deck for a bit," Shu said to the other man behind the bar.

He then proceeded to drop some ice in a whiskey glass and quickly mixed a rail drink before making his way over to the booth in the corner right by the picture wall. As he stepped up to the booth, Shu gave the kid a quick once over. It had been a minute since he last slinked into Noyote, and he looked like absolute dog shit at the time. Now, not so much.

"What have I told you about kicking my door," Shu queried with an annoyed glare as he set the glass down on the table and slid it towards Sebastian. Though it faded quickly enough. "Where are the other two? Or do I have the unique privilege of dealing with you on my own tonight?"

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[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]Incorrigble as ever, he simply stood proud and tall hearing Shu shout. It was doubly ineffective because Shu let him get away with it. If he was trying that classic parenting technique to starve bad behavior of attention to get Sebastian to stop, it wasn't going to work. "Tsskaaaahh!" he clicked his tongue. "I dunno...Something about how doors are meant to be kicked like buckets and baby seals. ...No wait buckets are meant to be clubbed not kicked. Duh," he rolled his eyes, sauntering on inside while doing the electric slide and snapping his fingers offbeat. Granted, Shu played ambient jazz music, so Sebastian wasn't snapping offbeat so much as he was creating new opportunities. "OHOHOHOHOHOH! You know me so well!" he laughed before quickly swiping what was—in his mind—a free drink and downing it in an instant. "AHHHHHHHHH!" he exhaled, delighted. "Yeah, beats me. I was hoping you'd call them for me. I'd do it myself, but I don't have a phone, and I didn't have the money for a payphone—y'know how it is. Oooh, and keep the drinks and food coming until they get here. I. AM. S-T-A-R-V-I-ng!" Normally, it wasn't a good idea to tell the person you're buying shit from that you have no money, but Sebastian had something even better than money: Kioko. Sure, it was bad manners to rack up a fat tab and make someone else foot the bill, BUT! This was just business as usual. It's not like Kioko would mind anyway. That bitch was loaded. "And I want some top-shelf stuff, yeah? Spare no expenses because we've got a great reason to celebrate tonight!" [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • shu •

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