[i]Bar in Dojoville // 1435 hours // No Longer in his Pissy Mood The bell above the bar door chimed as a man walked in, his jet-black hair combed neatly back, to expose the entirety of his forehead and face. His bright blue eyes scanned the bar, the corners of his full lips pulling up in a slight smile. At his left side, a three foot long straight sword was sheathed, and for once the man did not bring his leather gloves, while instead in his right hand he gripped a black, rectangular violin case, his slender violinist fingers tapping wildly on his legs, dressed in slim blue jeans. His shirt was a simple, white button-up, rolled up to the sleeves, revealing his rather slender, agility and speed build. The man stood at five ten, and had a square jaw as well as high cheekbones, a slight stubble on his chin. He walked further into the bar, before placing his violin case down on the ground as he smiled at the bartender, a rather attractive redhead with an hourglass figure, green eyes, and a black and white tuxedo, polishing a glass. The bartender had a more angular face and thin lips covered with a thin layer of lip gloss, her green eyes meeting the man's blue. Furiously, the man thought of what to say, his mind whirring quickly.[/i] "Hello there," [i]He started, then cringed at himself—it was a horrible way to start. Silently cursing himself, he tried a slightly more direct approach to at least get a good conversation with the bartender; nothing lasting, he knew.[/i] "Two cans of beer, please." [i]He smiled meaningfully at the bartender, who merely smiled back. She turned, and pulled out two beer cans from the refrigerator. The man smiled, opening them both. He tapped one, gesturing to the bartender, who couldn't resist bursting into laughter.[/i] "Oh, are you [i]kidding[/i]?" [i]She forced between giggles. The man's smile was gone, already beginning to look for a recycling bin to toss the unopened beer can out.[/i] "Oh–sorry–but..." [i]The bartender had a slight English accent, her cheeks rosy and her eyes filled with delight and amusement. With a sigh, the man didn't let the bartender finish—he took his beer, grabbed his violin case, and walked out of the bar, walking down the sidewalk to sit at a bench, breathing in the fresh, outdoor air; his favorite scent, the great outdoors. Sipping his beer, he looked around for anybody to converse with, if anybody looked at him long enough to notice him.[/i] ((Open.))