[Johnny K]

TIMESTAMP: mid/late summer ERA XI

There he was again, strolling mercilesly drunk through the streets of the most dangerous city in all of the empire. Trying to sing a happy tune, but messing up the melody and slurring the words. He had not drank a drop that day, but it was much easyer to get into fights if people thought you were drunk so he swayed his way to the bar wher he knew people would in for a little rough and tumble and burst through the doors.

When he reached the bar he lost his balance and fell forward, catching himself on the counter and hoisted himslef to his feet. Crosseyed he studied the bartender muttering to himself.

"Hey. HEY YOU?"

He yelled, louder than anyone could apreciate and he sounded so intoxicated thathe could almost smell the unexistant alcohol from his breath. He did smell nontheless, he had drenched himself in beer in the streets to make him look like a pitiful drunk. he wore his casual suit. Not his death black ninja suit, that would scare of too much potential "customers"

"Quick a bit you fat moron, or do you want a dig with this one?"

He belched waving his fist around, nobody would like a man doing such things. Not even malicians...