Sweet taste of your lips (crazyxanime)

[Kaido]

On a rainy yong night. You can go to your local bar and have a few drinks. That's were Jiro was. He was a young man, but it was hard to tell by his looks. From a far, he look like he was 17. In reality, he was actully 21. His hair was neck leagh and purple. His bangs were covering the right side of his face. Wearing a unbutton green Tshirt. With a long sleeve white shirt under it. The jeans were bleached and ripped. Finally, his sneakers were wore out white.

Jiro was in a bar called Nightingale. Inside there were botths, stools and liquor pack again the wall. It look like a blast from the past. Most likly from the 50's or 60's. He was stitting on one of the stools. With a beer mug in his shaking hand. He was dripping wet from the rain. His face was a little flushed. This was his 4th drink of the night.

He's been having a hard week. He just lost his job, his arpartment, and most of his stuff. All he had was a backpack. With what he had left, and his wallet. With money and I.D. He let out a sigh and took a big gulp out of his mug.

[Cyber_Slave]

Rogi was a young naïve individual, he very turn 18 and he was out drinking, using his fake license to get into the bars. Before he knew it this would have been his sixth bar he hit tonight. He was wearing a black dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and he also had plain blue jeans that sort of matched his pitched dark blue hair. His hair was covering the left side of his face, and his eyes were a dark shade of brown. He was tall with a slim body shape. His checks were blushed pink due to all of the alcohol he has already consumed.

Slowly pushing the doors to Nightingale open, he leisurely walked in. Out of all days in a year he seemed to be depressed, well more depressed than normal. Gradually making his way to the bar stools he bumps into a few people that were playing pool, with the flick of his risk he picked pocketed their wallets. In the corner of his eyes he spot Jiro and took a seat next to him. After a minute of examining Jiro he asked the bartender, “HEY!!! Give me two shot of vodka and whatever my friend wants,” pointing his thumb towards Jiro as he patted him on his back. Giving a fake smile he asked Jiro, “So what are you doing in a place like this? Cursing for hoes?” giving him a wink. Before Jiro could respond the bartender asked him, “What do you want to drink?”