[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/lIZtjvy.png[/img][h3][color=92278f][b]Bonesword[/b][/color][/h3]~ [u]Intermission[/u] ~[/center]
Bonesword, with his journal tucked away in his knapsack, sips away at his kamikaze (with extra salt and on the rocks) as he watches the renovation crew fix up the bar from the nonsensical fight that broke out there. Although it wasn't irregular, to say the least. He'd been in this bar enough times to see more fights than he wished, and he participated in a few of those too. To be honest, him fighting in those fights probably resulted in him having his own reserved seat in the bar. Either that or the simple idea that he comes here to get kamikazes all of the time. It was one or the other.

Curiously, the bartender proposed a question to the skeleton, refilling his glass as she asked. [b]"If you don't mind me asking, what's it like being a demon in a city against your life?"[/b] Calmly, Bonesword responded to the question, his eyes slowly climbing up to look at the bartender. [b][color=92278f]"It's rather annoying, since I fight for you guys and all and I'm still treated like dirt, but at least people like you don't seem to judge."[/color][/b] The bartender cleaned off a few glasses as she continued the conversation with Bonesword. [b]"As long as you pay, you're free to sit at this bar and drink away your cares."[/b] Hyperion needs more people like this bartender.