[center][color=ed1c24][b][h2]Red Sea Makara[/h2][/b]
[h3]Wherever Zanza is...[/h3][/color][/center]

The Hole in the Wall... It was hardly the kind of place Makara liked to frequent, much less get involved with. But, it was his Captain's favorite place in the whole world when it came to cheap booze and passing through town. It was actually one of the few things he's actually bother changing if he had absolute control over Zanza's personality. Well, he might make his laugh better too, but that's just personal taste. After all, there was a reason he followed the man without question, and it wasn't because of his charisma. 

At the moment, while Zanza was having a fun little talk about, Makara was dealing with more important matters. A staring match with the Bouncer, Bruce. 
"So, fish face..." Bruce said, arms folded, a gesture mirrored by Makara. "Heard you were in the deep diving business. You fight any Sea Kings that deep?"
"Of course." Makara said, tapping his toes as he spoke. "Those suckers get bigger the deeper you get. Why you askin', some fear of the deep?" It was a gentle ribbing, but Bruce snorted at the jab. 
"Of course not!" He bellowed. "I'll have you know that I happen to have a scar from the biggest sea king you'll ever see." He pulled back his shirt, revealing a particularly impressive scar that traveled down his chest, and down into his pants. Making it look like he'd been almost bitten in half. 
"Impressive, but are you sure that wasn't a clownfish or something. Seems rather shallow." Makara laughed, and thus the real battle began, with both trying to outlaugh the other. 
MURAMURAMURA!
HOIHOIHOIHOI!
[b]MURAMURAMURA!
HOIHOIHOIHOI![/b]
[h2]MURAMURAMURA!
HOIHOIHOIHOI![/h2]

Only when a glass of water was splashed onto both of them did the whole thing end. With neither declared the victor. "My goodness, you two will go at it forever." Kamina growled out. Her eyes narrowed at Bruce, and then at Makara. "You, Fishman. Your boss better pay his tab before he leaves, or I'm gonna find a cousin of yours and cook em' up."
"Fine fine, I'll broach the subject with him, I swear." Makara grumbled, and rolled his eyes. Breaking away from Bruce, he moved over to the corner, placing himself right by Zanza's side and kicking his feet up. Just to add on an extra layer of 'don't screw with this corner of the room.'

"So, Captain." Makara said, after a minute of sitting silently. "We just gonna stay here all night, or are we gonna go out and try to get some night life?"