The Sand Dunes (Bar)

[Yui Ga Dokuson]

Tyr was looking for some fun, a nice chunk of time away from the rest of his family to get some good old R&R without having to worry about other things. After asking around a bit he heard of this 'gay bar' from a couple of the citizens of Sunagakure and figured why the hell not, what could be the harm in checking it out, right? Thus, with that on his mind he made his way down the endless streets cruising in his six foh, jocking the bitches and slapping the hoes. After a brief walk Tyr arrived at the bar in question and walked his way inside and worked himself towards the bar where he took a seat and ordered the bar's most served drink, whatever it may be. Placing an arm on the counter the young man swiveled around in his chair to gaze on the surroundings and check out the other patrons. "Herm.."

Lord Forrester

 

[The Wild Hunt]

s**t had been real lately. So real that 'I Can't Believe It's Not Butter' probably became actual butter, in the time he'd been away to experience "s**t being real". He had two sons now - one was kind of silly and one ******** morbid, and he was now a part of the Kazekage's personal guard. He was rising to prominence quickly, though perhaps not at the same pace that he was accustomed to. Quick was always how he lived. But so daringly? Putting himself between a rock and a hard place? Usually that was what Mayu did. Kyon always avoided danger - that was why he kept running away from all the nasty villages that went downhill, or uphill too freakishly, like with the Karnata Dynasty.

Usually what the young man did when he didn't know what to think . . . was he stopped thinking. He went around the town and partied it up - he would sneak into raves and sabotage baby showers, he'd take microphones from famous artists and squeel to the concert crowd. He did whatever was the most excessive and amazingly fun thing he could possibly do. That was Kyon's way - he had a passion for always being the most intricate person you could find. But - sometimes his interests were narrowed into more simple pleasures. It wasn't about making a show, but finding himself in the company of at least one attractive young man. The sort of beautiful banter that could spring forth. The comfort. The mutual smiles. He enjoyed spending time with people that were like him - and sometimes he enjoyed bedding them too. It always depended on what flavor they tasted better in, cream or black. Cream for the sweeter more innocent ones, the ones he just liked to smile with, and black for those who possessed in them a spark of sexuality.

As he entered the bar, wearing his white button-up and his red shorts that went slightly below his knees . . . his red slippers, his sunglasses, he looked around for the most conspicuous person. Seeing that there was a man who didn't seem to quite know what he was doing or looking for, Kyon put on a smile, removed his shades and sat next to him. He ordered the least common drink in the bar - the one that would simply never get you drunk. He didn't like to get drunk. Only slightly diluted. "Aloha," He whispered to the man next to him, holding out his hand to shake. "I'm Kyon. And you?"

 

[Yui Ga Dokuson]

Having seen nothing that he could claim that satisfied his interest Tyr turned around in his seat and took a swig of his drink before placing the now slightly sweating glass back on the counter, his arms now resting on opposite sides of his drink as he twiddled his thumbs together in thought. Hazel eyes stared forward at the racks behind the bar that showcased all the several types of drinks they had in the bar, and he was impressed by their selection to say the least, the vast expanse of liquids all the way from fine wines to the strongest of alcohol and everything in-between that one could possibly want. Parting his hands for a moment the young Weiss clansmen took his glass in hand and raised it to his lips once more, the cold liquid chilled by the ice in the glass washing down his throat with ease accompanied by a small burning sensation.

With a faint satisfied smile on his lips Tyr let out a small sigh of content before he was interrupted, a equally young man taking a seat next to him and extending his hand in the hopes of getting a handshake. Tyr looked the man over with a curious yet analytical gaze before he let out a small sharp exhale, his smile getting bigger on his face as he stretched out his hand towards Kyon's, taking it in hand and giving him a firm shake. "Tyr.. Tyr Weiss; nice to meet you, Kyon." Soft and soothing words escaped the Weiss male's lips as he whispered back to his new found companion. Chuckling aloud softly Tyr turned in his seat enough to face Kyon before giving a small shake of his head. "That gaze.. I can tell, I must look out of place, don't I?"

Lord Forrester

 

[The Wild Hunt]

He accepted the shake. Pleasant. The shinobi before him offered a warm and welcoming expression as he did so, taking the opportunity to grip at the firmness of his hand. It was as a brother would - he locked Tyr's hand in place and stared deeply into his eyes, as if trying to determine something. His honesty? His validity? His intentions? All of these things were possible - whether simply one or them all. "Tyr Weiss," he repeated. "Tyr sort of sounds like tear. Sad first name. But nice. Weiss rolls off the tongue rather well though. I am of the Sengoku family. Nothing impressive you can gather from that, though - we're a divided bunch. I'm not a part of the branch that rules the Earth Country." Nor would he want to be. Rulership seemed to destroy the greatest and kindest of hearts. Was that not the case with all the Shogun of now?

Anyway, that was irrelevant. This was a bar, and this was a man, and Kyon was still - perhaps unwanted - clutching his palm. He let go and looked down for a moment, then away - not really focusing his vision onto Tyr's as he replied to his second sentiment. "On the contrary," he began almost bashfully, "You're exactly what I want this place to be. You're . . . here out of curiosity, rather than a predetermined conclusion. It's not like that here, often. Others come for sex. Only sex. They won't leave until they get it." He supposed that he was only making assumptions, but from what he knew, he could imagine that he was correct.

Tyr spoke to him rather than made a physical move. He already beat around 80% of this bar in that regard. The other 20% were the romantics who had not yet realized that they were in the wrong place. Kyon was one of them. He just didn't know where to go otherwise - he had become accustomed to his lifestyle, and engaging in a quest to find love only sounded obstructive. It was a . . . difficult paradox. "Do you feel out of place?" He asked. "If you do, then I will be sure to remedy that. As long as you've got a man here that likes the way you smile, you're never out of place."