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Well, here's a nice room. It's an off shoot to the dining room (usually.) It looks like a bar and a well stocked one. There's also a sign by the doorway. (Alcohol for those over twenty only. There is a wide selection for those under as well.)

And there is someone tending the bar right now. A Shinichi whose older than most of the others. He's currently cleaning the bottles, making sure nothing is dusty.

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Kid smiled a little and propped his chin on his hand as he leaned on the bar top. He liked this bartender, although he couldn't say if it was the man's soothing aura or his conceived naivite. "People don't usually spill secrets to strangers, batendaa-san."

"No, but a bartender is different from a stranger," Shinichi said. "They are someone you trust, despite not knowing them. Someone who won't judge because in the end, everyone is equal at this counter. They give the customer what they need and they must always make sure to never disappoint."

Kid's eyebrows raised to the points. This mister bartender took his job very seriously, or so it sounded. Despite his intentions, he was drawn to ask curiously, "Even non-humans?"

"If a non-human can sit at the counter and is capable of ordering a drink, then they're just like everyone else," Shinichi said.

"You don't care for much outside of this bar," Kid observed thoughtfully. He idly tapped the bar counter in front of him.

Shinichi paused and chuckled. "I care a lot for what's outside of the bar, but trying to make a dent in it is difficult. So I like to focus here. I can't make a dent out there, but here," he said, resting his hands on the counter, "I can at least do a little something for everyone who comes in."

Kid suppose he could appreciate dedication like that. "You're a funny guy," he mused finally, not quite sure what to make of this bartender Kudo-kun, or -san, since this one seemed older. "What made you become a bartender?"

Shinichi paused. "...I enjoy the work. My mom owned a bar with Vineyard-san for years and there was something about it that I always enjoyed."

"So you just took over family business?" Kid tapped on the table, idly wondering if that was the case for himself too. Except his was... well... things were different now too, weren't they?

"You still haven't made me that drink, baatenda-san."

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