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'Aces in red, and
Hearts in black
With a tongue of sharpened steel
The chips fall where they may
Pouring down on the Suicide King
Tongue-lashings and tells
Fighting through the smoke
The bright green, like grass
Blinds glazed eyes
As the spaded three drops.'

-Asher Lynn

Good evening, and welcome to The Three Of Spades.

The bar room of this fine establishment seems to be large, but by no means vacuous. The first noticeable decor of this room may be the ceilings, which are higher than perhaps a normal bar's would be, are supported by thick, oak rafters. From wall to wall, the floor is a dark mahogany texture, the walls themselves a lighter hue, closer to beige. The bar itself is a deep brown, complimenting the wooden floors it rests upon. Breaking free from the confines of the room's wooden theme, the stools that line the bar shine with the unmistakeable gleam of metal, though are cushioned with a plush padding. Behind the bar is the ample and seemingly boundless amounts of alcohol, arranged in only a way the bartenders themselves can decipher.
Scattered around the room and lining the walls at times are wooden tables, small however in size, with two chairs at each, their cushions matching those of the bar stools, though these chairs conform with the rest of the room, unremarkably wooden. The lighting is neither dim nor bright, a comfortable balance, however, in between. A door off to the left of the bar, once opened, reveals a staircase of about a dozen or so steps, that end into a circular shaped room, a hallway leading out of the room, with doors lining all along the walls.
What seems to be the inn part of this setup, the room is decorated with a deep auburn carpet with the walls, however, the same hue as the room below it. The doors each have their own silver numbers on them, from the ones in the circular room, to the doors that line the hallway, all what must be, rooms of the inn.

Yukiko couldn't find the cranberry vodka. This was already a sign of bad things on the horizon. Of course the bar was new, and as such Yukiko hadn't quite had enough time to memorize the placement of each individual in the zoo of bottles. A soft clinking floated through the air, mild sloshing flowing just under it. She had already rimmed the cocktail glass in sugar, the tiny granules clinging to the edge of the crystal glass with the aid of a bit of cranberry juice. Another splash of the juice had gone into the glass, along with some lemon juice, now all she needed was the vodka.

"Ah... There you are." She said, her voice barely rising above the whisper of her belled sleeves against the numerous bottles blocking her prey. Pulling out the cranberry vodka Yukiko turned on barefeet, leaning her waist slightly against the bar as she shook and then strained the last ingredient into her cocktail. She tossed her head to the side, ebony strands intertwining with the sharp, electric blue. Orbs of that same vivid hue surveyed the glass as a pale, slender hand rose, lifting it in long fingers. Fingers which, incidentally were adept at coaxing music from any number of instruments.

The left corner of Yukiko's mouth rose ever so slightly.

"Kind of you, but our ways of organization have always been a bit different. I'll memorize all in time though, no worries."

The crooked smile remained in place on pale, rose lips.

"Sugared Rose." She said, naming the drink still balanced in fingertips that gave way to raven lacquered nails. "Would you like one? Or something different?"

Her voice never lifted above that soft whisper, but the sound managed to carry, floating through the air with the taste of frost.

The right corner of Yukiko's mouth rose to match the left, and a full fledged grin flashed across her lips.

"It never takes much for me to persuade you to release your inhibitions." She grinned, teasing her friend. She turned, moving down the bar to fetch the other ingredients of the Sugared Rose and another drink. Barefeet paused momentarily on wooden floorboards as Yukiko's hands rushed to untangle the bit of lace from her skirt that had snagged somehow. The skirt itself was a bit of a fuss. A mass of lace that hung to a few inches above her knees, legs being covered by black and white striped stockings. After freeing herself Yukiko sloshed together the neccessary ingredients after she sugared the rim of the glass, and slid it down the bar expertly.

"Heads up." She said, in her usual tone.

Yukiko laughed softly, sliding across the floor to end up across the bar from her friend.

"Yes, yes. But now, down to business. I think we agreed earlier that I'll be running the bar, so I think that leaves you caring for the Inn aspect. Do you think we should think about hiring some security?"

As the words issued from her lips Yukiko's hands worked quickly, pulling out a drawer beneath the bar, reaching inside for a thick leather bound book, cover matching her nails in their midnight shade.

Yukiko matched her friends grin with a softer version.

"Well you know I'd be happy to help break up any drunken fights..."

Silver flashed in the room as Yukiko slid a lethal looking blade out from her sleeve, the dagger looking perfectly at home twirled between pale fingers.

"If only you'd let me help."

She said with a wistful sigh, a bit of humour flickering across her expression. She slid the blade away effortlesly, and pulled out her book as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

Yukiko laughed, actually leaning over, eyes closed, wrapping her arms around her thin frame. Even as she laughed heartily, it was still quiet, soft. Yukiko didn't yell, nothing she ever said even rose to a typical speaking level.

Yukiko's eyes opened, bringing that vivid blue into sight. That was another oddity of Yukiko, no matter how she was feeling, none of that emotion seemed to be able to reach her eyes. They always stayed that same, cold blue. The giggles subsided, it just amused her so when Mizuki said such things so deadpan.

"You and I both, Mizuki, you and I both."

A large grin had spread across her mouth as her arms slid back across the bar, hand gripping her book tightly.