Rekin entered, Several other random patrons sat around drinking and making absolute fools of themselves.
Rekin shook his head.
"In the dimmest of places the darkest of souls seek to alight themselves with the augmented mind of alcohol. Such a pity are they whom only find refuge in the bottom of a glass." He sat in a dimly lit corner and pulled free his note book from his robe. Perhaps a nice poem about this very thing would ease his nerves. He had put in a good full day of work. He deserved a little bit of reprieve.
☼Bleach: Back To The Beginning☼
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