"This is why I live alone me boyos." Satsu says as he saunters up to the bar. "Give me a beer, and a shot of whisky."

Kal shrugged as he put his sword away and pulled the second. "Hey, never had much choice. Prince of the realm, a lot of people always around you no matter how many times you tell them you're fine. Actually, come to think of it..." he frowned. "There's only five or six girls I can think of that haven't slapped me yet."

"Ahh that's cause your a jerk, and not in a good way." Satsu got his beer and shot. He dropped the shot in the beer and chugged the results. "Advice is free by the way. Tunes are a coin however."

"Actually, I'm usuaally slapped when they hear of past relationships, or when they think I don't talk enough." He twirled his sword lightning quick, then put it back into it's sheath.

He started checking his bow.

"Most of them don't stick around to slap me, I can tell you that."

"That's because slapping you would probably break some bones in your hand." He twirled his bow, and tried a pull on it. It came perfectly.

"I prefer a giant bow, myself."

"You should see this one magic one we keep in the vault. It's called Mi'kiuriin you can translate it two ways. Either Heartsong, or Heartreaper. It shoots arrow like they shot from a bolt thrower."

"Mine has no fancy names. But I can demolish a city wall in one hit."

OOC: So, is this RP going to go anywhere? (Like, is it going to leave the pub?)

IC: Kal stretched his legs. "Yes, but the vault one is the size of a normal bow, and doesn't require extra effort to fire."