It was a hot night in Suna, even if it was late. The sun still was shining, as would be expected of mid-summer - though the light of it was quickly fading away, and would most likely cause the area to be dark in a few minutes. However, this was not a story about the weather, as fascinating as that may have been, but this is the story of a man who may have ended up wasting all of his time in a bar for no apparent purpose.
Kokichi sat in the bar at Suna, enjoying the town so far, even if he had been there for only a short amount of time. The bar seemed to be open till midnight tonight, and by this time, everyone else but Kokichi, who sat in a small booth, had left. It was a mere ten minutes until closing, and Kokichi had hoped to come to the bar in order to make friends or find something fun, but so far he had accomplished neither. Thanks to his accursed alcohol tolerance, he was also nowhere near being drunk despite having been here for hours. Kokichi leaned back in his seat, wearing a pair of blue jeans and a simple t-shirt - after all, it was hot outside.
Sighing, he thought about what would happen if someone were to walk in that door right now. Perhaps he would finally be able to have a decent conversation, and have his last chance of saying he didn't waste this entire evening. Kokichi looked back towards the door of the establishment, staring at it for a little while, before looking away, back to his drink. Hah, he was a wishful thinker... still though, wishful thinking didn't make things happen. After all, nobody would go to a bar ten minutes before it closed...
Kokichi sat in the bar at Suna, enjoying the town so far, even if he had been there for only a short amount of time. The bar seemed to be open till midnight tonight, and by this time, everyone else but Kokichi, who sat in a small booth, had left. It was a mere ten minutes until closing, and Kokichi had hoped to come to the bar in order to make friends or find something fun, but so far he had accomplished neither. Thanks to his accursed alcohol tolerance, he was also nowhere near being drunk despite having been here for hours. Kokichi leaned back in his seat, wearing a pair of blue jeans and a simple t-shirt - after all, it was hot outside.
Sighing, he thought about what would happen if someone were to walk in that door right now. Perhaps he would finally be able to have a decent conversation, and have his last chance of saying he didn't waste this entire evening. Kokichi looked back towards the door of the establishment, staring at it for a little while, before looking away, back to his drink. Hah, he was a wishful thinker... still though, wishful thinking didn't make things happen. After all, nobody would go to a bar ten minutes before it closed...