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[OPEN LOG] White Day

There is no place more appropriate to celebrate White Day than the Ice Bar. Bartenders serve the selection of ivory cocktails in sparkling crystal glasses on chunks of ice. Platters of delicate hors d'oeuvres decorate the tables, consisting of quail eggs, miniature goat cheese quiches, oysters in their half-shell, sushi rolls and other vanilla coloured tasters. Origami trees boast flowers of white chocolate truffles wrapped in paper that can be unravelled to reveal your fortune in romance.

Can you feel the love tonight?

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Atobe leaned back against the neatly arranged shelves of bottles behind the bar. His gaze missed nothing as it scanned his staff mixing and serving drinks. If the ordered beverage was simple and the patron not overly important, he did not trouble himself to interfere. For the occasional client worth his attention, he stepped forward and prepared the cocktail himself. That did not happen often.

Yukimura wasn't about to skip a party in the Ice Bar, not that an event with a lot of people would ever be called a party by the owner of the establishment. He walked into one of his favorite haunts, having left his hip flask in his ship as yet another gift to the bar owner. Atobe was so lucky to have a frenemy like him.

He weaved his way through the crowd and sat at the edge of the bar, leaning on it with a seasoned familiarity. Ignoring the bartender that attempted to get his order, the bounty hunter waved to Atobe with a large smile on his face.

He was the heir to the largest human-owned business cooperation in the galaxy and owner of the most exclusive bar on the EAA's flagship vessel, but that didn't stop the sludge of the space underworld flagging him down like an open cab. Atobe ignored him for three seconds. There was no point in longer; not only would Yukimura continue making his bar counter look like a teenage rock concert but at the end of the day, Atobe also did not trust anyone else to mix the bounty hunter's drink.

With unhurried gestures, Atobe straightened and walked over to his latest patron, leaning against the opposite side of the marble bar top. "Do try to look less like an idol-struck adolescent fan girl," he told Yuikimura. "Uchiwa fans would not add to my decor."

Yukimura's smile widened. Atobe was too easy to rile. It was almost boring, but the bounty hunter always enjoyed their banter and the entire thing was amusing.

"No hip flask, Kei-chan," Yukimura said smoothly. If it had been anyone else, the bounty hunter wouldn't have admitted to not having his flask on him. Their shared history, however, gave Atobe the tiniest sliver of trust. "What do you recommend?"

(ooc: so rude, calling him sludge of the space underworld)

No flask at all? It was almost flattering. Atobe raised his eyebrows in acknowledgement before making a sweeping gesture at the rows of pristine bottles on the shelves behind him.

"I would recommend the white lady," he told Yukimura. "Gin, cointreau, lemon and fresh egg white." He looked back at his companion, the slate grey gaze slightly mocking. "It has a pearlescent sheen that instantly reveals if it has been incorrectly mixed or adapted and ... the name suits you." The former part of that might even have been good advice for a man who needed to always know what touched his lips.

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[ooc: you're welcome :D]

What an interesting beverage. It would be useful in other situations, but Yukimura, however, wasn't in the mood for citrus or being compared to a feminine-named cocktail.

"Hmm, any other suggestions?" The bounty hunter asked. He rested an elbow on the counter and propped up his chin in his hand. "What are you drinking tonight, Keigo?"

Atobe smiled thinly. "Black roska," he told Yukimura. The opposite of everyone else. Because the owner of the Ice Bar was to be followed, not a follower. He lifted the crystal tumbler containing the drink into view from below the bar top, tilting the glass so the impenetrable blackness of the liquid could be appreciated in the glow of the overhead lighting. "Rather less revealing unless you know exactly what to taste for." He raised the glass to his lips.

Not bad, if Yukimura was to be honest, but he wasn't interested. "Are you afraid of being poisoned?" he asked teasingly. Like there was anyone here who would stupid enough to do that on this ship. "Anyway, how about a nine lives? Seems appropriate, no?"

Atobe lifted one eyebrow. "I do know exactly what to taste for," he told Yukimura. He offered him the glass. "Care to test your own skill? Liquor and brand."

To Yukimura's own drink selection, he gave an amused half-smile. "A yellow cocktail? You are intent on ruining my decor."

Yes, yes, of course he did. "Mmhmm," Yukimura said, successfully fighting the urge to roll his eyes. "Some other time. Maybe when it's less crowded."

The bounty hunter grinned. "Your decor was ruined without my drink selection, Keigo," he said. "Just look at all the people milling about who couldn't afford stepping inside before now."

Atobe shrugged, raising the glass to his lips as he scanned the crowd of less-than-desirables who thronged around his bar. Yukimura had a point. "It is still marginally better than Comm-- my bartender's open Fridays," he remarked. "And apparently, less frequented by criminals if you are even considering a drink."

He stepped away from the bar top and reached for a new glass, deftly mixing the rum and juices into the requested cocktail. He placed the finish product in front of Yukimura with a small, sarcastic nod, emphasised by the addition of fresh pineapple added in perfect balance to the rim. His lips curled as he remarked, "You might be able to select a liquor but you have not developed a sense of class for cocktails."

"I really should come on a Friday," Yukimura mused. Kikumaru might be a little eccentric, but at least he was entertaining. "Some criminals don't like to have a good time."

Regardless, that wasn't the bounty hunter's problem. He'd find them wherever they decided to spend their last free moments.

Yukimura pulled the cocktail closer to him and took a sip. "Delicious. Though, I didn't expect anything but perfection from you," he said then gave a pointed look to Atobe. "Don't judge my taste in cocktails. I wanted something sweet this round."

(ooc: next time, he wants a Black Maria)

"Last Friday of the month only," Atobe clarified. Kikumaru and Yukimura in his bar, largely unsupervised since Atobe tried to avoid having to watch the entire spectacle. What could go wrong? Everything. He should sack Kikumaru and train up Oshitari as a bartender. Medical bay could manage.

He offered Yukimura a thin smile. "We both judge, Yukimura. It's what we do best." He looked down at the glass of nine tales. "Pace yourself. My liquor is to be savoured, not for inebriation."

"Good to know," Yukimura said, making a mental note. Kikumaru had told him at one point or another he should come, so he might as well.

Atobe had a point. They would be fantastic judges on "Sector 7's Got Talent" or some other inane show that pits marginally talented individuals against one another for a shot at being in a tabloid once or twice. "That we do, but I'd argue I'm best at something else," Yukimura told him, plucking off the pineapple slice and taking a bite. "Oh Keigo, I'd never allow myself to get inebriated in front of you. Especially in front of all these people."

"If that exceptional skill set is dragging people from my bar with illegal weaponry for obscene sums of money, I am afraid I discount it," Atobe told him with a dismissive flick of his fingers. His eyes met Yukimura's with a mocking gleam. "Consider it part of the package for seeing 'nothing'."

The idea of a drunk bounty hunter did have an amusing side to it. However, Atobe suspected concerns of foul play would see him personally escorting the other man to a safe location. There were many ways things could go from there. About 75% of them resulted in him being stunned. Again.

He lifted a plate of delicately arranged chocolates that had yet to be offered around on top of the bar. "Eat," he told Yukimura. "Stomach lining."

"Nope, not that," Yukimura said smugly, ignoring the look in Atobe's eyes. Why did he always assume it had to do with money?

Chocolate? Really? "It doesn't go with my drink," the bounty hunter told him. "But thanks for being the mom friend and trying to look out for me."

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