the dirty rodent

[Snuggle]

probably the closest the Kenshin come to any civilized gather place outside the hotel, this is the local watering hole, alcohol of many kinds can be found here the owner a fairly strong Kenshin himself but not only is he strong he has family that are the same, the place is owned by the Rumetti Family all are were-rats and have a very very annoying ability that is hat stops most from trying to kill them, but like the owner of the motel they are more in it for the money then for souls.

the bar is simple and wooden more like an old time western saloon, but that is more because it is one of the only places that as actually BUILT new in the valley.

the bar is often tended by one of the Rumetti brothers as the sisters are rarely ever allowed to be seen, but most hear the sisters are much much more violent and powerful then the males.

brawls are the norm here but for the most part never lead to a kill in side the bar anyway as the Rumetti family try to keep that kind of stuff out, lets others enjoy there drink and spend what money they acquire

[Ricter]

Xavier was not much of a big drinker, mostly he was the kind of person or monster in most cases, to just go where he felt really. Walking up to the small bar, he looked over the place with a basic gaze as another more defored Kenshin was thrown out, that was pretty normal when they caused a mess around the place. He stayed to himself mostly, but even walking in he had a small cold chill surrounding him while his tails swayed behind him.

He spotted a seat for the most part and sat down, making himself relaxed and more content. Taking out what looked like a Kenshin egg from under his robes, he eats both really, well when they are avaliable and this being not so filling he decided to eat it for now. It had a semi-bad taste, but it was filling to an extent with madness, a normal soul was a lot better but that was rare to say the least to find unless he went to the city to cause trouble" eExcuse me, waiter...can I have some water?" He asked solemnly.

[Ricter]

Getting his pretty 'ok' drink he looked to the rat man only to thank him with a solemn nod of his head before he looked back to his now chilled glass, his mind wondering off from the pools of half dirty water and frost covering the cup as he drank it. He was in a sence, bored, of course he could fight with other monsters which his mind always found that intesting but for now he was on another track.

Finishing he got up form his table, mistakenly chilling it as well from prolonged exposure as he was leaving the building. It was nearly imposible to tell what he was wanting to do or thinking but he needed something and this rat hole was not the place, a type of complement fo a pub run by rats as he finally left.

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