Sal's Seafood &Takeout

[XenoGryph]

Disturbed by the walking fillet and his demands Naku figures this situation could go either terribly good or horribly, disfiguring wrong. Not being one to take charge of a situation nor start one Nakuyama had slid back to the wall, pushing himself across the floor and hiding amongst a few other patrons who obviously were interrupted as well.

Something about him was off, could be that his vest was tattered,or that he being a liquid dwelling creature of some sorts was indeed wearing shorts. Now a days anybody could pick up a pair and consider themselves part of the town.

[Ajil6]

The merjerk wandered his way loudly over towards a table, sitting in it as noisily as possible and stretching his arms back. "For every minute you waste, you will bring me one additional beer at a lower and more thoughtful apologetic price!" The merman was certainly making his presence known. He even grabbed a second chair and pushed it so that he could have extra support for his fairly large backside.

He threw his large, webbed feet up on the table and waited for what was surely a frosty series of beers, and sure enough a terrified and soon to be slapped on the butt waitress brought a tray of them, turned away and received a hearty slap to her backside.

"So, who's gonna fess up?"

[XenoGryph]

Woah so I guess this guy means business. That's evil, that's impossible, a man-fish cannot possibly drink all those beers. Nakuyama thought to himself keeping completly still.

Suddenly he got an idea. With the latest in slight of hand techniques Naku placed a small mackerel under a seat a few chairs down. *SNAP* the mackerel explodes causing the person who at one time was sitting in the seat stands from the noise. Naku flips out a few more from his pockets. *SNAP**SNAP**SNAP* three more people stand up.

Nakuyama leaning back in his chair so as only two legs are touching the floor. His arms thrown back behind his head and whistling a light tune as he lay against the wall.

[Ajil6]

Drinks one....

Two....

Three beers.

He is completely oblivious to the explosion, the beer is the only thing that makes any sense right now. In a world where some good, fun loving, duty-bound people would just <i>let their own port explode and stay that way</i> when some duty-bound, well ordered people need to dock at said port....

...It was a damn shame. A truly damnable shame. That one goes onto the list. For shame.

Finally, after the fifth and most pacifying of the beers, he raises his voice and asks again. "So who blew it up? Why you all so quiet? You afraid a biiiiiiiig baaaaaaaaaaaad pirate is gonna blow up your bar? You damn kids."

[XenoGryph]

*Thinking*Okay so obviously this guy was not seeing clearly or mabe he is pissy because he lost a contact lense or something but this was getting ridiculous and he's drinking all the beer!

Nakuyama quickly jumps to his feat.

For crying out loud can't you see that nobody knows who owns the bloody docks. But I gotta hand it to you, for someone who commands alot answers you sure to be far and few yourself!

Realizing he now had singled himself out in a crowd, he suddenly found himself in another uncomfortable situation. Nakuyama's face turned pale, pupils shrink and everybody is starring at him. Everything in his body tells him to split but he remains frozen in his steps.

[Kaya]

Seeming to have gotten separated from Nakuyama and lost Jasmine is about to cry out when she sees all the commotion. She rushes to Nakuyama's side and grabs his hand while trying to keep very close to him. She realizes they are surrounded by some of the not so nice people that pass through. She wonders if one of them is responsibl to the destruction of her crew.

[Santo]

Pillaging out on the sea, the crew of Los Banditos was ready for a retreat back to the land for some well-earned time off. Santo granted this time if only they went together to eat at Sal's. He always wanted to stop by there and try some some of their wares.

As they landed, the ventured straight for the restaurant to order some goods. A burst of wind blew open the door and nearly took everything inside out. Santo wasn't afraid to make an entrance, and this was one of his best ways to do so. He walked in with his rowdy bunch in tow. Seeing everything was nearly in order, he plops down at one of the nearest tables.

He wore a red afghan robe with a tightly wrapped sash around his stomach. Two scimitars were held comfortably strapped behind him. His skin was a comfortable tan from the constant sun in the sky. Santo was generally vigour and upbeat, and he laughed out loud with his crew. "Your Special!" he yelled out as he decided to observe the room. It seemed something was awkward in the room.

"What's going on here?" he said standing.

[XenoGryph]

Unen seeing his chance to make an exit takes the advantage. Nakuyama seakily zip's up behind the unsuspecting newcomer.

Hey friend thank you for your generosity but I don't think blowing up a dock is the right thing to do! Naku said loudly. Hahahaha!

Zipping back to Jasmine Naku grabs her by the arm and leaves tracks in a plume of dust as he races to flee the troublesome place.

Nakuyama dashes toward The Street with Jasmine flying in the wind behind him.