Misfortune Strikes
The archer had been in hiding for quite a while after a few of his last mercenary requests from various people ranging from suits to petty thugs wanting something, most of the tasks were not of difficulty and he knew that from the start but it was quick cash to stash aside to use for places to stay or for the occasional food he would purchase. Hanzo had found himself wearing one of his more casual attires as he roamed the a city in California, it was not often that he traveled around the United States but he had needed to get far away from his home and blend in with those who would not be familiar with his face.
From baggy pants, a zipped up hoodie and his hair pulled back in a loose bun was his comfort clothing for the day as he traveled the streets looking for where he would prefer eating. A hibachi restaurant had caught his eye as he quirked a brow at it, usually he would not prefer such location but it seemed to have a bar inside as well so he took his chances to go in.
He would take his seat after waiting for a short time, being closer to the bar to drink seemed to be the location he would be place being that he was only one person and that he requested a drink.
The bartender had questioned what drink he would want and a single word would be spoken in return. “Sake.” Hanzo spoke in a matter of fact tone of voice, he did not care to expression much care or emotion, at least, not until he had a few drinks in his system to relax from the stress he had been bottling up for months without a single day to himself to fully wind down. Soon he had ordered some sushi to start off, relaxing slowly as music gently played across the speakers in the room.
It seemed rather empty for the evening.
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