Pour Up (Doku/Sabriel)

Today was one of those days when you wanted to stay under your blanket. It was cold and rainy, the soothing sound of rain and the cold outside made that bed feel even softer. This weather also pushed people to go inside, it was around evening, the sun was setting, roughly six in the evening, and a few people had made their way into Yatagurasu, a local bar in Tokyo. It was small in a not-so-great part of town, a real hole in the wall. Mainly regulars and people who lived down the street came. It wasn't exactly booming, but it kept the owner afloat. Speaking of the owner, the purple-haired man was behind the counter, mixing some drinks and working the tap. In total, there were only a handful of customers at the bar. A few were in the corner booth smoking and sipping at their drinks. A few at the bar, and an elder couple sitting next to the window, nibbling on some bar food. A few shady individuals were present further back in the bar, maybe drug dealers? Maybe worse. Regardless, Doku had a policy of don't ask, don't tell. He didn't want that kind of thing to be waved around, but he would take all the business he could get.

The bar had a shady look and poor lighting, and a few lightbulbs were blown or flicking. On the front was a neon sign of a crow, alongside an open sign in the window. It would appear there were two employees, Doku, the purple-haired man as the bartender and server, and a cook in the back. Doku's fullbring helped with his job quite a bit. Instead of having to walk over to the tables, he could simply open a portal and put the drinks on the table that way. Plus it was a cool trick for the customers. Currently, things were quiet, Doku was focused on counting the stock of liquor behind the counter, he closed at midnight, but liked to get housekeeping done hours in advance. That being said, he kept his eye on the door for any new customers and the customers that were already there, making sure they didn't need anything else while he took inventory.

As the door opened, Doku would stare directly at the woman, her outfit being the first thing he noticed. He didn't like to stare but it wasn't just him, it seemed everyone was looking directly at her. The general stares of the patrons would die down rather quickly, as they went back to their business.

The bottles seemed rather varied, not just Japanese liquor but there were some more expensive imports. Seems the owner had a wide selection. Hearing her voice directly towards him, caused Doku to scoot closer, he truthfully hadn't stopped watching her, mainly just trying to figure her out. He recognized many of the regulars that came in here, so a new face, especially someone that stuck out as much as Sabriel stole his attention.

"Oh~ Look at you, good intuition, what gave it away? My good looks? My incredible charm?" He joked, before clearing off some of the leftover glasses on the bar, placing them in a bin behind the counter to be washed later. His hands would soon tap against the bar as he spoke to the new patron.

"Did the storm blow you in from Egypt? I mean you're pretty petite so I'm sure the wind could carry you." Glancing out the window he took note of the downpour happening, it seemed like there was no end to the storm. The small umbrella bin by the door was filled.

Do you need a jacket? I'd be freezing in that with this rain..." As he spoke he did some minor tasks behind the counter, like using a rag to clean up some spots on the bar and putting money away in the register. Though as he multitasked he kept up his conversations, not just with Sabriel but with the few others at the bar, who tipped him before leaving. As they left they thanked Doku by name, likely filling Sabriel in on his name.

This left just Sabariel at the bar. "Anyway, Welcome to Yatagurasu. You're probably parched from the desert heat. Do you want water? Or something with some kick? I don't have a menu, but if you're looking for a cocktail I can probably make it... as close as I can-" He stepped to the side. The man had a rather carefree look, seems he liked this most of the time. While the bar wasn't crowded or popular, it had its regulars that kept it around. A small community of sorts. Despite the dark lights and unpleasant people around, it seems the bartender was different, a more upbeat and extrovertive guy.

The bartender wasn't exactly sure what this woman was, he figured she was some kind of Spiritual Being, that being said, he never met an Arrancar before. "Oh, my~" He chuckled and would soon finish cleaning the glasses behind the counter, looking at her. "Well. I've been told I'm the only good person in this shithole..." He laughed a bit. It was a bit blunt, but it wasn't far from the truth, with all the drug dealers and other unsavory people that came around, Doku was pretty much the pure opposite of that. "I don't think I got your name. Or are they the mysterious type?"

Something with a kick? Well, he would scoop up his cocktail shaker. "Screwdriver it is." Something basic, but hey nothing wrong with that. Helen always told him, if you can't make basic drinks perfectly, don't bother with anything advanced.

As he went about mixing and shaking the drink he explained some things. "My regulars pretty much dictate what I have in stock. So it's kinda hard to have a menu-"

Now that the orange and vodka were properly mixed, Doku would place an empty glass in front of Sabriel. Follow it up by placing an orange slice on the edge of the glass with some tongs.

Now it was time for Doku to get a little show-offy with the help of his fullbring, soon a small portal would appear above the glass, a second behind the bar next to Doku. Tilting the class he would pour the beverage through the portal into the glass.

Once that was done with, the portals closed just as quickly as they opened, as he placed his shaker cup down. "Ta-da~ Lemme know what you think."

That much was true, Doku’s flare was a double-edged sword, on one hand people loved his energy, while just as many were overwhelmed by it. Sarcasm and jokes just weren’t for anyone, though he didn’t try to come across as an asshole or anything, glad Sabriel was able to understand that.

Her looking at him tripped him up, though he still focused on mixing her dink. “Doku. Fischer if we’re doing last names I guess” a little laugh escaped from him. “I can’t say I’ve met an Arrancar before, plenty of Hollow but not an Arrancar.” Seems the man didn’t really mind what she was. “But hey, I find the outfit appealing. Certainly looks nice”
After saying that, there would be a moment of silence.

One thing Sabriel would gleam from his spiritual pressure was its… uniqueness, due to his hybrid blood it felt like mostly Quincy, but more faint. “Pretty much yep. My powers are… well a complicated story. Though if you wanna know I guess I can share~” he teased.

“Oh. Uh- thanks” he hadn’t really got a compliment quite like that before, usually people took their drinks and spoke quietly, so getting some praise was different.