In an old city bar
That is never too far
From the places that gather
The dreams that have been

A figure in a worn, brown trenchcoat walks into a bar, called the Final Eysium, located in the lower part of the Downtown of Karakura City, where those who are there, come to enjoy themselves, the drinks and the bartender, Nia Hayashi. An attractive red head who was also well skilled in other areas of talents. However, the man entering was not the normal person like so many others. He was unique, but as far as he knew, this was just a simple bar, ran by a simple girl who had simple drinks to sell.

In the safety of night
With its old neon light
It beckons to strangers
And they always come in

When the figure walks in, he puts on an old pair of black framed glasses and looks around, as the neon light outside had beckoned him in. scanning the bar scene, Conor smiled and walked towards the bar, lookign for an open seat, and finding one sits down and thinks as he looks around, "Hello," he says with an accent of Scottish on his voice. "I am new to your estiblishment and to the city, and was wondering if you have anything good to drink?" he asked the bartender when she comes down to him.

*Lyrics from Old City Bar by Trans-Siberian Orchestra*

It was like any other night, the bar was packed like always. It was all thanks to the sexy woman performers that drawn so many people, the music was making the making the ground shake. Our little bartender was not that busy since everyone was on the dance floor working off the liquor a bit.. Nia had her own terrible troubles to work from. She just figured out her husband was dead which he left about sixteen years ago, oh hoping he was not going to die. Holding back the emotion and general wife would have and played her cold hearted card once more. there was a few guest sitting down but one caught ember eyes. The flaming orbs just locked onto the male while she shook the crap of the silver shaker. It was the man with a coat, mysterious like any man that walked. He spoke himself as a new lad around Karakura. It is truly something that Nia might be a good looker just she never found mister right. He asked about something to drink and she poured the pink colored liquid out in a shot glass, placed it in-front mysterious man. Nia didn't speak to him but nodded her head with a slightest smile. It was only if she spoke to him, this eye candy might get hit on more, then normally.

Keeping herself under wraps about everything that had recently happened was quite the simple thing. She managed to raise a child alone with Ikiro who was also married. Well Nia was now Widowed now. Her childish pig tails waved a bit as she turned her back to the men that sat the bar. Her ember eyes flickered as she gazed down at the wedding band a bit before going to the back room. Sure, Nia was the best bartender around and gave men the silent treatment but funny thing that. Drunk men will tell you everything about there lives. She learned too much information and most of them think they could come onto Nia. Nia basically let Ikiro pound their faces in.. Throwing herself onto the couch in the private room to relax a bit but a tear had escaped down her pale cheek. 'Why?... Why is it always me?' Nia didn't care about all this Shinigami shit, her husband was dead. Not here to touch her, embrace her, to show any emotions towards her, or anything. That was what pained her. Nia slipped the golden band off her ring finger and tossed it away from her as those tears didn't stop coming..

Conor accepted the glass from the lady and nodded his head, "Thank you ma'am," he says to her as he looks at the drink and raises it to her, "Now if I may, a little prayer," he says to Nia... as he begins,



Once he is finished, he downs the glass he has and smiles, "May I have another please ma'am," he asks Nia but than looks and sees that she has left, "I hope my prayer was not that bad," he comments a she looks around and waves down another barkeep and gets a refill.

Ikiro stared him the male blankly. He called him a female.... He just nodded if he was disappointed a bit.. Without a second Ikiro poured him more of the drink, and spoke rather roughly "Nia-chan is in the back room if you want to see her..." Then with that said and done walked away from the bar itself.. There in backroom, Nia herself was going through hell. Her lips pressed against her hand, just thinking about everything that was happening. Her mind was bottled enough. Tears still poured down her cheeks, and her baby soft skin..

Her husband's name...

Now those ember eyes began to release tears and she release a soft sob within dainty hands. It made her feel ill to her stomach, to know that her husband was dead. What was she going to tell the children?! That daddy was dead? That was so hard! Nia could not pull herself to do such a thing... Then she heard a smooth voice no less then five feet away from her. It was like whip cream, those teary eyes looked at up him.. She could barely see him but those she quickly pulled herself together. If it was Ikiro, she didn't want to look like shit. Nia's arms around her tiny waist, and pulled herself up quickly.//

Conor blinked at the man and looked, "Nia-chan?" he said with a confused look. "Oh the owner," he adds as he ponders and smiles, "May I have another drink please, and I am not sure if that is a good idea, as I have just met her. Going into her room might get me thrown through the door, however," he states as he moves his hand to his chin, "How about a two cups of coffee," he says to the tender. "And maybe I should, might me nice to meet more people outside of my job," he adds.

Accepting the two coffee, he nods his thanks and stands, "I might need a double of what I was originally drinking," he comments as he heads away from the bar and stops, returning and looking, "Um which way is the back room?" he asks.