Masked_Felix

The commotion of the pub could be heard from the street, which worked well for Orochimaru. In such a new and strange place as this he wasn't sure that he wanted to be noticed,not even if he was at full capacity. The Sannin silently opened the door, managing to avoid the clinging of the bell with practiced Ninja ease, and made his way to the bar.

"Give me a bottle. I don't care what as long as it's strong" he said, keeping his eyes on the people of the tavern rather than the man he was addressing.

"A bottle? You?", the bartender chuckled. "Son, you don't look a day over sixtee--" his words were cut off as snakes grappled onto a large bottle of particularly strong looking alcohol from behind the bartender before retracting back around the corner of the bar and into Orochimaru's wrist, nestling the bottle in his outstretched fingers. With his other hand, Orochimaru put two coins on the counter and turned his head to meet the Bartender's eyes with his own snakelike pupils.

"Next time, don't make me get it myself" he said in his serpentine, raspy voice. The man grunted, collected the coins, and went back to sweeping the floor. He had got his money, so there was no need to complain. Orochimaru took his bottle and made his way to a relatively secluded corner of the pub, hoping that he hadn't caught too much attention with that stunt. After taking a seat at an empty table he took a large swig of the beverage before once again looking and listening for useful information about this place that he'd found himself in. He needed to tread lightly here. There were odd creatures with powers that exceeded his own.

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