The Drunk....The Wise.. and some other guy

[Kakashi]

"Hit Me"

"I think you've had enough"

" I'LL TELL YOU WHEN I HAD....*HICCUP* ENOUGH....... NOW HIT ME! *HICCUP*"............................AWW MAN.....THAT'S *HICCUP* SOME GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD SHIT.......*HICCUP*

The drunken aroma, heavily seeped through the closes of the elder man, whom looks like this days wasn't going quite for him at this time, the time was late, and the man has been hear since the pub was open coming in and out every so often, just get some fresh air, and well throw up all what he drunk up, since the pub as a few feet from the actually lake, he visited there very often, just to release his hollow wine, from his bowls, thankfully the docks wasn't located near the pub, but rather near the southern part of the city.

The man looked as though he was soon going to past out, or just die from drinking so much, every glass of it, his speech often got thicker, mumbling rather then speaking in complete sentences, after a while the bartender didn't really understand, he just kept refilling his glass with 80 year old wine, the man's clothing was typical of an elder man, he had somewhat spiky hair with a huge bold spot in the middle, he looked about 5'5 180, he was quite pudgy to say the least, his nails a large amounts of dirt inside them, while his teeth was even worse, brown like the stools that he sat on, some even falling out, and his breath, well you already have an idea how that is,this man was truly the definition of an old drunken wino, just waiting for his time to be taken from this world

The bartender himself seemed to be in his mid 20's, a good looking kid, that's looks as though he inherited this pub from someone, since he would often mess up up the drink orders and break a lot of the glasses, he himself stood about 6 feet, with long hair and a pony tail coming down to his lower back, his stature was formal enough.

Shang himself sat in the left part of the pub alone, continuously ordering his same old dish every time he comes here, his 16 0z grilled salmon, some white rice and just a few glasses of water since he wasn't quite the drinking type, he looked to be. Very comfortable in his own setting just scanning everyone, nothing to exciting happens at this pub just you average fight here and there over a drink or two, or someones girlfriend. this was Xu Shang's home and he loved every minute of it, especially when there's battle evolved. After eating about half of his salmon, Shang leaned back in his chair, to over hear some men talking about society itslef.

"man this Cao Pi guy.......he's just unstoppable...IT'S FREAKING RIDICULOUS...."

"Well that's the son of Cao Cao for you, he still has his fathers ambition"

"yea you got that right..but man i heard there's been a lot of Rebels uprising all of a sudden"

"Yea but what the hell is that gonna do, Cao Pi is just gonna swat them away like flies like he always does."

"Yea but i dunno this time, it's only been like 2 groups in two different cities ,so we'll see what happens"

"They'll never have that happen in this city, people are just living there normals lives, they don't wanna die for something that's not worth fighting for..besides there's no-one really that brave or just has that type of personality to raise an army hear.......well at least i don't know him."

Shang always heard this little tale of the Great Cao Pi, though he has the world in his hands right now, hopefully it won't crumble in pieces as he squeezes it in his palm to hard. Shang then leaned back forward to finish his meal. as he was about to take another bit, the doors flew open like some powerful blast came through the pub, The drunken man didn't even know the door was open he past out about 4 minutes ago and no-one would dare lift his body, he looked to disgusting to even look at.

The man that came into the pub, didn't even look like a Warrior not even a little bandit, of some sort, he looked more like a Taoist. Raising his right eyebrow, Shang was confused to why a man looking liked his meditate about ten times a day coming in a scenery like this one, scanning around, the man looked towards the drunken man, and sprinted right towards him, as he reached him e smacked him right in the back of his head, waking him up from his state of mind, the Drunken man's vision seemed to be very bury as, when he looked to who smacked him, his eyes where squinted a bit as he looked in the other man's direction.

"FANG!!! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE!!"

"MAAAAAAN...SHUD..*hICCUP* DDAAAP..I...KNOWWHATIMDOING"

" I DONT WANNA HEAR THIS..NOW COME WITH ME!!"

The man then grabbed Fang from his seat, slammed him on the floor ans started to drag him by the collar of his shirt, a lot of people was surprised to see this mans strength, know one knew he had such power for such a little guy, the man who looked like a priest stood tall but very lanky, it looked as though he didn't have a brute mentality, but who ever this man is, the priest meant business

Everyone looked on as the the drunken man, name Fang was being dragged across the floors, by the tall priest, everyone just sat and laughed at this sight. Fang felt son uncomfortable and embarrassed, he then tired to just stop his progress from passing through those very doors, but his effort was very futile, he whole coordination wasn't quite working for him, his movements where slow, and he sure couldn't fight anyone off, he even tried to grab someones shoe, in an attempt to save himself.

The priest then quickly turned to see that his progress was stopped, and then decided, to teach him a lesson, by kicking him vigorously in the ribs, causing Fan just, just to plead for mercy, by begging the man to stop kick him, just after about 20 seconds the priest stooped, smirked at Fang a bit, then turned and head towards the door, just to see another surprising sequence, a some guy name, well we really don't know his name we just identity him as some guy that always come through selling stuff, that people have a keen want in, once he step into the pub, all the attention was already on the two men, but the priest suddenly stooped as the men stepped in.

"OOOO SHIT...MAN THAT'S WHY I LOVE COMING HERE.....HEY PEOPLE GOT THAT NEW HIGHLY RE-DEFINE ART OF WAR, ROM THE TACTICIANS FROM THE NORTH THEMSELVES.....I EVEN GOT THE FAMOUS CLOTHING FROM YUAN SHU HIMSELF...COME'ON NOW..I NOW YALL WANT THIS"

the seats then emptied, quickly from this mans merchandise, the citizens that are provoked by this man has to has some common sense that all of the stuff he sells are fake. Everyone barged right into the priest and Fang, tumbling them over each other showing absolutely no respect towards them, laughter and cheers was heard throughout the pub, from the man's arrival, all Shang did was just sit back and watch the show, what would the other two men do.

[Kakashi]

Laying flat down in a dust old oak wooden floor, was the least of his likings especially while getting trampled over by heavy weight, old drunken men, that moves very quickly for size, and has dirt at the bottom of their shoes, The priest, kept getting kicked in all different directions, rolling from table to table, knocking of chairs, disrupting some peaceful manner for the rest of the customers, that are station around the bar, putting his arms around his body not wanting to get kicked in the face or anything, just trying to not get any marks on his face,, the priest was yelling for the men to stop but it was futile, there own reckless abandon caused physical damaged towards a man of God.

Fang himself, did at least something smart, once he noticed that others came crashing into the both of them, he quickly twisted a few fingers from the priest, causing him to quickly, let go and then getting the worst. Fang quickly crawled over to a little corner of the room, while he seen all of this go on, still being drunk, he quickly got exhausted, from at that movement, and then just laid on the hard floor, just getting walked over by people just trying to past by.

Something so disastrous like this always happens, though Havoc it may seem, it was still a controlled situation, but this always happens when that guy always comes to sell, his cheap goods. After majority of the men got up to see what the special sales was, the priest then noticed that the trampling ceased, and he stooped rolling around on the ground, after covering his face for so long he, was a little timid from opening it back up again or he will receive another boot to the head.

Slowly releasing his hands from his face, the priest looked around a little to see all of them was just in one little huddle over towards the door, he then looked at his clothes to find out they where completely filthy, with dirt and mud all around him, ."WELL AINT THIS A....".. the priest then rolled over to his feet, to try and brush off some of the dirt he had received from the trampling, most of it wouldn't come off, and the bad thing about it was, his whole attire was white, so it showed even more, he face became, hot steamy red, and looked to do something about it, but he then quickly just closed his eyes and started muttering something to himself, in some sort of a praying fashion.

All the action was over towards the front door, and the grown men, looked like little kids at a candy shop, one man held what seemed to be a spear, very tightly as if he didn't want to let it go, but while there was a lot of commotion amongst the customers, the guy that sales the stuff, looked at the spear, then looked at the man both with a concern look on his face, so then he walked up to him..

"HEEEEYY!!!...THAT SPEAR YOU HAVE THERE MY GOOD MAN, WAS USED BACK IN THE BATTLE OF WE ZHANG PLAINS..PLEASE............YAYYY DON'T ASK ME HOW I GOT IT"

"YEA RIGHT!"

"WHAAAAAAAAAA YOU DON'T BELIEVE ME..WELL GIVE ME Y SHIT BACK THEN.."

"NO!"

Then as the fellow quickly, brought the spear closer, the other grabbed it with both mitts, and tried to nab it back, something like this happens once every few months, something that someones, wants but doesn't want to pay for it, tends to cause a lot of trouble amongst the two men, then an arguments broke out between the two, one saying this if fake equipment, the other saying that it's the real thing, truly a for of uncivilized urban democracy, between the two men.

The man holding the spear then spit in the others face, which startled him a bit, and as he was about to let go the spear and through a punch, which looked like to soon be a fight, was quickly broken up to two rather large men, that seen what was about to happen and both where in the area, since they where looking at some of the books the guy had to offer.

The little melee was then broken up, and both men where about 9 feet apart from the little scuffle, the dealer quickly shrugged off the large man, turned around and looked at him up and down, turned back around and took all his goods out of the others hands. not even 20 minutes inside the pub and he was already fed up with everyone, he trough everything he had back in his cart, and scanned everyone with a disgusted look on his face, before, picking it up and rolling it around the pub, instead of it being station in one area. He was very upset, but tried to calm himself down by being polite, to others trying to convince to hustle others out of there money as he would like to say. still the priest and the other drunk still haven't' played there part yet, the drunk still laying on the floor while the priest was still bitching and moaning about his clothes being dirty, truly another riveting sight to see.

[Kakashi]

The whole tavern's aura has already meet it's tool, mixed emotions plagued everyone, especially the three men who has already had something horrible happen to them, in just mere minutes of them being here, sure was a funny sight to see all of them have strange mishaps towards them. it was very much out of the ordinary, on such an ordinary day.

The Drunken man Fang, whom looked as though he had a bad day, got drunk, beat up by a priest, and trampled by a group of men, The priest, also being trampled, got his white clothing completely dirty, and now he's constantly bitching about of in his little corner, and last but not least, The little merchant/ Hustler got into a fight with a customer, whom he had never met, and now he's bitching about it and has a sour attitude towards everyone in his area, but is trying to keep his cool.

Still, everyone else in the Tavern was just relaxing, by having conversations with each other, and having a drink. All Shang could just do is Shake his head, by the sight of these three men that totally embarrassed themselves, among the customers here. Shang had finally just a Quarter of a pound of his fish left, while his class of water was almost empty, just a few more sips would end it, he again just leaned back in his char to see what else what happen.

The priest was over at the bartender trying to get come wet tissues so he can try and remove some of the dirt that was on his clothes. It really wasn't coming off from continuous scrubbing, what is was doing was just mushing the stains in, and just spreading it around his clothes even more. With a frustrated look on his face, he threw the tissues down on the ground, and banged his hand on one of the stools, the funny thing about it was he got hurt in the progress, and rubbed his hand, gently like a little girl. The bartender looked at him, smirked and called him a fag under his breath while serving other customers.

Looking around with even a meaner look on his face the priest then began walking around, to try and find the man name Fang, whom he came here for. He had no luck in finding him, but he heard a females voice, over to his left, whom seem to be talking to a man that was bother here.

"WOULD YOU GET THE HELL OF ME YOU DRUNK BASTARD"

"COME'ON BABY YOU KNO U WANT IT....*HICCUP*

"EWWWWW,, GET OFF ME!!!"

The priest, didn't say anything, but he just quickly turned and sprint forward towards the female, and what do you know Fang was the one who was bothering her, Both fang and the female was sitting on a chair, and the female was to Fang"s Left shoulder. Coming up from behind, the priest grabbed both Fang's shoulders, and pulled him down, causing the chair o flip up, and the back of Fang's head smashing on the ground, now another show was commencing, between these two again, but this time Fang was able to recoil himself, when the priest, bent over slightly to grab Fang's breast plate, Fang quickly rolled to his right, into the corner of the tavern, where there weren't any seats let alone any people there, since we was practically a very robust and round fellow, he rolled very well. Fang rolled right into the wall, causing his progress to stop, he then got up from the ground slowly, to his feet, while the priest came rushing at him, Fang held his hands out, palms, facing towards the priest that came at him.


" WAIT.......WAIT!!!... alright I'll come back home Shang."

" that's not the point Fang, mother has been worried sick about you, and father just gave up on you, your just a complete failure to our family... as your brother, i care about your safety and by you drinking your life away, by coming here everyday, i cannot let that happen to you.

"Who cares my life is over anyone, i have no place to go, i just lost my job for being late so many times and now i don't have much money left, what good is it to be in this world anymore, there is nor purpose for me being here anymore, to tell you the truth, this is some bullshit"

" I Don't want to here you sob ass story again Fang, I'm tired of this shit with you anyway, everyday you like this and it needs to stop now, It seems like the only to get some sense into you, is if i fight you, but i don't wanna do this anymore, if you wanna drink your life away then be my guess, just know that at least mom and I still care about you, i still have to go back to the temple and change my clothes and pray, a friend of mine who's also a Taoist is probably worried about me, coming here and probably sent someone to get me so let me hurry back.

Shang, the Taoist then turned his shoulder and walked towards the door, to leave the tavern, in his rear was his brother Fang, looking while his brother leaves him, Fang had a sad look on his face, and then decided to run after his brother, to try and have a long progressive talk with him.

Meanwhile the Merchant/Hustler looked on towards the two, men and felt a little sympathy towards both men,

"Man.....i wish i can have that kind of relationship with my brother..........wait, i wish i v=even had a brother to have that type of relationship with...man it suck having six sisters to your grew up with"

While he was talking another customers was looking at his good, and looking at him talking, and rudely interrupted him while he was in his little moment.

"yea yea who give a shit anyway how much is for these pearls , maybe I'll give it to my girlfriend for our 6 moth anniversary I know she's been worried about me since i left our home in Jian Ye"

"I Thought i was your girlfriend"

"SHUDAAP!!!!.....NOW HURRY THE HELL UP AND FINISH YOU SOUP SO WE CAN LEAVE....I DON'T HAVE ALL DAY WITH YOUR ASS WOMEN"


the merchant respectful responded, towards the rude man by saying "35 yen", The merchant hadn't ye been fully around the tavern but soon will, what well his role be.