It was a surprisingly warm evening in Konohaguke and amongst the businesses and stalls stood a simple two story building. Outside the door a sign with a monkey sitting on a bar drinking sake out of a cup held in its tail swung in the breeze. The sound of a guitar and singing drifted out ofThe Drunken Monkey.
Inside the old bar was a rather large room that up until recently had been I'm a terrible state of disrepair. The wooden floors had been cleaned and restained, the tables and chairs stripped and repainted a nice red. The walls too had been painted a deep rich red, and various decorations hung on shelves.
on one wall was a large wagon wheel with six dart boards nailed to it, one in the center and five around the wheel. It was anchored to the wall so the wheel could spin, turning the dart boards into blurs of red, green, and white. An old carnival game, Yusuke was currently undefeated since installing it.
In the corner was an electric record player with vinyls sitting in a milk crate beside it. A few corner tables had tiles, dice, or cards sitting on them. People enjoyed to gamble sometimes when they drank, and the stone fountain on one wall depicting a large bass had been repaired and bubbled calmingly.
On the back wall stood the bar, a chalkboard on the back wall listing the specials of the day hung above the shelves of alcohol. Surrounding the board were various photos tacked to the wall. They were all of Yusuke and his various friends. Beside the bar was a door leading into the kitchen.
The bar was empty, the pleasant weather perhaps drawing people outdoors and the patron of the bar, Yusuke Sarutobi sat at one of the wooden tables, back to the door with his feet propped up. He wore his standard ninja attire, simple black pants, a white flak jacket, amd brilliant red bracers and greaves on his arms and legs respectably. Over his flak jacket he wore a black apron with the words "Do whatever you want to the cook" written in white letters above a smiley face winking.Three bottles of beer sat empty, and a fourth was roughly half full.
He held a guitar and was playing a simple three chord tune as he sung jovially to the empty pub.
"Come In, Come In, we'll do the best we can Come In, Come In, bring your whole bloody clan take it nice and easy and we'll take you by the hand set ye down and treat ye 'dasent' I'm an honest man
I've travelled east I've travelled west I've rode from town to town I've picked the harvest up I greet the people up and down where ever I went the welcome mat was always laid for me so set ye down and have a glass and sing our village glee
When I am gone to somewhere's else my mem'ries growing dim just set ye down and have a glass invite the people in and think about the good old times and you'll remember me when good old songs were roaring out and porter flowing free"
The last chords rang out as the simple baritone echoed through the room.
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