Kanpai! [open]

It was a rather cool, chilly winter night, with the young Captain's breath visible as she took a brief moment of rest from inside the sake bar for a breath of fresh nicotine-filled air. A rather somber expression filled her features as she leaned up against the outside wall, closer toward one of the small alleyways, to deter from social interaction for the most part, with her Captain's haori worn lazily over her shoulders. While rarely wearing the robe both at work and off duty, with her current standing with her family, she was left with whatever clothes resided currently within her home away from home within the walls of her division, and as such, lacked a bit of winter wear. As such, she was left with only a few articles of clothes that would suffice for the cold winter evening.

With a light tap of the cigarette, she broke apart the long stem of ash to lightly flutter into the light breeze that came her way and took another deep inhale of the rolled paper's toxins. The bar within was certainly alive with activity, commemorating the rather generous donation provided quite uncharacteristically from the Yonbantai-Taicho; a vast supply of liquor and wine, exquisite and expensive most certainly, as it was once apart of her father's vast collection. Well, such an act would most certainly bring about more drastic results... but at least she wouldn't have to deal with the annoyance of arranged marriage meetings for quite some times.

Flicking the charring filter to the ground, the young woman's sandal snuffed it out with a twist upon the ball of her foot, before she made her way inside once more. Happy faces and cheerful expressions were greatly hindered by the doorway, as the woman was greeted with an awfully off-tune song of thanks by those in the bar. Of course they'd be thankful; their meal and drink were completely covered by the Shimizu Estate; who wouldn't be?!

"I can't thank you again, Shimizu-Taicho," the owner of the establishment greeted her at the door and guided her to one of the supposed VIP booths on a slightly raised level, though the spot didn't really provide all that much privacy expected for those of such status. Nevertheless, Kawa thew on a plastic smile and bowed her head respectfully.

"The Shimizu Clan has prospered greatly this year, and with the start of a new, we simply wish to share our..." the plastic began to fade a bit as her words lost their luster. "Feh; drink up, everyone! Don't hold back or anything!"

Who the hell needed fancy words or elongated speeches; these people were just happy for a free meal and some booze. With another rounding cheer and the clinging of glasses expressing as such, the woman leaned back in her booth, wine glass and bottle place before her. A frail hand moved into the inner lining of her Shinigami robes, pulling out a small prescription bottle. As her mind replayed the events that transpired prior to this little festive event, her plastic smile faded near instantly. Popping the cap, the woman took two small pills and downed them with a sip of wine. Sometimes, you just had to say fuck it to everything around you...