BringerOfDespair

___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ A soft sound of traditional Japanese music floated through the air  of Ginti's floor. The tempered ginger stood behind the bar counter cleaning glasses with a rag, in the meanwhile you sat on a stool in front of him. "Where's your music player?"  Unamused, Ginti pointed his index finger to the other side of  the  bar  and you placed your drink down. Standing, you stumbled out of your chair, almost falling on your face. "Tch..Why?" He took your drink away and cleaned the glass, he wasn't going to allow you to have anymore alco