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Youji enters the bar cautiously. It seems crowded tonight, more so than usual. Carefully he slides up to the bar, humming a strange American baseball song.

Root, root, root for the home team...

He smiles, and orders a blue motorcycle. Not the manliest of drinks, but he's in a good mood for once, and doesn't need the hard stuff.

As always he skims the bar, looking for someone to distract him.