Bar Homura

"Well, what do you think?!"

"It's dusty in here." Tatara comments while looking through one of the many spaces he's weaved into the string on his fingers. The intricate patterning of string tricks is his latest hobby. No one is really sure how long it will last, Tatara's already gotten quite good at them.

"Ano! Don't worry about that! I'll get some help and clean it up. It'll be good as new by the time I'm done! Just think of how great it'll be then!" Izumo protests excitedly while making a sweeping motion with his arm as if to literally wipe the place clean of its filth and debris.

He's walked past this place almost every day since he was ten years old. It used to be an ice cream shop. Then it was a barber shop. Then after that it was an even shorter lived flower shop. It was shorter lived than its previous endeavors because it caught fire a year or so after it opened. The owners had blamed faulty wiring. But everyone else blamed arson and 'the curse' of the corner shop that lead all businesses to ruin.

In any case, Izumo didn't believe in superstition and, since the place was a hard pitch to sell even after it had been meagerly renovated, the place was a steal.

And the company that owned it was so desperate to make some kind of money of it that they were willing to talk to a guy who was barely over the drinking age himself about opening a bar.

"Do you even know the first thing about running a bar?" Tatara pipes up again, still playing with his string but focused on his friend. Tatara was, if nothing else, and effective multitasker.

"Serve drinks to customers?" Izumo replies while scratching the back of his head. To which Tatara gives him a slight disappointed frown and a sigh.

"You know what I mean, Izumo. This is gonna be something you're going to invest a lot of money and time in. Maybe you should stop and think about it for a while." The younger man rationalizes.

Izumo sighs heavily. Maybe Tatara had a point. Maybe this was a crazy idea that he should stop and think about before jumping head first in. He really didn't know anything about running a bar, or bars in general for that matter.

He'd have to get a liquor license, get some capital saved up, get alcohol, learn how to make drinks, hire staff maybe later if or when the place got busier. Maybe this was a bad idea.....

"I think the bar should go here."

The pair looked up from their own musing at their middle companion. The red headed male, with his ever present slouch in his shoulders, looking at the empty space in front of him as if he could see through the termite cracked wood and moldy floor boards.

Izumo smiles softly behind he heads over to him. "Yeah! That's a great idea Mikoto! I can put it here and then behind it have all the bottles set up on display. I could get one of those fancy European set ups. Oh! I know! I could make it like a pub! Like the one from that movie remember! And then...."

Tatara smiles as he continues to thread his string with his fingers, vaguely listening to his friends returned enthusiasm as he goes on and on about how he wants his dream bar to be.

He looks up just in time to see the soft look Mikoto gives to the back of the blonde man's head.

Perhaps this bar wasn't just Izumo's dream.