Private There's No Smoke Without Fire

Konpeitō needed a break. No more would he wallow in his self-pity and whine to himself about how busy and tired he was. He wanted to have some fun. When was the last time he went to a night club? When was the last time he went to a simple bar? It had to be a while by now. A long, long while.

It had been some time since Konpeitō visited The Fox Hole. Konpeitō was deeply indebted to Jericho. Everything he did made his life better. It felt wrong to not support his business more often. So here he was, wearing his hair down, a black dress shirt with the top couple of buttons open, and black slacks.

He kept to the upstairs portion where the bar resided. Smoking wasn't Konpeitō's thing, and while the smoking area was beautiful, he didn't want to be where it was, even if it was aired out regularly. He liked it up here anyway. Sitting on a stool with his tails curled around him, he ordered himself a glass of blood, then observed the area around him. A night club would have been more blood-pumping. Right now, he just wanted to relax and enjoy the company of others. He wanted—No, he need to be content. Moving too fast was what made everything go wrong in the first place.

Konpeitō expected himself to have to get up and look for someone to speak to, but lo and behold, a young lady sat down beside him. After she ordered her whiskey, Konpeitō sat down his glass and gave her an energetic smile. "Hey there. Hope you don't mind some conversation. I expected this place to be busier, but, ah, it looks like I was out of luck this time."

Most of Konpeitō didn't mind whether she shot him down or not. He was used to being blunt with his need for conversation. He was a people person, and five years in solitude meant he had five more years as an excuse to be overly-sociable. Then there was a small part of him concerned he was bothering a woman who was tired and just wanted to get drunk on her own. But if that was the case, why not sit somewhere with no one near?

The warm smile was definitely received well by Konpeitō. If his tails weren't wrapped around him, they would be curled up and swaying lightly. He barely took much notice of how she drank a whole glass of whiskey immediately.

"Boredom and a desperate need for a change of pace, mostly. I'm all drained from work. I want to relax and chat and have some fun. Also, the man who owns this bar is a friend of mine, so I figured if no one was up for a chat, I might be able to find him around here and annoy him. But enough rambling from me, what brings you here?" He paused to take a drink from his glass, already getting high from the chat.

That was a bit hard to respond to. On this island, having a voice in your head could be plenty of things. A sign of mental illness, a metaphorical voice in your head, a whole other person who was possessing you, malicious telepathy.

He was going to go with a metaphorical voice for now. "I have to disagree with that last part. I understand what it's like feeling the need to work constantly. Ugh, I haven't slept in months either. That's why I'm here. But most of the islanders here are human, they just have powers or came here with more supernatural or magical family members."

"Physically? I never left my humanity behind, seeing as I wasn't one in the first place. Psychologically? Mm, debatable. I like to think I'm pretty human though. But what did you mean by 'a little bit of spice?"

After he asked his question, he drank the rest of his blood, then asked for a refill.