Konnichiwa, Finn-san

[Muramasa]

Blurry. Absolutely everything is blurry as you open your eyes. And your head. It hurts. You are not strange to the feeling.

Your grip around the shot glass loosens, noticing you did not manage to gulp it down at once. How many of those came before? There is a bartender droid -Libertonian design- standing in front of you. Interesting, where could you be right now? Wait, it's still too early to even think about that. Your head hurts, remember?

Darkness. You open your eyes again. Looks like you passed out again. Your head does not hurt that much, and your eyesight becomes sharp a little faster than before. Your shot glass was now completely refilled. Why not try gulping it down now? You don't seem to be the one paying the bill.

You recover your hearing sense. Jazz music. You can see the "robotender" attending other people in the booths. Those people could be from anywhere in Sirius. Could be this be a Freeport? The stool you are sitting on is far too comfortable to leave, even if there are several booths and tables free. Nobody is going to argue your decision, you are Finn McCool after all.

Oh my, but who's the guy on your side? You feel startled but recover immediately after, scanning the individual who sneaked next to you. He's gulping a shot of scotch. Kusari-born, mid 40's, white hair, green suit with dragon patterns. Damn, that's so Kusari'ish. He notices your apparent perplexity and bows his head lightly at you before proceeding to introduce himself, flashing a grin.

"Oh, excuse me for my manners, mister McCool. One never knows when you might wake up after this hell of a party we had last night. I'm Hideo Iwakura, Kusari enterpreneur."

You don't perceive the usual Kusari customs coming from him, no 'sama', 'san' or other japanese expressions. Better this way. But what did he just say? Partying for the whole night? Was it breakfast time now?