Just a little drink. [Private/Kaido]

"Kid, that's enough. You've already had a lot." Hana ignored her mentor's voice inside her head. She could still continue. As she downed her fifth glass of whiskey, Hana signaled to the bartender for another refill. She rested her cheek in one palm, the other swinging her refilled glass about in a clockwise direction. She seemed to be in a daze, alluring red eyes staring blankly at the ice cubes that made clinking sounds in the glass whenever she swung the glass.

The soul bar that day was rather empty, with only a few regulars present at the moment. Due to that reason, Hana found it more... Peaceful, allowing her time to think. 'Think of what?' she thought groggily. Drinking alcohol after many sleepless nights was not a very smart choice, but she could care less. She'd be fine in a while, back to how she always was in a few days, or a week. It was always like this. She just had to wait a little.

That peace was to be rather short lived, as the front door opened up, and an absolute giant of a man entered, emphasis on giant. He was well over seven feet tall, having to bend a bit to enter the door, and weighed at least four hundred pounds, wearing a set of heavy, sculpted, steel armor, a massive, heavy red cloak, and carrying a weapon, a massive mix between a hammer and an axe, bigger than most men in one hand. The bartender stopped what he was doing and stared at Kaido as he entered, his jaw hanging a bit, as the mountain of a man made his way to the bar and leaned against it, causing it to groan. "Bartender, the biggest mug of your strongest drink! And another round for everyone here!" the large said in an equally loud voice, that carried through the bar, prompting the bartender into immediate action.

Hana's grip on her glass loosened slightly when she felt a very large presence enter the bar. The creaking of the floorboards and the sudden silence told her what she needed to know. She took a mouthful of her drink, and shifted to the side slightly when the hulking man leaned against the bar. She pretended to not notice the bartender flinch when the bar groaned in protest, sounding as if it could collapse anytime soon.

'Confident.' she noted of the man. From the way he spoke, to his body posture and his armour, she guessed that he was one of those warrior types. Either that, or he just had a hobby of working out. A lot. She decided to throw in the trait generous as well, when he ordered a another round for the rest of them. That, or he was flaunting his wealth. She shouldn't be so quick to judge, she thought, taking another gulp of whiskey with great care not to let a a single drop escape onto her precious red scarf.