Underage drinking isn't allowed!

[Miho Adamant]

Who wouldn't love a place like this, filled with unexpected sandstorms, with burgulars roaming about the alleyways. A bunch of sandwalls tend to block the visibility of a thousand people, and the sandstorms also block the travelers from entering the city, and keep the people inside of them also. The place itself doesn't look too big, but it's big enough to hold a saloon like this, and this is the place that one young boy is going to; even if he 'looks' 14 years old.

The young blonde, called Miho Almandine Adamant, or Miho for short, is from a noble family nearby, who took him in despite what he was, and where he came from. The reason that he came to this city was so he can take a rest from traveling, and to check up on his foster family -- oh, what a kind son he is! The mansion was miles away from the City of March, yet someone could easily walk 1 mile there in a day, depending on what they are carrying around with them, and if the load is heavy or light. As he walked through the city, he looked around for a place, with some drinks that he can fill up on, so he will be extra packed for the next morning.

It was daylight there, and he had already found a inn, so that was good. It was silent to the young boy; the world around him, and he wished that he can regain his sense of hearing, so he wouldn't have to rely on his lip reading. "Hey, can you tell me where is the nearst drinking place?" Miho called towards a drunk man, whom was sitting infront of a door leading into a residential house. "Of co-urs-e, t-he 'Se-con-d Cha-nc-es Sal-oo-n' is th-e bes-t pla-ce. Th-ey hav-e th-e str-on-g-est dri-n-ks th-er-e." Miho looked directly at the man, only watching out for a name, which he got it; Second Chances Saloon. "Alright, thanks." As he walked off, he didn't hear it, but the drunk person said, "Why is a kid that young wanting to go to a drinking saloon?"

It didn't take him long to find it, but he stood infront of the place known as "Second Chances Saloon", his blue eyes trailed up towards the sign. He can hear the people talking inside, and all the drunks blabbering away about useless matters. Before he stepped directly infront of the entrance, he bumped into someone, feeling a harsh push as he landed on the ground. "Hey, what is a kid like you doing here?" The man said, standing in the doorway as he spat to the right. "I just need a place to drink, I don't care what it is." "I don't care! Little runts like you shouldn't even be here!" Miho got everything on what the man said, blinking a bit as he stood up, whiping the dirt off of his pants.

What he didn't know was that a huge rock was being hurled from behind him, and it was going directly towards the back of his head!

[Vash the Stampede]

March had always been a place to avoid, a town forsaken by the desert. The blistering winds and buffeting walls of sand kept many indoors, preventing any who were brave enough to travel to the city from entering while locking the corruption inside. While many preferred to wander to safer places, one man came into the city with a purpose, seeking to bring an elusive gift—peace. Vash the Stampede trekked through the city, the heavy red coat billowing along with the gusts of wind. Luckily for him, very few chose to wander the streets, giving him no trouble as he traveled in the direction of the saloon. If his memory served him right, the bar served up perhaps the strongest drinks he knew of, and it was generally the hang out spot for these tired and worn-down people to relax. Gently redistributing the weight of his belongings over his shoulder, his teal hues fell upon the tattered old sign just above the building, gazing up at the letters through the yellow tinted glasses he wore. Second Chances Saloon. Outside, there was a drunken patron who was shielded by the howling wind with thanks to the overhanging rooftop of the building. There were others loitering about as well, which peaked his curiosity.

Vash offered a polite smile and raised his hand in greeting to the intoxicated man, “Good evening!” His voice was jovial and suspiciously joyful for such a somber place, so strange in fact that the man stared at him blankly, seemingly at a loss of words. He got that a lot… Keeping a goofy grin on his face, he shrugged off the rudeness before his boots were about to carry him to the doorway. That was when one of the men spoke up, his voice clear and irritated, ”Hey, what is a kid like you doing here?”

Blinking his eyes, Vash tried to get a look over the shoulder of one of the bystanders, who glanced back at him, obviously aggravated by the sudden interest of a stranger. Offering a sheepish smile to perhaps ease the tension, the notorious humanoid typhoon slinked back to give the guys some room, having no real interest to press the buttons of people who were already going about looking for a fight. Sighing beneath his breath, that was when a child’s response came to his attention. A kid trying to get into a bar? Not like that was totally unheard of in this day and age. It was depressing, really, but kids grew up way too fast. They had to.

Eyes growing wide, his incredibly sensitive ears picked up on something—an intricate whirring noise that was headed directly toward the boy. Side-stepping, his arm extended just slightly as his thumb and forefinger caught hold of the rock that was apparently aimed directly at the kid’s head. Holding it firmly between his fingers, his eyes narrowed before taking his place behind the group once more.

”Excuse me gentlemen.”

Capturing their attention, they did not appear too pleased that he was interrupting. ”You see, I’m the guardian of this boy here, and while I appreciate your concern, I would prefer to give him a smack on the wrists myself.” The man who had spoken earlier gave a low growl, ”Oh yeah? Maybe you should teach your brat not to hang around the saloon.” Vash tocked his head to the side before smiling, scratching the back of it nervously, ”You’re absolutely right! My apologies…”

Some were still on edge, the guy who had thrown the rock looking between his hand and Vash in awe while the rock itself was casually tossed aside, almost as if it had never been thrown at all. Turning his eyes down to the boy, he did his best to appear stern and concerned.

[Miho Adamant]

While he stood there, he noticed a man with a red coat, blonde hair, and the blue eyes, exactly like the little boy. Huh?... He thought, feeling the slight wind as the man stopped the rock from hitting his head, seeing the man standing behind the group of the trouble makers, the young boy's eyes trained on his lips. ”Excuse me gentlemen” he read, blinking as if to the reason why he would save him. He would've only suffered a minor wound on the back of his head, but that feeling made him feel stubborn, and thus, his eyes were more trained on the man's moving lips.

”You see, I’m the guardian of this boy here, and while I appreciate your concern, I would prefer to give him a smack on the wrists myself.” What the!? Like I would let him do that!.. He thought, folding his arms across his chest, his black gloved covered hands drumming their fingers against his arms. He wondered why the man would even do say that, and the other people inside don't even know of a noble family nearby, with their huge water source. ”Oh yeah? Maybe you should teach your brat not to hang around the saloon.” The same man that pushed him to the ground said, walking away back into the bar as the man infront of him gave him a rather stern, yet concerned stare, and this made him throw a fury of statements.

"I appreciate your help, but I'm here to rest, and to get something to drink. I guess those idiots back there can't think of something that isn't too strong." He said towards the man, unfolding his arms as he placed them to the side. The man could tell that he was death, since his blue eyes were trained on the man's lips, rather than his face. "Even if I'm apparently underaged, is it abuse and neglect if someone doesn't provide a kid some form of beverage especially if he's traveling, miles away from his own family and house?" He asked, waiting for the man's reply.

He ignored his rather stern and concerned stare, but it kind of bothered him, and for the first time, he actually felt his heart beat faster than before. Why is it like this?

[Vash the Stampede]

The danger had apparently disappeared, Vash cautiously keeping an eye on the pack of troublemakers until they reached their spots at the bar. Once they sat down and had ordered their drinks, he turned his attention back down to the boy, seeming to take notice that there was something different about him. There was a certain energy, a vibe, that radiated from his body, different from most normal people that he came in contact with. The blue eyes should have been a dead give away, but he was not used to coming in contact with others of his kind often. Listening to the kid’s words, he smiled faintly, waving one of his hands as if to dispel the little charade he put on earlier. ”I appreciate your help, but I'm here to rest, and to get something to drink. I guess those idiots back there can't think of something that isn't too strong. Even if I'm apparently underaged, is it abuse and neglect if someone doesn't provide a kid some form of beverage especially if he's traveling, miles away from his own family and house?"

Those eyes that were so like his own were trained on his lips, instantly wondering if the boy could not actually hear. He’d keep the idea in mind as he pushed one of the hinged double-doors open and motioned inside, ”Then what’re you waiting for? Let’s go inside, I’ll buy you a drink. What do you say?” With all of the patrons getting heavily smashed, he would have felt responsible if anything happened to the kid. The least he could do is keep an eye on him until it was time to part ways. If he was traveling all by his lonesome, he could not help but wonder why. March was a seedy place to hang around, and particularly dangerous for children. It hurt him to think of the things some people would resort to in order to make a couple of double-dollars in this town. The poverty and suffering was too great.

Awaiting the boy’s answer, he did his best not to appear too off-putting. His offer was genuine, and he had the change to spare!

[Miho Adamant]

The youn boy looked at the man as he placed a faint smile, waving one of his hands as if saying 'Let's forget about what happened earlier.' Seeing that the man wasn't too much of a threat, he eased down, but his heart was still beating fast, like he was encountering another person like himself. Ah, who cares right now! March wasn't exactly a nice place to stop by, especially a place to live near by. He took one step closer to the man, his blonde hair covering his ears. ”Then what’re you waiting for? Let’s go inside, I’ll buy you a drink. What do you say?”

He saw the rather tall person push the door open, motioning him inside. This feels like a person trying to lure a dog into their house... He thought, closing his eyes for a it, taking in what the person said, and what he read of course. "A... drink? Sounds good." He replied, walking into the open door, turning his head to see if the person would follow, right after him, or wait for a little while before doing so.

Looking around for a free seat, he saw two right infront of him, the stools going up to his collar bone. This is what I get for feeling short, huh!? He thought, placing his right hand ontop of the stool, pushing it downwards so he had some force to pulling himself upwards, his bottom landing on the thing gently. Before he could say what he wanted, he decided to ask the person his name when he sat down.

"What's your name?"

[LaVonne]

//Reserved\\

I have been busy. Sorry. Go on without me 'till I can join you.

[LaVonne]

Vonne sat in a seat near two empty ones, his hood up, as he drank a beverage he had brought along his desert trek. A being of the desert, Vonne instinctively carried pouches of fructose and bottles of water, knowing that water would be hard to come by during travel. It didn't matter... As long as there was moisture in the air, he could collect it and bottle it. The only problem with that was the fact that the area around it would die and become a little more unbalanced.

There was a small commotion outside as a young boy was apprehended by the usual crowd here in the City of March. It seemed as if the minor was attempting to get alcohol, a drink foreign to the kids his age... Vonne had snuck in with his pale hair, acting under the stereotype of old age. They hadn't deduced that he walked much too solidly to be a man of such history... Vonne smiled. He was older than most of the seniors here.

Vonne shrugged and continued his drink when he heard something...

”You see, I’m the guardian of this boy here, and while I appreciate your concern, I would prefer to give him a smack on the wrists myself.”

A chuckle rang in his mind as his eyes slid to the door, where he could see the man's hair over the kissing doors. It was funny to see a man who looked slightly over twenty take in a teenager as if he were a son. What a lie, of course... The man didn't look like he could watch over himself, much less the boy here. What were his intentions? Whatever they were, the boy had better learn to protect himself. There were predators out in the jungle.

His green eyes slid sideways as the two argued back and forth, and finally, they slid into the seats directly behind him. His blue hood still up, he listened to the two. They seemed to give off a strange, earthy smell, and Vonne wondered if they actually did know each other. They smelled similar, so maybe they lived together or something.