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Kazuya Yoshida

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Eddie had only been in Rustboro for a short time, but he was quickly becoming fond of the city. [break][break]

In the days that followed his move to Hoenn, he'd spent time exploring the town, keeping his eyes peeled for attractions and restaurants to circle back to once time allowed. The bar he now found himself in was one such location that had caught his eye. [break][break]

Tucked into a narrow alley, flanked on either side by tall windows, was a austere oak door. The sign that hung above proudly proclaimed the name of the establishment in looping bronze text; The Drunken Dreepy. It was a Galarian-style pub that online reviews described as having “authentic Galarian bar food”, a “comfortable, unpretentious atmosphere”, and best of all, “a wide variety of Galarian imported brews and spirits.” That last bit was what had cemented Eddie's desire to visit, truth be told. He couldn't remember how long it had been since he'd had a good whiskey. [break][break]

When he had entered the establishment earlier in the evening, he immediately felt at ease in the cozy setting it provided. It was bit of a tight squeeze, with the bar and stools to his left, a series of small tables to the right, and only a narrow space to walk between if you wanted to reach the back where there was more open seating, but something about it made the place feel more homey and intimate. The pub was lit by dim incandescent lights that reflected off of the warm tones of the wooden tables and bar. Everything was swathed in rich browns and golds and ambers in the soft light, not unlike the glass of single malt whiskey Eddie was currently nursing. It was actually the third glass of whiskey he had purchased tonight, which was probably why he didn't notice the late hour until he realized most of the other patrons had gone. He went to stand, but the severe-looking bartender spoke up. [break][break]

The older gentleman had explained, in a thick Galarian accent, that there was no point in trying to leave until the snow outside settled down. Eddie looked at the direction that the bartender gestured, and noticed the snow piled high outside of the windows, half-way obscuring the view of the alley outside. The bartender further explained that he'd go plow the way out himself with the help of his Pokemon as soon as the snow stopped, which he assured Eddie shouldn't take too long. To compensate him for the wait, the bartender had been kind enough to top Eddie's glass off for free. [break][break]

So Eddie settled back onto his bar stool, eyes scanning the interior around him. The place was mostly vacant at this point, but he still took his time sweeping his gaze across the establishment, sorely hoping there was someone left to keep him company.

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