Over a fifty years ago a bar opened up within the town of Karakura. At first the bar wasn’t that successful but time seem to be kind to it, for as the years came and went the bar became more popular. Allowing the solo owner of it to reconstruct and scale it for the now bigger crowd. The bar once known as“The Lounge” had a name changed and was called El Proscrito, The Outlaw. The customers who regularly went to the bar, found the name change to be pleasant and a breath of fresh air. Some of the parents who went to had attended the bar during their teenage and young adult ages, found it nice that the bar now makes commendations for children.
The bar had been rebuilt that there was a section for parents to leave their children at. Trying to make the children as comfortable as possible the room is outfitted with various sized beeny bags, pills and very comfortable chairs. There were also a chest full of toys for them to play with. Not only that the children are kept well entertain with different performers; clowns, mines, jugglers, and sometime even a teen pop star would drop by every now and then. Besides the performers, there were adults who watched over the children as well, more or so just to make sure they didn’t get into trouble. The child’s parent could pick up their child whenever they got ready to leave but there is one exception to this. Those who are drunk must spend the night at the bar in one of the six private bed suits that where located in the back of the bar.
This was to make sure, that either the parent or the child would get hurt from the adult irresponsibility. Yes, the bar owner cared a lot for his younger customers, for they were the future after all. There was also a section for the older teens which was used frequency by them, though there were a few who wanted to hang in the adult area.
Speaking of the adult area which was the main part of the Bar, was very plain and easy on the eyes. Believing that if you over decorating a building could detour customers. It was very plain and elegant and easy on the eyes. There were three tvs located in certain locations, most in which were turned to a sport channel. These tvs could ascend into their specially design slots when “performers” where doing their thing or descend when their were no performers at the given time. The wooden oak corner curve forming a semi-circle. This is usually where the owner stands at for he rarely ever allow anyone else to mix and serve drinks. Right above the corner engraved on the wall were the words “Dios Perdona Todo” which stood for, God Forgives All. These words had a meaning deeper then most people would ever understand. The only one who knew the meaning behind the words were, the bar owner and he has yet to speak about them.
What was the name of this bar owner you ask? His name was Damien, a young man who never aging face is as big of a mysterious as his history. And we were to find this man, standing behind the bar counter unsealing a thing of whiskey which would most likely be gone before night. For the hours that host the children had ended and this is when the adults come here to drink and for their own form of entertainment. Mention various performers came here, from strippers, too famous singers. Though it was more custom to see a singer performing here then a stripper, though it all really depends.
A sigh escaped Damien’s lips as he turned and looked at shelves full of various alcohols and liquor. To an alcoholic this place was heaven but to Damien, it was just business. He was wearing his standard, white trench coat that had a dark green chinese dragon going along the end of it. A t-shirt similar in color as the dragon was worn underneath the jacket, and a pair black gloves and casual shoes finished his attire. Moving from behind the bar, he would unlock the doors and flipped the sign, saying it was now open.
He knew the bar wouldn’t get busy till later on though one can never tell, who would walk through those doors.