Fandom Hanamura Nights | Priv Overwatch RP

[NightmareCloud]

Private Rp with Gurokawa

Six foot even and rude as hell, Cole Cassidy was an all-American menace. On business in Japan, the surly cowboy fit in 'just about as well as a stray hair in a biscuit'. Or at least that was how he had described it to Gabriel over the phone that morning. Although he was out of place, Cold had to hand it to Gabriel; he sure did know how to pick their destinations. Japan was very high on the list of most beautiful places he had visited on business.

The cowboy smiled to himself as he patrolled the streets; he was here on business, of course, but Gabriel hadn't tied him down with a strict schedule, so enjoying the Hanamura nightlife wasn't off the table. Such was the nature of a scouting mission, right? Under the bright street lights, he felt the local venues calling his name. Not entirely fluent in Japanese (more like, not at all fluent), he pushed through the doors of the most interesting building he saw, which just so happened to be a rather busy looking bar. The décor and general air of the bar was far from what he was used to back home in Texas.

Cassidy was not a man who wore casual clothes, in fact, if you asked him to wear something casual it was more than likely for him to show face in the normal 1960s Cowboy getup he always wore. And his attire at the moment was no different, if a bit darker than his normal garb. The tiny brass spurs that adorned his boots jingled as he approached the counter. He was ready to order himself what he always did back at home. Until the realization that he wasn't in America anymore dawned on him. His confidence waned almost as quickly as it had appeared. Slumping down in a seat next to a downtrodden looking man, the faux cowboy opted to order a cup of water instead.

Looks like having a fun night was out of the question.

 

[Gurokawa]

Winding down after a night of partying and drinking by going to a bar and drinking some more was the young Shimada’s favorite pass time. It beat staying cooped up indoors like his brother going through various studying and training. All for the sake of “bettering himself” for the Shimada clan. Genji swirled the shot glass of saké he had in front of him as he ran his free hand through his bright green hair. His focus momentarily was taken out of his thoughts as he remembered why he came there in the first place. He was there to unwind and relax after a tiring day of partying and that’s exactly what he intends to do.

He snatched up the glass, throwing his head back to down the alcohol in one go. A brief sense of euphoria came over him as the alcohol burned his throat while it went down. He placed the glass back onto the bar top with a thud, letting out a sigh of relief. Yes, this was exactly what he needed. No talk of clans, no nagging from his brother, or the scrutinizing look of his father. Just the alcohol to numb the pain… and the cowboy that plopped himself next to him.

Genji couldn’t help but side-eye the strange man. He obviously wasn’t from around Hanamura, most likely American judging by how he looked like he came straight out of those ancient cowboy movies of the 60s. His brow lifted in curiosity as the man’s demeanor sank, an expression Genji knew too well when Hanamura would be flooded with foreign tourists during the vacation season. He almost felt sorry for the man and he couldn’t help but let out a quick snort in amusement.

He flagged down the bartender, ordering another round of saké for both himself and the Clint Eastwood archetype next to him in Japanese. Genji leaned against the bar, one arm on the table as he rested his cheek in his palm. He turned slightly to face the cowboy, mustering up a charming smile. If he was going to spend the rest of the night relaxing, then he wouldn’t mind the strange company that just piqued his interest.

“You are not from around here,” Genji questioned the man, though it came out as more of a statement. He wasn’t the best at remembering most of his English lessons, but he knew enough to strike up a conversation at least. “Why come to Hanamura? Could you not wait to go sightseeing during travel season, cowboy?”

The bartender had returned with a new bottle of saké and a spare shot glass that he placed in front of the foreigner. As the bartender poured their shots, Genji lifted a hand and asked the man to leave the bottle with them. Once the bartender had left to tend to his other patrons, the young Shimada lifted his glass, gesturing for the man to take his own.

“It is saké. Assuming you do not know Japanese. I expected you to struggle ordering for yourself all night.”

 

[NightmareCloud]

Cassidy took a long swig of water as he sat at the bar, taking in the surroundings. Surely he could still find something to make this night of sight seeing worth it, right? He quietly cursed himself out for not paying attention to the loose Japanese courses that Gabriel had forced him to take before his recon mission; if only he had paid them some mind, maybe he'd be having a nice refreshing sip of something that warmed his throat when it went down. Instead, he was stuck with water. He thought for a moment and resigned that it would probably just be better to finish his water and head out.

That was until a rather good looking stranger sat next to him.

The cowboy's eyes widened a bit under the brim of his hat as he looked the other man up and down. This wasn't his first time doing recon, but it was his first time bumping into someone so interesting. And even better: someone willing to buy him a drink.

He let the other man talk for a moment before shifting himself a bit awkwardly on his stool. It seemed he had definitely been correct; he did not fit in here.

"Well, ya see," he said, rubbing his hand on the back of his head with a sheepish half-smile, "I just happened to be in the area for some... personal reasons. But I s'pose I definitely stick out about as much as a tourist would."

Not completely a lie, but not completely the truth, either. He took a deep swig of his sake, downing the whole shot in one go. The glass made a quiet clinking as he put it down and stifled a cough.

That was strong. Much stronger than anything he was used to back home.

Cassidy cleared his throat a bit and tried to soothe the burn in his throat with a bit more of his water. "Ahem- Thank you for the drink," he said with another small cough, " 'scuse me, that is strong stuff." A moment passed before he added, "Name's Cassidy, Cole Cassidy, and you?"

 

[Gurokawa]

Genji let out a low hum in response, pouring himself another shot of sake. It wasn’t his place to pry on what exactly those “personal reasons” for visiting Hanamura were. Being the son of a well known clan leader, Genji could understand one’s need for secrecy.

Instead of taking a sip from his glass, he opted to watch the cowboy out of curiosity. He lazily swirled the sake in his hand as his lips curled up into a smile, letting out a brief snort at the man’s reaction to the alcohol. It was probably rude for him not to warn the cowboy about how strong sake could be, if Genji dwelled on it long enough he could almost hear his brother chastising him for his terrible manners.

“It will take some getting used to.” Genji joked, bringing the shot glass to his lips once more. His attention was brought back to the interesting man beside him as he introduced himself.

He placed the shot glass down, pouring another glass for him and Cassidy. “Genji Shimada.”

In most cases, he would’ve opted to not state his family’s name so easily. Though this as the rare time that he has, knowing a foreigner probably didn’t have much information on his family’s reputation. Especially one dressed the way Cassidy was, or with how out of place he looked.

“Are you staying here long?” Genji questioned after a brief pause, leaning against the counter. “After your...personal reasons? Maybe you would be interested in accompanying me? See more of what Hanamura has to offer.”