Kuwahara Yori
桑原 依里He had even formed a connection with the owner of the establishment. They would banter over beer quite often. Enil would talk about his gambling days and battles against addiction, while Yori would blindly agree with his every word. He was not the sharing type, so he typically kept things on a need-to-know basis. Tonight was no different.
"Oh shit, look what the cat dragged in!" Enil jest. He was a muscular brown-skinned man roughly the same height as Yori. He was wearing his lucky black and white polka dot shirt."Must've been your pizza-shape bearded ass." Yori snapped back. The people nearby began to snicker as he grabbed a seat at the bar. Enil's size never stopped from him moving like a cheetah. He managed to whip up a watermelon margarita in a matter of seconds. It even had a sugar rim, just like Yori liked it. "I ought to kick your ass out for that one." Enil replied, setting the drink in front of the adventurer.