Blood Sweat and is that Water?

Tatsuya didn't often linger in certain places due to his status. He would more often than not just happen to go about his business in an acceptable manner. Deciding to go to bars and pubs within the District. The reason things didn't work on him was his internal temperature burned hot. The alcohol would even evaporate before doing much to his internal systems. Nobu was in his head fairly often too, doing her this and that business. It wasn't like he couldn't do certain things for sure. But that didn't mean he was walking out of most joints on certain nights. The place he sat within was traditional or perhaps average was the term. Tatsuya improved himself on the day training. Though he knew that was enough really, fighting and facing all comers was fun. You got to meet some interesting challenges. He sat drinking a beverage as a man stood punching him in the rib cage. Tatsuya seemed oblivious to this and almost ignoring it. He turned around leaning on the bar cracking his shoulders a bit. He simply didn't care about that as he took around the place. It was a quiet evening in this bar at the moment. Most people had gone to bed due to well drinking too much or simply leaving. Was this really where he should be spending his time he pondered. Touching his zanpakuto resting on his belt he merely paused and thought about it. He was fifteen hundred years old and could hear a Sachiko or Kagami rant incoming. Why was he wasting his time in this part of the world, what did it have to offer him? He could return home to Honoji at any time. But what kept him in the middle of this paradise of endless booze? Well, nothing really aside from him wanting to improve and test himself. He got the hunch that Stefan was right about that stuff. These people here were stronger and he was certainly a small fish in a big pond now. The beings that existed away from the homeland were much fiercer. He turned and patted the fellow on the head. "Come on man, it's a party we should be having fun. Go get a drink and relax. Fighting ain't good in places like this ya know?"

He had his arm around the man's head resting his on the fellow's shoulder. Before giving him a gentle push back out into what few patrons there were in the bar. The lingering smell reminded him of home as he drank another glass. So the question still remained, why was he here? The dimly lit figures in this place were nostalgic for sure. But a path didn't show itself, not yet anyway.