Thread:Jaguar Satake/@comment-39375566-20190710233031/@comment-34158552-20190711003847

Ye, true.... Just....I started over and I only have two paragraphs and the second one isn't even finished, aaaah:

Lively music played, and Akira and his father sipped their drinks in comfortable silence. His father had some sake, and Akira had some apple juice he was pretending was sake. Outside, the moon glowed gently, and the stars glittered like ice crystals; a peaceful sky made for a peaceful tavern, at least in Nebula. The peace was not disrupted once, even as more samurai entered the tavern.

When the apple juice was three-fourths gone, the streets were empty, and the number of samurai in the tavern decreased as the minutes went by. Akira would have guessed it was a few hours after midnight, maybe two or three o’clock, so it made sense that everyone was going home. He was supposed to be asleep by now – seventeen o’clock was his curfew –