[DAWN ISLAND]
The
Partys Bar was a modest yet inviting establishment, its wooden walls steeped in the stories and laughter of Foosha Village. The air inside was warm and slightly smoky, carrying the mingled scents of ale, freshly cooked food, and the sea breeze that slipped in through the open windows. The wooden beams overhead were strung with simple decorations—fishing nets, seashells, and the occasional framed photograph of the village's fishermen and their prized catches. A large, well-worn counter dominated the space, behind which the bartender worked tirelessly to keep the patrons happy.
The bar was a hub of camaraderie and relaxation, with villagers seated at scattered tables, some playing cards while others shared hearty laughs over exaggerated tales of their exploits. The lively hum of chatter filled the room, punctuated by the occasional clink of glasses or a burst of boisterous laughter. Lanterns hung from the ceiling, casting a warm golden glow that made the room feel both cozy and alive.
At the heart of this bustling environment stood
Makino, the bar's proprietor and soul. She moved with an effortless grace, her kind smile a beacon of warmth to all who entered. Her black hair, neatly tucked beneath her yellow kerchief, swayed gently as she worked. Her attire, practical yet vibrant, reflected her approachable personality.
"
Welcome to Partys Bar," she greeted with a smile that seemed to put even the most anxious strangers at ease. "
Can I get you something to drink? Or maybe some food?"
Her voice was soft but carried a natural confidence, a testament to her years of listening to the dreams and troubles of villagers and travelers alike. Her demeanor was calm and attentive, as if she had all the time in the world to hear whatever was on someone's mind.
Nearby, a group of villagers erupted into laughter, their merriment filling the room. Makino glanced at them fondly before returning her attention to her task behind the counter, her expression always warm and inviting. It was clear she was more than just a bartender—she was a confidante, a caretaker, and a vital part of Foosha Village's heart and soul.