Uh-huh. Sasuke eyed him with a look that clearly said he knew better.
"I'm always in the same place; I can't help if I'm popular." He smirked. Even if it was pretty pathetic to be smug about how good of a prostitute you were. It's not like he had anything else to brag about. Had to take your pride where you could get it.
Finally, he was next in line. Sasuke took his attention off of Sui altogether to hold his plate out for the servers, taking whatever was offered, not caring. He wasn't a picky eater, to say the least. And he was delighted to see there was some sort of casserole with fresh vegetables in it, as well as real turkey. Followed up with mashed potatoes and gravy, and he was pretty much in heaven. Gesturing for Sui to follow him if he wanted, he heated for one of the long picnic tables set up for the feast, plopping down in an empty spot and digging in, eating like most people from Third -- fast, and entirely focused on his meal.
"You know that bar, Split, over about a couple miles back?" He gestured with his head. "I'm there sometimes, before curfew. It's one that allows dark-hairs, mostly where we mingle with brunettes. Not a blonde hangout. You might like it. It's right up your alley, always interesting ... characters." AKA bar fights, illegal operations, and just general crazies that Suigetsu seemed always interested in sniffing out. "I could take you there some time."
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