Shinko reaches across from the bar, sipping at a cup. It's not full strength sake, watered down to nurse the occasion. It is perhaps a strange sight to customers, someone considered a child on the verge of adulthood seeming so...comfortable. Shinko lazily swirls a bottle and pours herself a new cup, none of which she's paid for, people eager to treat a competitor. (Possibly to help their bets)

The mood brings a song to her heart, and she begins to croon.

"Oh we come a shufflin' in
As we hit the hour of the Dog
There's an old man sittin' next to me
Who wants another sip of his grog

He says, "Girl can you sing me a memory?
I'm not really sure how it goes
But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete
When I wore a younger man's clothes

La, la-la, di-di-da
La-la di-di-da da-dum

Sing us a song for us also rans
Sing us a song tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feelin' alright"


Shinko notices a few smiles at her song and feels a bit relieved.

"Oh don't you worry, it's not over yet. I'll be by later to work on it"