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Post by Kazuhiko Tsutsumi on Mar 5, 2015 1:45:22 GMT
The drunken man found himself being thrown across the back alley, hitting the wall harshly with his back before he slumped down, clearly having the wind taken out of him from the bump. He shouldn't have tested the bouncer and barkeeper of that fine establishment, hell, he shouldn't have drank that much that his self-preservation would be compromised to the point he'd think he could hassle a girl at that bar to begin with. The tall blonde bouncer stepped to the middle of the alley, warming up his wrists as he always forgot to do that whenever the ass-whopping began. "I warned you three times... Don't hassle the girls in my bar. You didn't listen, so now either get your sorry ass out of here, or see just how pissed off you made me," a brown eye peeked from behind the shades of one Kazuhiko, who was glaring at the little imbecile that apparently found enough strength to push himself up the wall into a wobbly stance.
The bouncer waited for him to make up his mind, but no reply or movement from the other was noted besides heavy breathing and grumbling of some unpleasant words. An eyebrow was raised, the blonde menacingly stepping towards the grumbling man that seemed to want something from him, by standing there and giving him that look and spouting offenses. "Heh? You want something else? You know a look like that at me only serves to piss me off even more...", Kazuhiko claimed as his fists tightened. The minute he got close enough, the man took a swing at him, hitting him square on the cheek but luckily missing his sunglasses. Much to his surprise the blonde didn't even move. No, not an inch. The only thing that moved on him was his face, that contorted into an expression of anger before he threw a powerful punch to reply the other's, which skidded his face and found its mark upon the wall, strong enough to leave quite a dent.
"You better get your face out of my sight... That wasn't even a quarter of what I could do and I'm finding it really, REALLY hard to not punch it in!", he shouted out, causing the man to yelp out and duck under Kazu's arm, stumbling as he got away as fast as he could, calling him a monster and spouting threats that he would come back, that the "filthy bartender" hadn't heard the last of him. The bartender in question gritted his teeth and recoiled his fist from the wall, trying to calm himself down fast since he had to head back inside. He spat to the side, breathing deeply and exhaling slowly, remembering the few anger-management classes he took. His fist seemed to be a bit bruised, scrapped slightly, but it wasn't anything that wouldn't be healed in a day or two. So shaking his hand, he made his way back inside the bar, first hitting the bathroom to clean himself up a tad and then head to the bar itself to work.
He didn't care if the girl he helped was there or not, he didn't want any gratitude or anything of the kind, he was just doing his job after all. Placing his sunglasses inside the pocket of his vest, he got behind the counter, figuring he'd clean some glasses, which would help him cool off and get even more cold water on his hand. Most seemed served, the college kids seemed to be having a party, several groups here and there spread out through the bar happily drinking and toasting to each other, having fun. Good, everything was as it should be, without any unpleasant cretin to spoil the mood or get him angry. He needed it to cool down. Taking a sip of his water, his glass hidden beneath the counter, Kazu looked around before he began to clean the used glasses, doing the bartender part of his job and seeing if anyone wanted anything.
Tag: Chiaki Ito
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Kazuhiko - FFFF00
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Post by Chiaki Ito on Mar 23, 2015 6:19:49 GMT
Chiaki was a good girl. A sweet girl. One who followed the rules but seemed eerily fine traipsing the line as long as she had control over it. When she was invited joyfully to a college get together- she immediately said yes to appease her ‘friends’ and keep up with the façade she so had put together. Chiaki wasn’t one for alcohol. For majorly two reasons- her diabetes and the fact she simply hated alcohol. So when she walked into the bar, she did her best to laugh with her friends and not wrinkle her nose and look down on the people. Her father enjoyed outings like this, but she thought the places reeked. Her friends had quickly vacated to a booth and seemed almost chipper to continue the most inane topics. What did she care about any of this? How could they still talk about celebrities and the event so easily? It baffled her. She kept her pace with them, talking about actors back in Japan that no one was interested in to make it seem like she was connecting with the conversation. She laughed and giggled when they talked about boys and made scandalous noises when she heard about someone cheating on someone else. It was the same act she put on – and she was starting to regret not being more like her people-warding brother. She wished she had brought him along- because maybe he could scare them or something. However the red-eyed demon brother was soon forgotten as more people poured in. The raven haired woman didn’t do well when they suggested talking to the men and tried to elbow her and point to a man who was obviously drunk and kept leering at her and the other girls. She almost gagged a little when they spoke about him like he was a piece of meat and almost balked when decided to come closer. She quickly made an excuse about her sugar and some water as she took her glass and slipped away from the table as one of the men got closer. As she situated herself on her barstool – she failed to realize only two seats down a nightmare was lurking. Hulking- maybe five-seven, he was obviously partly overweight- but he looked like he could hold a punch. He melded with dark oak bar in front of him. The red stool couldn’t even be seen as he choked down another brown bottle. There was two in front of him, and she tore her eyes away. It was a quick glance- not realizing he had caught her almost wary gaze as he spit out something to her. She cringed at the racial slur he shouted as he slipped off his stool. She quickly looked back towards her friends- but they were too interested in the pretty drunk man to care about her currently. She almost gagged at the smell- reaching out to touch her. She gripped her glass tighter and almost threw it at him as he drew closer but she blinked when the space was suddenly empty and the bartender dragged the man off. She stared at the spot for a moment, then the bartender’s vanishing back. “What the hell?” She questioned herself, the Japanese rolling off her tongue for a second as she tried to see the bartender again. When he didn’t come back immediately- she worried for him. However he was back a minute later and she breathed a sigh of relief. As he slipped back into the bar and drank his water- she was briefly wonderstruck. He was freaking –tall-, blond hair, and brown eyes. He was distinctly handsome and she flushed a little when she realized she was staring. “A—Ah, thank you.” She stared sincerely. “You saved me.” She reached up to thread a piece of hair behind her ear as she gave a shaky smile up to him.
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