Ooh haa away we be, a drunken drinkin song! (OPEN)

Fausto watched all without leaving his place at the pool table . now she was crying, that girl was a box full of surprises. she switched quickly between moods, only a few seconds earlier she had KO less than half of those who were there. and now she was crying, crying and drinking. Shin approached her cautiously to console her . she didnt look well, she wasnt well . As a precaution he chose to stay where he was, he was sure about keeping a safe distance from a girl half drunk with personal problems. that changed the state ofher mind every five seconds.
After all Shin seemed to be doing well, well at least she had not beaten him .

¨Johnny The Liar¨ or ¨Johnny The Sinner¨ . these were some nicknames his lovers used on him occasionally.his relations were sincere, all the girls knew they were not the only, nor that she was not going to a good place with him. The nickname changed but the beginnig was always the same ¨Johnny¨ . ¨Johnny ¨ with love . And he liked it , so he continued with that game, and the girls cried for him .he never considers himself a beautiful person, but he always tried again. he always was a risky person , who dont risk dont win .almost always he got what he wanted.
For John this was a very different situation, he had seen girls like her crying lots of times. girls who act like tough-girls were the ones that cried more . it is quite simple, when pain accumulated on the inside without externalization it explodes at some point. and that is what had happened. but with the explosion the defenses also blow away and who attacks without defense strikes directly to the heart.
A smile crossed his face as he left on the nearest table the bottle of beer he had in his hand. a cheap beer but beer in the end .he didnt want to spend too much money because they had not given his first pay.
He tried to crack his knuckles when he realized that they no longer had the same amount of fingers as before, it was a new state that he still wasnt accustomed. he still believed that he had been forgotten them before leaving the house. and situations like these where before he didnt noticed the presence of those two fingers were now completely clear that he didnt have them anymore.
He went quiet without hurry to where the girl and Shin were . that guy surely would take advantage of her state, probably he wanted to attack when the defenses were low ... The tactic was the same he had chosen but what was bothering him was the fact that Shin had come before him . he was distracted watching the little boss that missed the perfect opportunity to attack. now he was not the only one , he would have to compete with Shin, and try to be nice to make she think that he could contain her better than the oriental boy ...


¨Hey lady dont cry ¨ John inclined his body toward her quickly and with cunning and speed he dried a tear that was falling to his lips . the same speed that many times he had use to steal cell phones and ipods. he caresses her cheek while he quickly withdrawn his hand and sat beside her. she could be without her defenses but she still was a girl with much experience in combat. so he didnt leave his hand in her face much more than a hundred part of a second, just enough time to dry her tear.
He looked at the wall they had in front , which was covered by a bunch of bottles of different colors. ¨you look more beautiful when you act as a drunken ¨ he still was wihout seeing her , but he had to take the risk if he wanted to win. he looked at her to the eyes and added almost in a whisper .
"You know, you might be asked to leave soon. You're making the other women look really bad."

"..." Shin's face twitched a little, warping from a look of disgust to amusement, then horror as he stared at Johnny. "Right, I am going to have to teach you a thing or two about treating a lady, chief. And the first thing is this: handle with care.” He got up from his bar stool and patted Johnny on the back once, then walked to the pool table leaving him to contemplate his place in life. Shin grabbed a pool cue and chalked it up.

“Sorry about that,” he muttered to little miss fireball. “Never met the kid before tonight.... He’s kind of an idiot. But enough breath spent on that guy. You want a game, you got it. I’ll set up the balls.” Leaning the cue against the table, Shin racked up the balls. He glanced at Fausto. “Guess we can say you won the last game, and play this one now, huh?”

Walking back to the bar, he ordered one final bottle for the night. Then he retrieved his cue and took a swig. He felt like he'd be needing it soon enough...

(OOC: I am sorta braindead right now, if you can think of something to kickstart this thread up again, go right ahead.)

Neimi smiled as Shin came to the pool table and racked up the balls. She had sortof been watching the pool game between him and Fausto, and it seemed to her that he was pretty good. Might have some fun. She broke the balls, and one striped and two solid went in. "Looks like I'm solids. Lets go." She said, and stepped back against the wall. She smiled as the bartender's son brought her a bottle of absinthe, and nodded her appreciation. She took a swig and watched the table. Then, however, something across the bar caught her eye. When she turned to look at it, she saw that it was nothingg, but she continued on her examination of the bar. There were a couple of tough guys, but mainly just your usual combinations of slummers, hustlers, and winos. Nobody caught Neimi's eyes as she scanned the bar. Wise move.

((Since IM has allowed it and Neimi’s for it, this thread’s moving on without Iron Mouth.))

The pool game ended after a good ten minutes of playing. It had been a heated battle, but Shin hadn’t caught who’d won it. Scooping up his drink and downing the last of it, he slapped the glass on the counter and walked over to Neimi and Iron Mouth.

“So the guys and me were talking, and…” He glanced over at some thugs who raised their beers and grinned at him, some making eyes at the lady. “They said there’s a bar across town holding a drinking contest tonight. It’s a real humdinger too. For every shot you down, you go a round in the ring. Last man standing at the end of the night, whether barely sober or conscious (same thing, really) gets the prize. You in?” He glanced over at Johnny, passed out by the counter. It seemed he was not in. He figured Fausto would take care of his friend, so that left him out. “Looks like it’d be just you and I.” Shin jabbed a thumb to his chest. “Winner, take all.”

Shin took her hand, drawing her towards the exit in an inebriated bow. They slipped out into the night, letting the bar door swing shut on their way out. Slinking along the shadowed alleyways for a while, Shin finally found a passing cab. He let loose a whistle and waved his hand like a drown victim. The cab jerked up at the curb and the door burst open like a bottle of champagne. Two people bubbled out, hanging off each other in a swagger. Shin looked at Neimi, parsing her reaction. "Uh... different cab or is this one good?" The man in the couple slumped up against the wall and the cabbie tapped his watch. Shin shrugged. "To Hell with it. I'm feeling risky."

They piled into the cab like lobsters in a fishtank. Shin clawed the door shut and the cab bumped off. It deposited them on the curb in front of the Ring Liter a few minutes later. Shin pursed his lips and forked over the ones. The cabbie drove off.

"So, here we are." He turned to Neimi with a stupid grin on her face. "Boxing and drinking. Two of my passions, merged at the hip. Some people prefer to get drunk off their ass and knocked off it on mechanical bulls. I get clocked at 100 miles per hour." He motioned to the door in a gentlemanly bow. "After you~"

The inside of the bar was wild, violence tangy and tangible in the air. People dripped from bar stools and bounced in the ring. The lights overhead focused their attention on the boxers in the center of the room, buzzing like an inaudible hornet's nest in the background. Behind the counter, the bartender stroked his rusty beard as he watched the fight. His eyes were screwed up like ratchets, his fingers thick like bear claws. The ropes rattled as a man in the ring crashed into them, hanging his arms over the sides and slumping like the dead.

"This is it," Shin spread his arms like a tour guide. "The Ring Liter!"

“Two please.” Shin drummed up the order at the counter. He leaned inwards, eyes meeting the bartenders to impose the severity of the decision through a drunken haze. The bartender looked at him with the seriousness of years. Hair swept back, he stepped back and left the mental impression of a slap on the face.

“Children…”

“Sorry, what was that?” Shin laughed. The bartender busied himself washing glasses, greeting the Asian’s question like the back of a knife. He wore a look like Jesus, German face carved into the mirror behind the counter like chiseled soap. The music in the background skipped a beat as Shin turned back to Neimi, the singer’s voice rising as the rhythm picked up. Wasted away again in Margaritaville searching for my lost shaker of salt… It’s nobody’s fault.

“Ladies first~”