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Ooh haa away we be, a drunken drinkin song! (OPEN)
Posted by Tetsuya Shinbo on Mar 15, 2009 20:17:17 GMT -6
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“Never better,” she’d responded to him, but he had something to tell her. It was really important. He didn’t want to mess it up. Leaning in, he softly spoke the words.
“You’re a horrible actress.” Voice low, face unassuming, he delivered the line. He turned his body to rest his arm on the counter like an armrest, looking at her sincerely as she drank. Behind him, a man at the bar ground his cigarette into an ash tray. The smoke drifted past Shin’s ear, floating up towards the ceiling fan as it spun its sad circle. “So tell me all about it. I’ve heard this story about 100 times. It always changes, but it always stays the same; it always sucks. But sharing it… well, sharing it just might be the first step towards moving on.”
Across the bar, men shifted uncertainly. The raging inferno of a woman that had been pummeling faces just moments before seemed taken about now. A lesser bar-goer might have labeled her ‘wounded’. These men knew better.
"It always hurts more when it's on the inside..." But really, it hurt even more to share weaknesses. Shin knew that too. The night had taken a strange turn. He felt like maybe, just maybe, he could help someone... and in his egotistical power trip of a mindset, maybe that's just what he'd get.
Posted by faustomartense on Mar 15, 2009 22:02:44 GMT -6
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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."
“You’re a horrible actress. So tell me all about it. I’ve heard this story about 100 times. It always changes, but it always stays the same; it always sucks. But sharing it… well, sharing it just might be the first step towards moving on. It always hurts more when it's on the inside..." Shin said softly, his voice filled with concern.
Neimi put down her drink and stared at the wall for a bit, thinking about the past, and it wasn't until a little later that she really recognized what Shin had said. Her, open up to an almost complete stranger? Then again, it would give her someone to talk to who seemed understanding, with no strings attatched and not having to worry about it when they met later, because they probably wouldn't meet again. However, Neimi was loathe to admit any weaknesses. She wavered between opening up and telling him to fuck off for a while, and when she finally decided to say something, anything, the first thing that came into her head, "Well, he-" She cut off as she felt someone sit next to her.
¨Hey lady dont cry." The kid she had bumped into earlier had sat down next to her, and wiped a tear off of her cheek. Neimi growled a little and clenched her fist hard enough to pop her knuckles and turn her fingers white. "You look more beautiful when you act as a drunken ¨
Neimi smiled sweetly at John, then said "And you look better with a six-inch shard of glass in your head, kapeesh?" And suddenly there was a shard of glass clenched in her fist, that she had snatched up from the seat when he first touched her.
"Now," Neimi said, addressing the bar as a whole, "Which one of you sorry sons of bitches want to play a game of Billiards, eh?" The bar, sensing that the incident was over, returned to their previous conversations. "If you'll excuse me," She said to Shin, standing up and grabbing her usual pool cue.
Posted by Tetsuya Shinbo on Mar 16, 2009 17:13:31 GMT -6
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"..." 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...
Posted by faustomartense on Mar 17, 2009 13:39:24 GMT -6
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John's face showed that he had lost, but he did not know he had lost. that guy Shin had won. he attacked first ... Maybe she did not wanted to accept that she liked John , of course this had to be the answer .he had done everything perfectly. surely she had fallen for him but didnt wanted to show to all the others , after all that didnt fit with her profile of a though girl. Johnny smiled friendly while Shin hit him in the shoulders giving him a advice that he did not need. after all he had done what he wanted, and certainly she wouldnt forget that . She get up quickly and went to the pool table. for what? only to mask what she was feeling. he sighed and in the halfway between the pool table and the bar he turned around and went to ask for a bottle to the bartender. and he just sit there, drinking it alone. he didnt like that kid Shin . who thought he was? Mr. Fausto could erase him if he wanted but it was not how he did the things . justice was the only thing that guided him.
For how she was asking to everyone if they were going to continue it or not you could guess Johnny had not had much luck. she had not asked it literally, but the way she had asked said that . Shin and she came to the pool table, as she had said before . "Guess we can say you won the last game, and play this one now, huh?"
¨I hope you have more luck than last time ... Dont forget that I do not drink anything. My reflexes are at the maximum while yours are a little ... ¨
(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.
Posted by Tetsuya Shinbo on Mar 18, 2009 23:42:12 GMT -6
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Shin braced the cue with his hand, lining up his shot. The ball knocked into the eight ball, and it rolled into the hole. “Dammit…” He sighed. “I always end up doing that… Guess we have to start over.” The balls were gathered back up from the pool table, and racked up again quickly.
He turned to Fausto, offering him the cue. “You want to try this time?” He leaned his cue against the wall and walked over to the bar. “Hey, Rumsfeld. Long time, no see…”
“Shhh.”
“Last time I saw you, you shot someone in the face.”
“Silence, fool.”
“Okay, then.” Shin got up to go grab his cue. The bar really was full of the worst people.
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((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.”
Neimi smiled as the black eight-ball clunked into one of the corner holes. It had been a battle all the way, but she had finally won. "Next time," she said not-so-jokingly, "we play for keeps, eh?" Then she caught sight of the other guy who had came with her into the bar.
{“So the guys and me were talking, and 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?”} Neimi saw him look over at the guy who had tried to hit on her, then to Fausto. {“Looks like it’d be just you and I.”} Shin jabbed a thumb to his chest. {“Winner, take all.”}
Neimi pretended to think about it for a second, but really her mind had been made up the second he stopped talking. Finally she nodded, and said "I plan to. Shall we go?" She offered him her arm, in the old world fashion, and chuckled.
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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!"
Neimi let her mind wander as Shin led the way to a cab. When they arrived at the bar, she called her attention back to the present with a shake of her head.
{"So, here we are."} Shin had a stupid grin on his face, one that Neimi gladly returned. "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~"}
Neimi continued to smile and stepped in the bar, taking a moment to soak herself in the sweet, sickly smell of sweat and testosterone mixed together with booze and blood. This seemed like her kind of place. "Well, Shin, who's up first, you or me?" She asked.
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“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.
Neimi smiled a bit as Shin ordered them up some drinks, and let out a low chuckle at the bartender's comment and Shin's reaction.
{“Ladies first~”}
Now laughing outright, Neimi said "And people say chivalry is dead. Very well, I'll see you in the finals." Neimi downed the drink, and began to walk towards the ring as the last match was being cleared up. The announcer came on, asking who would the next challenger be. Neimi stepped over the ropes, and told him she was next.
"Naw, lady, don't get yurself involved in dis stuff, huh?" He said, looking at Neimi's slim form.
"I'll be fine." She said curtly.
"All right, I ain't yur papa. Ladies and gentlemen, we have our next fight. This lovely lady over here is challenging someone we all know and despise, Jack Branden!"
Jack was not that large of a fellow, but his arms bulged with muscles, and his legs seemed as thick as a telephone pole. The announcer rang the bell, and Jack charged at Neimi while she was seemingly distracted, facing away from the center of the ring and talking to someone. At the last second, when he was about to crush her against the ropes, Neimi sprang up and over in a seemingly impossible jump, kicking Jack in the face twice as she went by. Jack went crashing into a heap next to the ropes, and the announcer was there in a heartbeat. Before he had gotten to one, however, Jack was getting back up. Neimi was on top of him then, jabbing and twisting and kicking various parts of his body until finally she twisted both arms behind his back, and he had to lay very flat on the ground. The announcer counted him out, and Neimi walked over to where Shin was, snagging a bottle of vodka on the way.
Posted by Tetsuya Shinbo on Apr 15, 2009 21:41:15 GMT -6
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Shin downed the vodka with a bitter twist. The glass clinked onto the counter as he moved towards the ring. “Wish me luck~” Not that he’d need it. Slipping under the ropes, he eyed his opponent. The other guy was thick and slow, a mountain of muscles. That was good. He was the opportune opponent for Shin. Slightly inebriated, Shin raised his fists.
“Lesgo! Cmon!” Tan fists flew in at him, but he swung around them grabbing the man’s arm and turning him in a jujitsu arm lock. The guy hit the mat as Shin pressed a knee on top of him, holding him in place. The referee finished the count. Rising smugly, Shin let the man’s arm roam free. It swung back to his side. The man rubbed it gingerly. Sliding into the bar stool beside Neimi, Shin gave her a smug look. “Not too hard.”