What do you do with a Drunken Sailor?~

[Kookio]

In a large bar, Yoko a girl wearing a sailor's uniform sits at the counter in one of the stools, her face in her arms and a drink next to her. She had downed about three glasses worth of beer, and the bartender had cut her off from drinking anymore. She had a horrible day today. Firstly, she lost a match, then her "fans" came around and tried to flirt with her, and then her plan to get people to see that she's a girl failed after she spent a hundred dollars on jewelry in an attempt make herself look pretty! Still wearing the necklace and earrings she bought, she was just drinking the day away.

But of course, it was not over. Because of course it wasn't. The girls who had came to her earlier had found her again at the bar. Shallow smiles on their faces as they realized they could take advantage of the drunken sailor girl and manage to make her say/do something she'd probably regret in the future. "Yokoooo~ Heyyy~ What are you doing here, handsome?" one of the girls said, leaning closer to the sailor as attempted to use her womanly charms to attract Yoko.

The Sailor girl looked back at the couple of girls, her face red from being drunk. "I-If you think.. Shom bimbos l-like you could trick me into d-doing shumtin dumb, yur shu-shtupid..." she replied, knowing exactly what they were doing. "Whaaat? Us? Pffft. Nooo, dummy!~ We wouldn't do anything. We just wanted to make sure you were okay!~" one of the random "fans" lied, attempting to manipulate Yoko into believing her.

Yoko wouldn't normally fall for such acts. But she was depressed drunk and not in the right frame of mind. Additionally, she had a small bit of hope that maybe someone actually did care about her without wanting to date her. "O-oh... Okay. Yeah then I'll... I'll come with you." she said, standing up and stumbling in the process. If not stopped, she would about to make a mistake.

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[Monsy]

Tonight was rolling well. A night on the town, strolling streets and finding a new spot to get some vibes. She started walking in and out and many small places, sipping a cocktail then leaving amidst the crowd. No one really asked questions when you were wearing horns, a resting bitch face and walked like you belonged. She soon found another joint. Huge. It had a bar right down the middle with a large open floor, with booths along the wall, neon signs and scattered cultural memorabilia all over the walls. Even had some arcade machines from the nineties and 2000s, even some of those driver games where you had pedals and a seat, ping-pong, skee-ball and an alien-shooter.

They mostly drifted into the background, adding lights to an otherwise dim atmosphere. People blended together, bumping shoulders and having a small dance party around the floor with light-up tiles, splitting the wings of booths. The music wasn’t much to nod too. It had a beat, but mostly drowned into the background. The people were pretty tame otherwise. Speaking of whom -- you got used to extravagance and some folks standing out. Dress-up, the odd cosplay. Light-coloured yellow dresses even. She spotted a sailor from the midst. Cute, tipsy and popular. What got her attention was the gold on her neck and ears. It didn’t suit the fit at ALL. But it would suit her pockets quite well.

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So she took a sip from her sangria, fixed her skirt and stood up, talking a straight shot towards the crowd and little miss popular. A forearm was settled over Yoko’s shoulder, leaning so her head was against her arm. “Whatcha’ dorks doin’ with my date?” She said, glancing at the small party of girls, “Hmmm? Go rub up on somebody else’s girl. Ya got options.” A hand grabbed Yoko’s wrist, giving it a small tug towards herself. It was mostly to grab her attention, where she glanced, tried to meet their eyes and come to a silent understanding. Then she walked, trying to lead Yoko towards her booth. “Come love..”

[Kookio]

"Ehh?? The fuck do you want, horns?" The fan who was clearly the leader of the group said, narrowing her eyes at the crimson haired girl, putting her hands on her hips and giving her an annoyed look. She was mad that she was about to score with Hinode when this woman just came along and interrupt her moment. But when Angelina spoke, the fans would have a much larger reaction from the small crowd than one would originally expect from such a simple action.

"W-What the fuck!? THE Yoko Hinode has a... A... GIRLFRIEND!?" One of the random fans said with a lot of shock solidifying her emotion on the matter with a loud gasp. The leader stumbled back and used the bar counter to balance herself. "o-m-g. I need to tell people! I'm gonna get so many likes on Twitter!~" she spoke, barely even interested with the fact her plan to seduce Yoko had failed now and revealing her true desire which was clout chasing.

"Wh-what..? We're not- woah!" Yoko was too drunk to understand what Angelina was going for. But thankfully because of the wrist tug, she wouldn't ruin the plan to save her. The sailor girl was pulled out of her stool and sloppily left some money for the many drinks she drank on the counter behind her. All the while the "fans" were taking pictures of the two of them on their way out, thankfully being satisfied enough not to follow the two of them.

"What the h-heck are you- hicc doing?" Yoko asked in an unamused tone once the two were out of ear shot while following the stranger that was pulling on her wrist. After finding a secluded area of the bar, Yoko would attempt to yank her wrist away from Angelina's grasp, not wanting to move until she had gotten an understanding of what this girl's plans were. Well, as best as a drunk girl who could barely even stand straight could. She had a lot of trust issues when it came to random strangers, so she was showing some initial hostility towards Angelina.

[Monsy]

Oh boy.
Just who the hell was she chatting up? Well, she got the name. But the stuttering, the stumble and the stares. Even the phones pulled out for a brief snap photo-op until they pulled away. Was that necessary? Fuck sake. It was fine at the end of the day. Just fuckin’ inconvenient as all hell. Thankfully, they slipped away just fine. She didn’t fight the counter-tug and let them slip her grip. By now, their voices had enough carry for some conversation. Angelina simply kept walking and took her seat back at the booth. It was round, went around a circular table and had high back cushions that topped off at her horns.

“Doin’ ya a solid. Ain’t easy bein’ miz populah, huh? Yoko Hinode, was it? Ya look positively shit-faced, yo.” Angelina extended a hand before gesturing to her booth, then slapped the dark blue leather. “Come sit before ya fall flat on ya ass.”

She sunk back, then took her sangria for a sip and looked forward towards a flatscreen TV tucked in an upper-corner. Perfect angle. Looked to be playing a talk show of some sort. If Yoko didn’t oblige after a couple seconds, understandably with all that beer-smell and holding her guard, she shrugged, and loosely pointed her hand back from where they came. “Or go back to them. Your call, dorkstick.”

[Kookio]

What kind of accent was this woman speaking? Yoko in her shit-faced state could barely comprehend the words that were coming out of Angelina's mouth. Thus, it would take her a second to respond every time she replied. "Ie'm not sh-sh-shit-faced. I'm pufectly fien hicc. But I'll shlit dowen but onleh becawse I wahnt to.". She spoke in slurred words, obviously shit-faced as she stumbled over to the took a few moments to feel the blue leather of the booth and letting out a chuckle at how smooth it was before plopping herself down next to the other girl.

"Fuuu-ack noh Ie'm not going back tew thoze hicc weirdoos! Th-they just wanna date me... AHLL GORLS JUSHT WAHNT ME FUR MY LUKES AND N-NAWT MY PERSUNALTY." her mood quickly shifting form normal, to angry, to furious, and then she just leaned against Angelina, clutching onto her shirt and sobbing violently. She would continue to rant about her issues as if this girl she had just met was her therapist, but between the slurring of her words and the sobs, it would be impossible to tell what half of the things that were coming out of Yoko's mouth were. The only things that were understandable was something about how Yoko had tried all these different girly things and how nobody even treats her like a girl.

[Monsy]

Girl gave her motion sickness just by listening to her. She seemed one drink away from getting sick. Guess that meant she should hurry up with her sangria before the girl got any ideas. But, like a puppy, she certainly knew when to listen for her own good. Angelina just sipped from her straw, first keeping eyes on the TV until she was grabbed by the shirt, where she jerked around, being a dime to a quarter in size compared to Yoko. She coughed, choking briefly on her drink before setting it down when there was only ice remaining. Right, now this was a mess.

“Eh? Well, duh.” Angelina shrugged, “Looks are like a shiny door. Everyone wants to open a shiny door. Still, what’s inside will determine whether they’ll stay or ditch. Same goes for you.” She reached up, took Yoko’s wrist to pry it off and pushed their head to re-balance the girl. Hard to imagine this girl registering anything of what she’s saying, or remembering it -- but noise filled the void and kept her gold still. Given they were at the 'use me as a tissue and ragdoll stage' -- she even threw her leg over theirs, turned and took a direct seat on their lap. A hand kept holding Yoko’s wrist hostage, with her other grabbing Yoko’s chin, tipping it up to meet her eyes. She played into being sincere, smiling, her chin tucked down to give them a more personal stare. Like their worries were the centre of her universe.

“Tell me abou’ this personality. Why should they want ya for it?”

Not long after, a server came to their booth, spotting her empty glass. Angelina used her free hand to show them a two gesture. “Can I get some jagerbombs?” And they nodded, obliged, took her empty glass and went on their way to leave them alone.

[Kookio]

After she was stopped using Angelina like a ragdoll, her loud sobs turned into sad sniffles, tears still falling down her cheeks while looking up at the thief who was now sitting in her lap. She looked like she was about to break into sobs again at any minute like a dam patched up by duct tape. Thankfully, she made absolutely no attempt in freeing her wrist that was being held hostage either.

"W-well. I-I'm n-nishe, a good lishtener, c-caring, I-I know a lot aboot shea lifesh, I-I c-can give good advishe!" she would begin talking, her words still slurred. Angelina was distracting her completely from whatever she was doing. The sailor didn't even notice that Angelina was sitting on her lap now. The more reasons she listed, the more choked up Yoko thought as she looked like she was about to cry again. It was like she hadn't had a good cry in years.

She did hear the request for more Jaggerbombs however. "Wh-what'sh that? Is that more alcohol? I c-could ushe shome more alcohol..." she would say despite knowing that more alcohol wasn't going to be good for her at all.

[Monsy]

Drunk and venting to a stranger in your lap. She wondered what kinda advice she’d have for that situation. Had to admit. It was kinda super adorable hearing it. A small laugh broke in the back of her throat. She almost spat. Almost. At least it was coherent nonsense. Girl had eyes like a skyscraper under the sun. She reached back across the table, picking up a loose napkin laying around, then wiped away those tears one eye after the other. “Oh ya? I bet.”

‘More alcohol’ -- Angelina’s head shook. “Ya could use a lot of things right about now, and alcohol is not one of them. I really don’t wanna be the one that makes ya go belly-up. But if ya really want a shot, then ya just will have to beg for it.” A smirk propped up, then she reached and plucked their sailor’s hat. It would be a minute before the server came back with those shots. Two was a good measure. Enough to down it all herself. Enough to share. For now she just wanted them babbling.

“Til then -- why not tell me somethin’ about sea life? I nevah fished much or hit the aquariums to take an interest, only for a brief hit while reading abou’ the cambrian explosion. What’s somethin’ neat ya don’t normally know? Fun fact me.” She spun the hat around her index, then plopped the thing on her own head, resting between her horns and playing it off with smiles and a wink as a subtle ‘gotcha stuff’. Whatever would hit it off.

[Kookio]

She didn’t know if it was the alcohol or something else, but hearing Angelina’s words and tone had actually gotten the sailor’s cheeks to get a little redder. ”B-BEG!? Begging is too embarrassng for a sailor like me, dummy!“ she yelled in response, scooting her body closer to her opponent to the point where their bodies were touching. She childishly puffed out her cheeks to let her opponent know how angry that made the moody sailor.

But as fast as her mood had switched from sad to angry, it switched back to happiness upon hearing the next question. “Well, we usually spend eight to ten hours a day out on sea attempting to catch some fish to sell for profit. But our method mainly involvesh throwing a BIG large net into the water and then pulling the fish net back out ushing our handsh!” She would say. She was in the middle of her ten minute long line of fish facts when she noticed that Angelina stole stole

“Give that back!” she would yell, reaching for the hat. Shockingly, the drunk Yoko had a little scheme of her own whipped up. While she was acting like she was desperately reaching for the hat, she would also sneakily reach for one of the alcoholic drinks. If she managed to grab one of the shots, she would immediately down it in one go.

[Monsy]

Eh. Four out of ten information. She asked for cool facts and all she got were boring life deets. Guess she wore that fisherman story on her sleeve. It almost seemed comical when she looked at it. But what wasn’t a snore was them pushing in close. A small tinge of friction as Angelina’s lower-spine touched the table’s edge, then pressed belly to belly into this girl while listening to her beer breath. “Usin’ ya hands, huh.”

Angelina mostly flinched her head and used her grip on their wrist to ward off the grabs. Drunk as she may be and bold as that made her, it didn’t flip the fact Angelina was way too sober to lose her edge while on a hunt. Her glance caught Yoko’s reaching hand and together, she pushed both wrists over her head, leaning assertively til their chests kissed and Yoko’s back was pinned firm against the leather. A brow was raised. That kind of glance and firm voice that reads a cue of ‘really?’ “Shots ain't free. Beg for it.”