Come at me Bro!

[Caborn]

It was almost eight at night as the shark sat at the bar drinking. Wearing a white tank top and jeans, Mako would be chugging down another bottle looking bored as fuck. Typically, the shark came to bars so she could fuck, fight, or do both at the same time. Tonight however, there wasn’t a single girl in the joint. Now this wasn’t a problem normally since Mako couldn’t just fuck a guy after kicking his ass. Except not a single guy seemed worth the effort. Just a bunch of businessmen, wimps, and losers.

To make matters worse since she was the only target literally everyone was hitting on her. Some she ignored, most she told to fuck off, and some she had to put in a choke hold until they submitted to her. But while it was fun to make a couple of cocky assholes call her mommy, it didn’t get her motor running. So here she was, sitting alone while everyone who watched her choke out a six foot Russian avoided her. The shark would just have to wait and see if a hot woman walked in. Then she could beat the shit out of everyone so she could get the girl. Just in case that didn’t happen, though, Mako started flipping through her phone contacts. Looking for names of sexy women she could call for a decent fuck while she continued to drink.

[BlackAkuma]

Ah, fuck, that’s Mako.

Army came to that realization as he sat a few stools down for her at the bar, sipping away at a drink with a name he’d forgotten. Some kind of rum, not all that good, it didn’t matter.

What did matter was that he’d come to this particular bar looking for a place to chill for the night, nothing special. He’d only joined LAW a little while ago and he was still trying to find his footing with the place. He knew Tokyo. He knew wrestling. But this was a new company with new people and a new way of doing things, so he was learning how to adapt. He didn’t want to make the same mistakes he’d made during his first run at wrestling, where he’d made more enemies than he could count on two hands.

That meant playing it cool. That meant being chill. That meant not starting beefs that were over half a decade old.

He side-eyed Mako through the gloom of the room, giving her a good look over. She looked about as fit as he remembered her being, maybe even in better shape, which was no small accomplishment. She’d been in top form when they came across each other last time, and he’d been sore from that fight for weeks after. To say nothing of the hook-up they’d had after…

Mako was a handful, he recalled that much, as liable to fuck you as she was to fight you. He was happy to see her in good health, but he wasn’t sure he was in the right frame of mind for that sort of thing tonight, so…

Stealth mode. He stood up and tried to saunter his way past her to the exit. No sudden moves. Don’t draw her attention. Almost there, almost there, and-

[Caborn]

Mako would perk up as she felt a large presence behind her. Normally she’d claim it was her sixth sense to know when a good fuck was around. The truth of course, was that she noticed a large shadow pass over her and after long time waiting, the shark was really hop in that it belonged to a big beast of a woman who’d do terrible things to her and her kitchen table. (No way she’d waste time going up stairs)

Sadly, as Mako turned around she’d find a big piece of man meat in the middle of shuffling stealthily. Or at least trying his best to in a country where he was heads and shoulders above almost everyone. So as the shark realized the man in front of her was in fact, not a woman, the look on her face emphasized her disappointment. However, he was much better looking than the Russian, looked like he could take a beating, and hadn’t said a word to her. All of which made him the best option she’d found all night. What the shark didn’t realize, though, was that not only did she already know this guy, she’d already fucked him too and completely forgotten.

“Hmmm…ok you’ll work…come on big boy. Your backs got a date with my kitchen table.” Mako would say as she got off the barstool and grabbed Army by his wrist. The woman wouldn’t even wait to hear his thoughts on the matter as she tried to pull him along. Looking to drag him out of the place one way or another.

[BlackAkuma]

Just a few steps and he’d be at the door and home free. So close, almost there, reaching for the handle and-

Army’s slight sense of relief was crushed when he felt a familiar hand grab his wrist. One second, he was minding his own business and trying to make a discreet exit, the next he was being pulled along like a fish on a hook, as if Mako had just found her favorite teddy bear for the night and was taking it home for a night of snuggling. Probably not too far from the truth.

Army should’ve known he couldn't get away from her when she was like this - she’d always had this weird horny sense going on. He wasn’t expecting her to be this direct, though. ”MakoMakoMakowhatareyoudoingstopstop-”

They got all the way outside before a stunned Army put on the break and snatched his arm free. ”Jesus! Do you ever cool off?” He ran a hand through his and stepped back to fold his arms. ”All this time, and not even a ‘hello, good to see you again’? You go straight to sex?”

[Caborn]

Mako had managed to get the big hunk of meat outside before he finally broke free of her grip. Not bad for hauling a guy bigger than herself. But the shark let out a groan none the less as the man put the brakes on her attempt to use him like sexualized fast food (Or fast fuck in this case). Clearly Army was all bent out of shape from the woman's antics. Complaining about her constantly being in heat all the time.

"Why the fuck would I do that?" the shark would respond blatantly to his remark. As if there was a good reason to cool off and not be horny in her mind. But what she heard next did throw her for a loop. Honestly she wasn't surprised he already knew her name. Lots of people did. But hearing him complain about saying hello and seeing each other again was a bit of a mind fuck. Did she know him? (Yes but she didn't remember that.) "Again? Buddy I just met you. Well not met cause I don't know your name...more like I found you...anyway depending on how fun you are on my kitchen table we can talk about 'again', but first we need to get there so come on boyo. Mommy's bored and horny." Mako would explain, trying to be stern so she could get him home faster.

[BlackAkuma]

Mako was drunk. Super drunk. That was a problem. Sober Mako was already a handful, but hammered? God, that was a Category 5 shitstorm waiting to happen. Army stood there, arms folded, looking her over as she rambled his way, and he couldn't be sure if she genuinely didn’t remember him or if that was the drink talking. Was kind of hoping for the latter, though - he liked to think he made an impression.

Whatever the case, he had a few options on how to deal with this. His first inkling was to just walk off and leave her be, but knowing her, that would just exacerbate things. Again, Mako could be nuts when she wasn’t drunk off her ass. Plus, he didn’t like the prospect of her driving home drunk. She was in no condition to drive a bicycle, much less a three-ton hunk of steel.

His best bet? Follow this through. At least for a little while.

”I’m, like, a year older than you, Mako. Don’t do the Mommy thing. It’s weird.” Especially since he knew Mako’s mother, and holy shit, he hoped she didn’t get roped into this. ”Fine, we can go back to your place. But I’m driving.” He pulled his keys out and thumbed towards his truck, motioning for her to get in. ”Don’t vomit on the seats, just got it cleaned.”

[Caborn]

Mako was starting to feel like this guy was being over familiar with her. And not in the let’s go fuck. More like in an annoying older brother sense. Honestly if she had literally any other option she’d jump this ship and fuck the other one. But since there wasn’t she had to work with this hunk.

“Fine by me.” She’d say as Army told her to get in his truck. “You’ll end up getting used to the mommy talk when I’m riding you anyway~” Mako chuckled as she walked over to and got in the truck. After buckling up the shark would lean back and enjoy the ride. Of course it hit her then…funnily enough like a truck…how the fuck doc this guy know where she lived?!!!

“Uuum…buddy…the fuck is this?” she’d ask as they drove in the exact direction of her house. “How the fuck do you know where I live!? If you’re a stalker I swear to god…oh who am I kidding I’ll still fuck you but believe me I will not be gentle!” Mako would say, technically threatening a potential stalker with a good time.

[BlackAkuma]

Army sped along the Japanese streets, making good time - well, for Tokyo traffic, at least. This area of town was, thankfully, not too crowded during this time of day. It wouldn’t be too long to get to her place, if it was where he remembered it being, and Mako hadn't moved somewhere else and was just too drunk to mention it.

His eyebrow shot straight up as she talked, making it clear that she didn’t recall their time together - not that surprising, it wasn’t like Mako was ever short on sexual partners, and being drunk off her ass wouldn’t help her recollection. A little depressing to think he didn’t leave enough of an impression to stand out, though, and it almost made him eager to try and correct that for the future.

”Mako, we’ve met before. We’ve fucked. A couple of times. I’m Army, Armado Rodriguez, you seriously don’t remember me? Think. Think hard.” Army gave her a sharp glance. ”And how the fuck would I be a stalker? You nabbed me out of that bar. I was about to fucking leave and you damn near tried to kidnap me.”

[Caborn]

Mako stared at Army as if in deep thought. Of course all she was really thinking about was if she really fucked this guy before. Of course she WOULD have. He was hot and looked fucking tough. Now the name seemed very familiar. Rodriguez…Mako knew she fucked a Rodriguez or two before. But those were women. And Army here would NOT pass for a woman no matter how drunk she was.

“…Heh…yeaaaah…that is how I tend to find fuck buddies…I was literally kidnapped like a month ago or something. Crazy bitch…I should call her…” Mako would say, as if trying to steer the conversation away from the fact she couldn’t remember this guy. Maybe if she saw his meat? No that didn’t work in the past…

“One sec…” she said before trying to grab the sides of Army’s neck and turn him to see the back of his head. “…Welp I guess I didn’t peg you, huh? Hehehe…” Mako would say, still failing to remember the man.

“No. Wait I can figure this out! How did you hit me the most?” She’d ask, probably sounding like a crazy person. “If we fucked then I definitely fought you too. No way I passed up that chance when you’re built like this you fucking stud you…” Mako would add, hoping some compliments would help smooth over the fact she’d forgotten him.

[BlackAkuma]

Some things in the universe simply did not change. The sun rose and sat everyday, the sky was blue, and Mako Adachi was the horniest thing walking on two legs.

Army had a deep sigh as he turned another corner, unsure if he should be happy that Mako hadn't changed much from what he remembered or concerned that she was getting older and still not maturing. He supposed it was good that she was consistent, at least, but it was frankly amazing that she hadn't fallen off a cliff or something, living like she did. She just had no thought for consequences when she did something.

Something like, say, pulling at the head of a person driving a car and taking his eyes off the road.

”Mako, fuck!” Army swerved hard as she grabbed the back of his head, forcing him to run up on the curb for a horrifying moment. He got things right soon enough and made it back to the street, but it earned them a few curses from pedestrians down the street.

”Fuuuuuuuuck.” He groaned hard as he slowed the car up and glared her way. ”Look. Mako. I know where this is going, and so can we just…” Army let out a long exhale and forced some calm into his speech. ”Do you want to do the fight/fuck thing at your apartment? Will that get you to calm down?”