What do you do with a Drunken Sailor?~

[Kookio]

"Wh-what!?" she said in a surprised tone, genuinely shocked that she didn't think anything of it. "Sh-Sho I'm boring!?" she said while the emotional drunkard's tears began to form again. "M-Maybe I really am only looks and no personality..." she muttered in despair just audible enough for Angelina to hear.

She didn't have much time to think about that though because she found hands being forced into the air, finding herself in the position all those other girls would die to be in with Yoko. As if a steam explosion erupted from the top of her head due to her brain overloading, the sailor girl froze entirely, not knowing what to do or say in a situation like this. Begging was embarrassing... But she REALLY wanted that drink...

"F-Fine!" She gave in to the woman's commands, "I-" her throat tightened from being flustered. "P-Pleashe let me have one of those hicc shotsh... Pleashe..." She begged, staring into Angelina's eyes while her body squirmed and therefore accidentally grinded against the thief's from embarrassment.

[Monsy]

Yoko is REALLY making her work for that prize with this emotional support nonsense. She wasn’t sure where it came from. Of course, it served for great ammo and at least made it easy to know just where to press. For now, though, she was in the zone. She had the girl stuck and they could get on with the party. And like a flute, they played nicely. The sound of flustered begging as she rubbed on her so pitifully. A thing of beauty.

She smiled, “See? Now that’s a good girl.” Angelina put their wrists together, then used one hand to pin both. The grip was nothing special. Her hands were not big after all. She reached back and picked up a jagerbomb, brought it over and placed it by their mouth. “Open.” Commanded Angelina, where if they obliged, she’d feed them the shot in one quick dump. Then, when that was over and the glass was empty, Angelina tabled the empty shot glass and ask. “Still thirsty?”

[Kookio]

In her drunken stupor, it was almost as if Yoko had somehow forgotten that she was most likely much more physically strong than the thief. She could have easily broken out of the pin that Angie had her in. But yet, she stayed there, her cheeks flushed red as a never before seen side of the sailor was being shown right before her acquaintance's eyes.

Seeing the drink being presented to her, the sailor swallowed some saliva that was building in her mouth before closing her eyes and opening her mouth, leaning her head a bit forwards with want and anticipation for the alcoholic beverage to be poured directly down her mouth. And there it came, the drink was poured directly into her mouth in one go. Unfortunately she couldn't swallow fast enough to fit it all down her throat so some ended up spilling out of her mouth and onto her sailor's uniform. Once done, she would open her eyes again and nod. "M..More please..." she begged again, opening her mouth once more and prepared for another shot of a refreshing Jaggerbomb.

[Monsy]

Oh, the strings just kept enrapturing this girl’s wrists and skull. Come her time in the clubs, bars and pubs over her stay in Japan, she knew it was a fifty-fifty shot whether the drunk was totally brainless, on a loop or still clinging onto themselves. Once they start to argue, it’s hard to make them keel. Yet, like a puppy, they bowed before her the treat and Angelina had them flushed.

“Yeah?” Her head tipped a nod. She looked amicable to that request, seeing how they begged so well. Being the most benevolent pirate, Angelina took the second glass, then drank it herself. Then she leaned into them, putting down her knees to raise herself, hovering over with Yoko’s head being more chest-level as Angelina gave them a fluttering look, came down, turned her head, rolled some red hair around her ear and dotted a kiss to their lips. They were soaked in alcohol, with her tongue carrying the bulk of the shot which poked in-between, trying to play, whisper and invite Yoko for a small sloppy duet. Such a couple would give them all the alcohol one could ask. The burn, dizzying thrill and subconscious rush as inebriation seeped in, warm and wet as alcoholic mouths became one.

It would be brief, but it’s all she needed.

[Kookio]

Yoko watched with shocked disappoint as Angelina drank the promised Jaggerbomb. That was supposed to be hers. She was about to say something when the thief had crawled closer to her, causing her to pause her complaints. She didn’t entirely know what the girl was planning so would inhale again to say something. But before she could get her words out, she was interrupted by Angelina’s lips pressing deeply against hers and she could feel the transfer of liquid between their mouths as her tongue had accepted the invite to play with each other. Yoko’s arms reached up and gripped onto her partner’s shirt. Since the transfer was a bit messy, some of it ended up dribbling down the side of the sailor's lips. Taking in the shot would push Yoko from going drunk to wasted.

As their lips parted, Yoko’s lips would stay parted while looking up at Angelina, panting her hot breath and giving the more dominant and sober girl. She had the drunk sailor perfectly wrapped around her finger, basically allowing her to do anything she wanted at this time because she was drunk to the point where she would say yes to anything without even thinking.

[Monsy]

Heesh. Look at them. They seemed dazed and operating on a stick-shift to keep themselves wound together. After leaving their brief spell, she stayed postured over them. A hand brushed back their hair, slow and tender with a smile to boot. Whatever kept their attention right here. “How about you and I get a taxi.” She cupped their chin, brushing a thumb beneath their bottom lip to wipe up the excess liquor. “We get ya home. Safe. Then, we can see about this personality ya got hidden. I’ll even show ya mine. Looks included. What do ya say, love?”

It came with a small bite on the inside of her lower lip, adding a head tilt as she asked them. If they had any brain cells remaining, then they’d know exactly what she’s inviting them to.

[Kookio]

Yoko nodded at the offer to get a Taxi. Its not like she could drive any time soon anyways. "Y-Yeah... I need tew go hoomee" she replied before Angie cupped her chin which got her to shut up real quick. She looked up at her partner, her cheeks blushing a little red from how assertive she was being. Even though she had been experiencing what it's like to being on the other end of an assertive flirt basically all night tonight, she still was not used to it.

That's when Angelina brought up the part about showing each other their personalities. "AHA! Sho you did help me out so you can HAVE your way with me..! W-Well f-fine! I'll give you a little t-treat for shaving me from thoshe fansh..." she would say, yet another decision she wouldn't have made if she were sober.

[Monsy]

Her eyes rolled, “God, what a dork thing to say. Have ya tried not bein’ cute?” It didn’t matter much, but she faked a laugh to tac on. Afterwards, Angelina got off, first taking a seat then standing up, stretching with her arms overhead. “I’m gonna pay my tab. Try and pull your shit togetha', alright? We’ll need to walk a bit to the taxi stand.” And afterwards, she’d be gone into the crowd, heading towards the bar to talk to someone. Naming her bill would be easy, as which other customer, let alone a foreigner had her look? At least that’s the hope. She’d also be stuck dealing with leftover Yoko fans as well, meaning her trip would be minutes before coming back.

[Kookio]

Yoko wasn't going to humor the thief's flirty joke with a response. She watched her disappear into the crowd. Alright. Time to get up, Yoko. The wasted sailor pulled herself up from the seat as she stumbled. The world was spinning for the girl, but she managed to stumble through the crowd and out the door to the street. Oh god... She was thankful she wasn't the type to hurl because of motion sickness.

She looked around at the road in front of the bar. She could see some headlights in coming down the road. It would take her longer than normal for her to recognize it was a taxi. She waved her arms out, hoping to catch its attention. Thankfully it stopped of her and she lazily got into the car. "w-wait- before w-we go. S-someone else is coming. J-just give them a- hicc second." she told the driver while they waited for Angie to come out.

[Monsy]

Didn’t take that long to come back around. But when she returned, she scoffed, kicking the booth. “This lil’ shit. Oh, I can just mug her. Oh, I can really just mug the shit out of her.” She went outside, looking left and right to see where a girl in a sailor suit went off to. “Where in the absolute seven-sea-fuckin-shit did ya go?” Angelina pinched her nose, walked along the sidewalk until she found headlights and the taxi’s roof piece. Normally, you enter the front car in a column, then find the sign to say it’s ready. But here there was only one, and she went up to the window, spotting Yoko and giving a knock for the driver to open the door automatically, closing it behind her after she sat down, smiling. “Yo, wazzup? You tell ‘em where we headin’ already?”