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(Setting/Bar) The Bizarre Beefeater, Night Shift.
| >The Bizarre Beefeater continues their usual service routine through the night, welcoming those looking for a good time.
| >A young woman enters the bar with a bandana tied on her head and a loose fitting jumpsuit that opens to a t-shirt that depicts a frog with text underneath that reads.
>'MILF, MAN I LOVE FROGS'
"Hey~o! I'm back! Is Ingrid working tonight?"
>Gomi says as she takes a seat at the bar.
| >>775009
"Welcome to the Bizarre Beefeater, ma'am."
>A staff member, the white swiss dressed in a black suit, approaches you when he sees you and bows politely as he greets you.
"I am quite afraid that this is just past Ms.Snow's working hours."
>He promptly answers your question.
"Although if you'd like anything else, please do not hesitate to ask. My name is Sniffer, the Butler."
| >>775033
>Gomi waves her hand dismissively.
"I wouldn't have sat down if I wasn't planning on stickin' around anyway."
"Besides, I could really go for a drink... or several. I've had it kinda rough lately. I'd take some gin, neat please!"
| >>775039
"Of course, ma'am."
>Sniffer replies, quickly grabbing a bottle of gin and an empty glass from a cabinet under the counter. He quickly pours you a glass of gin.
"Gin, neat."
>It was then that somebody else comes into view. It's Ingrid! Except, she's not in her uniform, with the suit and hat that she and the other staffs normally wear. Instead, she's wearing a hoodie and a pair of sweatpants.
"Oh hey, Gomi, right? Nice shirt, as always."
| >Walking in was a small girl, wearing a skirt going down to her knees, the rest of her legs covered by black stockings and flat footed red shoes.
>Her top was a basic black and white striped shirt, nothing special.
>Her hair was her usual style, long, straight, black, down to her back.
"What to drink tonight~?"
>Making her way to the bar, Evening takes a seat and hums to herself softly.
| >>775050
>Gomi takes the drink and promptly takes a sip, her face scrunches up and she coughs a little but she smiles.
"Thanks Sniffer! Appreciate you!"
>Gomi waves at Ingrid, with both hands.
"Ingrid! How you been?!"
>She pulls on her shirt to display it.
"Thanks! I found a box full of them in a landfill just outside of industrial, wonder what they were doing there?"
| >>775127
"Your compliment is appreciated, ma'am."
>Sniffer nods and quickly turns to newly-arrived Evening.
>>775056
"Good day, ma'am, how may I be of service?"
>Sniffer greets Evening as she takes a seat.
| >>775127
"Oh, nothing exciting, I was just about to go home."
>Ingrid replies, nodding at the small sling pack on her back. She takes a seat next to Gomi, nonetheless.
"But I wouldn't mind a drink or two before going home. Sniffer, can I have a Piña colada, please?"
>She continues, turning to order a drink before turning back.
"Oh wow, those landfills are on to something, huh?"
>Sniffer nods at the order and begins mixing up Ingrid's drink.
| >>775146
>Gomi nods
"There's tons of fun stuff you can find out there!"
>Gomi starts tapping her fingers on the bar.
"I'm happy you're doing okay, I had a bit of an episode. I yelled at Andy on the phone; Told 'em to eat shit. Then I almost watched someone get shot."
"So anyway, I figured now would be a good a time as any to get blasted."
| >>775156
"Sounds like one hell of an episode. Here I am mixing drinks and cleaning glasses."
>Ingrid says as Sniffer sets her drink in front of her.
"Piña colada, blended."
>She takes a sip from the glass of white cocktail, almost as white as her snow-white skin and albino hair and eyes.
"Thanks, Sniffer, you're the best."
| >>775143
>Evening hums to herself, seeming to make a show of thinking, head in hand, and a thinking face. After a few moments, she lifts her head off her hand
"I want something sweet...Maybe a Strawberry Daiquiri~!"
>A wide smile spreads on her face as she nods slightly.
| >>775182
"A fine choice, it will be just a moment, ma'am."
>Sniffer replies, immediately going to work with some strawberries, rum, cane sugar, and lime juice alongside some ice. He blends them all together and pours the resulting smoothie-like liquid into a poco grande glass before serving it forth.
"Strawberry Daiquiri, blended."
| >>775166
>Gomi shrugs
"Mixing drinks is a real important job, y'know. Some people can't survive without the sauce. 'specially here."
>She lets out a sigh.
"The whole thing got started cuz Andy's sister told me that she was planning on getting some drinks with him but I met her alone at some weird food truck."
"It made me remember my own brother and how he's not with me anymore. Made me fly off the handle and a few yards extra."
>Gomi absolutely kills the rest of her drink.
| >>775184
"I guess."
>Ingrid shrugs.
"Eh, Andy? He'll be fine. That smug asshole needs a slap every once in a while anyways."
>She replies, sipping her drink.
"But wait, let me get this straight, you shouted at Andy and watched someone almost get shot? Were they shooting because of you? Or..."
| >>775191
>Gomi grabs her bicep
"He's lucky I didn't catch him in person otherwise that slap definitely woulda been more than metaphoric."
>She waves down Sniffer.
"Hey Sniffer, can I get another please?"
>Gomi then lazily rests her chin on a closed fist.
"I'm gonna be honest, I wasn't paying much attention. I embarrassed myself so I buried myself in my phone, I looked up when I heard a commotion and some Lilim was holding a gun, it looked like a real Mexican standoff."
| >>775197
"Man, you really were pissed."
>Ingrid replies as Sniffer pours out another glass and slides it over to Gomi.
"Well? How did it end, the standoff?"
| >It was here, that a tall blonde in a ponytail, wearing a pair of sunglasses, a cyan blue bomber jacket, a tank-top and jeans walked in. If one with a keen eue glanced deeper at her physique, they would notice they were quite built.
>The woman would approach the bar, going to sit, quietly listening to the conversation.
| >>775206
>Gomi bounces in her chair
"Yup, I gotta admit my temper needs work but I can't say it was fair to Andy at least this time, but he definitely deserves something for his antics."
"I froze up and tried to hit the air horn on my motorcycle to cause a distraction, everyone was pointing guns and Chanka, y'know the oni? Made a break for them and the Lillim backed down."
| >>775261
"What a chicken..."
>The woman found herself saying. She didn't truly intend to intrude on the conversation, but since it was in the air, it was a little late to back out.
| >>775232
>Sniffer politely bows and greets the blonde as she take a seat.
"Welcome to the Beefeater, ma'am. My name is Sniffer, how may I be of service?"
| (Fuck, hold on)
| >>775261
"Oh damn, that oni girl? Didn't know she could be that fierce. I thought she was cute."
>Ingrid replies, seemingly surprised.
| >>775280
>Gomi nods
"Yup, I don't like to talk about people I don't know but back when I ran with bosozoku we used to joke around about her like she was an almost mythical figure, a cop that looks like that? And a highly capable one at that. I honestly didn't think she was real."
| >>775282
"Man, I really have to stop treating her like a child then."
>Ingrid continues, savoring the last bit of her drink.
| >>775183
>Evening watches with great interest, even though she's seen this drink made many times before.
"Ehe~ Thank you Mr. Bartender~!"
>Taking a small sip, she tilts her head from side to side.
>>775301
"But it's kinda funny to see her reactions to it...~"
| >>775262
"I wasn't talking about you."
>The woman replied simply as she turned to look at Gomi with a small smile.
"I was talking about the spineless Lilim you mentioned. I can't imagine turning down that sort of challenge if the Oni is as good as you say."
>>775277
>She shifted her attention to Sniffer, so as not to leave him hangin'.
"I'll have a piledriver, by the way."
| >>775352
>Gomi sighs then relaxes.
"Ok, good. I was about to get real ignorant."
"A challenge? You a fighter or somethin'?"
>>775301
"That sounds like a good idea! Especially after I saw her in action."
>Gomi starts twiddling her thumbs.
"I think I'm gonna start looking for my brother, after all... I owe him one after all these years."
>Gomi says as she pantomimes a punch at the air
| >>775350
"It truly is my pleasure."
>Sniffer replies with a bow.
>>775352
"As you wish."
>Sniffer replies, turning to the BTC machine, blended in with the shelves of drinks. He quickly mixes up a piledriver and slides the glass over to you.
| >>775350
"Well yeah... maybe I'll keep doing it. Maybe I'll actually respect her wish if she want me to stop."
>Ingrid says, her lips curling into a an amused grin when she thinks over what she'll do. She gives out a frustrated sigh, but her face still grinning.
"But then that's kinda the point, isn't it. This is hard man, why does the girl have to be bad ass?"
>>775355
"Yeah, girl, go for it!"
>Ingrid replies.
"I'm sure you can find him."
| >>775356
"Thanks."
>The woman would take a light sip of her drink, before setting it down, and looking to Gomi and Ingrid.
>>775355
"I don't know what your brother did, but it sounds like he has got what's coming to him."
>The woman would take another sip of her drink, before she went to offer her hand to Gomi.
"My name is Domino Stone, by the way, and yes, I am a fighter. Professionally."
| >>775359
>Sniffer silently nods, returning to the backgroubd as he allows you to talk to the others.
>Meanwhile, Ingrid turns to look at the newcomer. Her long, snow-white hair fluttering around a little.
"Hey, nice to meet you. I'm Ingrid Snow."
| >>775357
"Usually the tougher the girl, the greater the gap moe is~! Or at least, that's what I personally think~"
>Evening grins wide and chuckles to herself before leaning back slightly.
"Besides, what's the worse that could happen~?"
| >>775359
>Gomi wipes her hand on her pantleg before returning the handshake.
"I'm Gomi! At least that's what people call me."
"A fighter, huh? I used to find myself in scraps all the time back in the day. Your fights regulation?"
>>775357
>Gomi pumps her fist.
"Thanks, Ingrid. Promise me this though; You see a big guy with a stupid haircut named Gideon come through, I want you to lemme know. Just so I know he's even alive."
| >>775437
"Sometimes. I'm actually only in town for the Crown of Warriors tourney."
>Domino replied, as she went to take off her sunglasses, folded them and hung them off her tank-top.
"Either way it's nice to meet some decent people here in Glitch City, I had to break some pervs arm not even moments off the dock."
| >>775362
"I don't know, jail time?"
>Ingrid replies, shrugging and smiling as she answers.
"She's still a cop, disrespecting an officer might be an offense, I don't know."
| >>775437
"You bet."
>Ingrid shoots you with a finger gun, before getting up.
"Well anyways, I gotta scram now. Bye, guys."
>She continues. Sniffer moves up.
"Would you like an escort home, Ms.Snow? I'm sure the Typewriter wouldn't mind helping you, the streets have been quite unruly, especially with this rumoured tournament."
>Ingrid turns and smiles at Sniffer.
"Oh, I think I'll be fine on my own, thanks."
>Sniffer nods.
"If you insist, have a safe trip, Ms.Snow."
| >>775454
>Gomi hoists her glass.
"Thanks, Ingrid. Take it easy."
>>775444
>Gomi takes another sip of her drink.
"That's that open tournament yeah? How do the participants know who is and who isn't an opponent?"
| >>775486
"I've been in the tournament for the last couple of years, but usually you know when the camera jump out and some skilled Motherfucker comes at you punches, kicks and weird chi blast shit."
>Domino would take a longer sip then the last, and placed the glass down on the table.
| >>775486
>Ingrid nods and turns around, she stops to talk and say good bye to a few others in the bar, mostly serving staffs and security details, before actually leaving.
| >>775453
>Evening shrugs and returns, grinning a little bit.
"As a prior military officer, I don't see anything disrespectful about calling someone cute, childlike, or adorable~ Though, that's probably just me~"
>She giggles and tilts her head slightly.
"Though if they act on that impulse, then there's an issue~"
| >>775586
"I guess."
>Ingrid replies, as she walks away.
"I'm sorry, I gotta go, drop by later and maybe we can have this conversation another day."
>She says.
| >>775515
>Gomi polishes off another drink.
"That's a little extreme, hopefully the cameras don't start rolling when you're tryin' to take a shit or something."
>>775586
>Gomi laughs
"What? did someone 'act on those impulses' with you back in the day?"
| >>775630
>Evening gives a small wave and a smile as Ingrid walks off.
"I look forward to that day~"
>>775662
>Turning to face Gomi, Evening chuckles softly and rubs the back of her head.
"Ahaha...A few times, yes...I had to...'deal with them' accordingly~"
| >>775667
"I know how that feels."
>Domino said, as she held her drink, sort of sloshing it around in the cup.
"I've had to deal with more then a few bastards."
>>775662
"Now, the takin' a shit thing happened once in a tournament but uh... both the fighter and the Channel they were broadcasting it to sued the tournament a lot of money over it."
| >>775667
>>775686
>Gomi sighs.
"Being the only girl in a gang full of guys put me in a similar spot, Usually I could handle myself but I knew my brother would step in for me if I didn't."
>>775686
>Gomi looks surprised.
"No fuckin way! What was that camera man thinking?"
| "I dunno, but I bet the guy gets hella nervous in bathrooms now. The guy taking a shit in there might sue him for usin' the urinal."
>Domino finished off her drink for that moment, content to listen to the music for a moment.
| >>775730
>Sniffer steps in when he sees that your glass is empty.
"Would you like another drink, or something to eat perhaps?"
>Meanwhile, the band finishes up their previous song. Some of them tag in and out with different members playing different instuments. It takes them just a few minutes before they start up a new song(https://youtu.be/7hHZnvjCbVw)
| >>775717
>Evening gives a wide smile
"At least you had someone you could rely on constantly~ But hey, I think I turned out just fine, don't you think~?"
>She poses with a peace sign right next to her cheek.
>>775686
>Looking over to Domino, Evening gives a shrug.
"Deployment is hell, so it's a little understandable, but it's still unacceptable~"
>Finishing her daquiri, Evening lets out a breath and tilts her head from side to side.
|
| >A black-haired woman, most likely in her 30s, enters the bar. Her pale-blue eyes matches up with her T-shirt. She's dressed quite casually in a black V-neck sweater vest clad over the long-sleeved T-shirt. A pair of light gray sweatpants and a pair of cyan sneakers finishes off her costume.
>She makes her way toward the counter and takes a seat, listening in on the conversation but stays silent. Instead, she waves over a bartender.
| >>775730
>Gomi laughs and shakes her head.
"I dunno man, I'd probably trademark being a toilet fighter. My brother used to tell me gimmicks are important in wrestling wonder if that applies to the real deal."
>>775810
>She turns to Evening and looks her over a bit.
"You seem alright to me, I just wish I *still* had someone to rely on."
>>775734
"Sni-FFER~! Can I have another? and some onion rings."
>Gomi shouts with a smile.
| >>775734
"I'll take a Sugar Rush."
>>775893
"Well, there's a difference between gimmick and harassment."
>Domino said, matter of factly, as she went to push some hair behind her ear.
"Like, I knew a Lilim who used all of her body in a fight. Literally. I mean like "Taking off her arm and using it to whack someone in the head" shit."
| >>775893
>Sniffer promptly pours Gomi another shot of gin, sliding it to her before doubling around and mixes up a sugar rush at the BTC machine, passing the order for Onion rings to another passing bartender, who nods and disappears around the corner.
>The bartender later returns with a plate of freshly fried onion rings.
>>775937
>Sniffer turns around and passes Domino a glass of Sugar Rush.
| >>775866
>Another bartender, a tall blond man with a full beard, also in the establishment's uniform of a suit and bowler hat. He tips his hat at the new arrival and flashes her a charismatic, if not flirty, grin as she takes a seat.
"Good evening, the Butler's a bit busy, anything can I get you?"
| >>775734
"Oh~! Could I have something else that's sweet?"
>>775893
>With her order placed, Evening turns her attention back to Gomi, sustaining her wide smile.
"Ehe~ Did I not seem alright before~?"
>She pauses for a moment, her tone dropping a little bit.
"So, what happened, if you don't mind talking about it?"
| >>775996
>Sniffer nods, turning around to mix up a another drink. He mixes up cream with crème de cacao and crème de menthe, briskly shaking them together with ice and strains the resulting green liquid into a cocktail glass.
"Grasshopper, straight up."
>He says, presenting you with the glass.
|
| >>775990
>Gomi pumps her fist.
"Woo! thanks Sniffer!"
>>775996
>Gomi's expression doesn't even change as she answers.
"Well, I think that's part of the problem. I don't *know* what happened. I'll spare my life story. My brother led our gang; The "GC Banshees" back when we were in high school and he was the only friend I could rely on. We were a team. One day we got matching tattoos and the next, he just disappeared. This was almost seven years ago now."
| >>776004
"Matching tats doesn't really sound like somethin' you just leave from."
>Domino, went to subconsciously hold her arm a little. Perhaps something coming back around?
"... Tattoos are kind of like legal contracts. Once you make it, it's for life, and if you don't want it, it's a pain in the ass to remove."
| >>776057
>Gomi crosses her arms in a huff.
"Exactly, now you see what I'm dealing with. It was HIS idea anyway, A way to symbolize how we'll always look out for each other. He had graduated and passed the torch onto the next leader, we went to get tatted, then I wake up the next morning and his bike was gone."
"Now, I spend my days getting angry, sifting through garbage, and eating."
>She says as she takes a sizeable swig from her glass.
| >A small woman with vermillion hair and a prominent cowlick makes her way from the exterior of the bar.
>A sukajan jacket, much like one a bosouzoku rider would wear covers much of her small frame, its back and sleeves covered in embroided sakura petals.
>Her face was on the cute side of things, but her eyes formed a constant glaring look and a scowl adorned her cherry colored lips
>She approaches the counter, and jumps atop a stool, leaning forward
"Get me somethin' strong"
| >>776162
>The blond bartender grins at the newly-arrived redhead and turns around to gather up ingredients for a cocktail; a bottle each of tequilla, vodka, gin, rum, triple sec, as well as a can of cola and some lemon juice. He proceeds to mix them all together in a shaker with some simple syrup and ice. He winks at you while he shakes the drink and pours the resulting liquid into a highball glass and pour some cola over it, turning the drink amber. He grins and slides it to her.
| >The bartender then leans over the counter to the cute redhead.
"There's something strong for you. Hey, what's your name?"
>He asks, with the same confident but charismatic smirk on his face.
| >>776199
"what's it to you?"
>The girl spits out in a harsh tone as she takes the drink
>A sip is all it takes for her eyes to go wide and to send her into a hacking cough
"Ch-christ, fuck, shit yeah that's strong..."
>She puts the glass down with a thud and shakes her head
"I don't even know why I ordered that' I hate alcohol"
>she snorts, pushing the glass away back towards the tender
"woke me up though, and it was the right shit' mind making me a virgin version of that?"
| >>776206
>He was caught off-guard a little by the girl's tone, but keep smirking.
"I don't know, do you want me to call you pretty face red-head the whole time you're here?"
>He leans back.
"As for the order, do you want just normal iced tea or like a cola? We don't serve virgin Long Island Iced Tea, because without the booze it's just cola with lemon and ice."
>He says, nodding down at the half-full drink.
"Name's Balder, if you need to call for me."
| >>775994
>The brunette looks at the bartender curiously.
"Well, aren't you prince charming?"
>She comments, grinning back.
"Why don't you get me an Americano, and we'll talk."
| >>776209
"Anythin' but that, thanks."
>The girl cringes at the thought of being called such an embarassing moniker, her glare intensifying
"Name's Mikami, don't shorten' it, and an iced tea is good enough"
>She clarifies, closing a single eye, her scowl never losing any of its intensity.
| >>776212
"That wasn't so hard now, was it?"
>Balder replies, a look of victory on his face as he picks up another highball glass and a bottle of tea. He fills the glass up with ice and pours in some tea over it before sliding it to you.
"There you go, Iced Tea for you, Mikami."
| >>776210
"Deal."
>Balder says, turning to the brunette and doing a finger gun, clicking his tongue and winking again before he turns around. He picks up a few other bottles of spirits as well as a can of club soda. He mixes up an Americano in the shaker, pouring it into an old-fashioned glass over ice. He then garnishes the glass with a lemon twist and serves it forth to her.
"There, Americano, on the rocks. Why don't we start with your name, sweetheart?"
| >>776212
>Gomi takes another drink and is at this point, getting to be clearly intoxicated.
>She inspects Mikami's look and mannerisms before leaning back and speaking loudly.
"Hey, hey! A kindred spirit! You use to be some kinda delinquent too, right?"
| >>776217
"Musta' walked into some host club or somethin..."
>She says with a shrug, deciding that the bartender's attitude wasn't something she wanted to get into, she had enough arguing going on in her life as it was.
>She sips on the iced tea, enjoying it's taste before noticing >>776219
>She focuses her eyes unto your shirt, before lifting her glare upwards
"Used to be? Missy, them' drinks got your eyes mixed up, I ain't used to be nothin'"
>A pause
"I still am'"
| >>776221
>Gomi looks visibly excited.
"No shit? You run with a gang? I've been outta high school now for a few years, left most of it behind when I graduated. Used to be bosozoku, former second lieutenant of the Banshees."
>She wipes her hand off on her pantleg once again, and offers up a handshake.
"I'm Gomi, had the nickname since then, and it stuck."
| >>776223
>Mikami lifts an eyebrow at the hand you put forward but shakes it nonetheless, its a rough hand, small but with a firm grip
"I'm Mikami Neru, dont ask how its read, I kinda run with a gang, even got my back inked a while back, been lazy as of late though, I ain't the dangerous type"
>She's also not missing a pinky.
"Yer name's Gomi eh? I bet the gomi's also where you picked up that shirt?"
>There's a slight joking tone within her natural harshness, she smirks
| >>776226
>Gomi laughs at the remark as she swipes her finger under her nose.
"Actually, yeah. I did pick up this shirt in the garbage. It's what I do, I'm a scavenger."
>She relaxes back in her seat.
"Gomi's just a nickname. Back in the day, I had a reputation y'know? I was a real piece of shit. People had a habit of callin' me 'good for nothin' or 'trash' and it just caught on."
>She shrugs.
"But, I sell trash now. It's good for business, so I might as well own it."
| >>776234
>Mikami snorts, before taking in a long sip of her drink
"Better nickname than some I've seen' though they weren't hard to beat."
>She chuckles slightly
"So, does trash' sell anyway? bet ya' find interestin' drek down in there all the time"
| >>776254
>Gomi laughs with a giant grin.
"You wouldn't believe. For one, this city is an utter shit hole. People take comfort in the way things used to be and are willin' to pay good money for that comfort."
| >>776329
"Ehhh? S'that so? Well, I won't deny this town being a shithole, Even Sapporo made it look good"
>Mikami says with a smirk on her face before draining the rest of her iced tea and turning to the blonde bartender, her glare still plastered unto her face
"Yo, do you mind if I smoke in ere' or is that against some rule?"
>Though she asked, she had already produced a lighter and cigar case from within her embroided jacket, ready at any moment to begin smoking.
| >>776410
>Balder eyes the cigarette in Mikami's hand.
"Well, since you look like you're gonna smoke regardless, I'm gonna say no."
>He says, picking up a glass to clean.
| >>776218
"I don't think we're on the first name basis, so Lamiere will do."
>The girl replies as she catches the glass of liquor and take a small sip.
"Not bad."
| >>776411
"Glad to see ya catch on quickly"
>She was obviously not a fan of such rules
>She deftly takes up a large cigar from within the silver case before returning it to her pocket. Flicking her lighter and puffing a bit of smoke out of her mouth as she exhaled a soft, contented, sigh.
| >>776410
>Gomi finishes another drink.
"Sapporo huh? How long you been in GC for? and what brings you to this 'fine' city?"
| >>776483
>Mikami puffs out a large ammount of blue smoke from her cigar, seemingly lost in recollection for a brief instant.
"Mighta' been seven years now, or ten... Somewhere between or somethin'"
>She waves a hand as if to dismiss the thought
| >>776564
"Damn, been around a minute then huh? I guess whatever brought you here is keeping you then too."
>Gomi says, staring at the wall, lost in thought.
| >>776715
>The girl shrugs
"Could say that, I got responsibilities and all that drek"
>She turns to face Gomi, her glaring look meeting her eyes
>The natural shape of her eyes was what seemed to give her this glare, being slanted inward and with the whites of her eyes easily seen underneath the iris, the so-called Sanpaku eyes.
>It was an impressive resting bitch face, although judging by her tone it was also somewhat genuine.
"What 'bout you omae? Said you ran in highschool?"
| >>776412
"Thank you, thank you."
>Balder tips his hat at the compliment before returning to his former stance.
"So, Lamiere huh? Is that... French?"
>>776419
"That's not a rule anyways."
>Another bartender, a short-haired girl in a suit one size larger than her body, says as she walks up from the background.
"Stop ruining my chances, Haiden."
>Balder says, turning back. Haiden grins.
"I don't think there was much of a chance there to begin with. Come on, I'll take over."
| >>776784
>Gomi sits up straight like she's about to jump out of her seat.
"Yup! The GC Banshees, Bosozoku! We got in fights over turf, loitered, shoplifted, ran rallies, and made tons of noise! My brother Gideon used to be our leader and I used to ride in the back of the pack to keep the police away."
| >>776874
"Ehhh, so you weren't in a ladies troupe?"
>Mikami seems genuinely surprised at that
"The banshees was the name was it? Might have heard of it, I'd have to ask my partners though"
>She puffs out smoke from her cigar once more, her face morphing into a grin
"I'm not good at rememberin' names and all that"
| >>776935
>Gomi grips her bicep and pumps a big flex.
"I'm tougher than I look! Used to take on guys almost twice my size!"
"We weren't ever a super big gang and were never really big on movin' in on opposing turf but we always fought to keep our own! I think the gang is still around last I heard."
| >>777163
"Hmm, s'that so? So why'd you leave the gang if it's still goin'"
>Mikami asks, lifting an eyebrow
"Oi tender, can I get more of this iced tea, it's actually drinkable."
>She asks, curtly, while still keeping her gaze on Gomi
| (Ah, finally got my connection back...)
>Evening sits and listens to the two ladies, humming softly.
"Banshees, huh...Sounds cooler than my battalion~"
>She giggles to herself, before letting out a soft sigh
| >>777220
>>777286
>Gomi laughs then she speaks as she smiles wistfully.
"We were a gang of high school delinquents, fun is fun but good things always come to an end. It's tradition. Banshees that graduate always pass the torch."
"But uhh, A lot of my former family have nowhere to go cuz of that, and are stuck workin' hard just to eat, yakuza, or worse."
"Or, y'know. Diggin' through garbage."
| >>777220
"On it, miss."
>The new bartender replies, cutting off Balder. She turns to Balder, nodding at him and then to Lamiere. He sighs, letting the girl do the work, making another iced tea and slides it over to Mikami.
| >>777328
"I would think after graduation you would seek each other out, and things like that~ But I suppose high school relationships are a little different than groups of people being shot at, or something~"
>Evening shrugs slightly
"Can't say I have similar memories of high school~"
| >>776808
"I guess it does sound French, doesn't it?"
>Lamiere shrugs, looking over to the other patrons within the bar, listening in but not saying anything. After a while, she turns back and adds;
"But no, I'm not French."
| >>777328
"If they're in the business, maybe I know a few of em'"
>Mikami says with a sly grin
"Can tell ya' I'd say you made a good choice, diving in garbage is a messy lot for sure, but I doubt someone would shoot you over it, less' someone's real attached to their trash"
>She adds jokingly
| >>777364
>Gomi suddenly looks surprised like she just had some sort of revelation.
"I had never thought about this, but I'm never in contact with any of my old crew. I can never get a hold of anyone; 'sides one; My old friend Taichi. Maybe there's somethin' goin' on..."
>>777842
>Gomi brushes off her shoulders with a cocky grin.
"It ain't much but it's honest work. I actually have found myself in hot water for trespassing in rich neighborhoods with private security."
| >>777892
>Mikami laughs
"Well, I'd assume some folks would rather not have some of their trash dug up by someone else"
>She grinned once more
"But lemme ask ya, omae, ya got some good stories and finds?"
| >>777892
"Well, it doesn't hurt to call once in awhile~ Especially if they're an old friend~"
>Evening gives a wide grin and a thumbs up.
"And who knows, you might find your next adventure this way~"
| >>778672
"Oh, friends can lead you on some kind of an adventure one way or another..."
>Lamiere says off-handedly. Then, realizing she's just spoken her thoughts out loud, she nervously adds;
"Not that I would know anything about adventures, haha."
>A very forced laughter and a sip of her drink, she averted her eyes a little.
| >>778646
>Gomi laughs
"Stories? I got plenty of those. Few days ago I was diggin' around out behind a shop claiming to sell 'shamanistic goods'. There were all these little smashed bottles all over the trash, smelt nice, like for real nice. Figured out pretty quick that shit was oil; Right after I was done digging some idiot flicked his cig and the whole damn can went up in flames. I bounced so fuckin' fast. 'Least I found what I was lookin' for in the end."
| >>778695
>Evening gives a cat-like grin as the woman averts her eyes. She leans in closer to her and tilts her head slightly.
"I feel like you DO know something about adventure, miss~! C'mon tell us about them~!"
| >>778864
"Oh, not at all, miss. I meant to say... R&D is one hell of an adventure, that's all."
>Lamiere answers, turning her eyes back to face Evening.
"It's just, you get to create a lot of neat stuff."
| >>778900
>Keeping her smug grin, Evening leans closer still, staring deeply into Lamiere's eyes.
"I'm very familiar with professional deflection~ I've done it multiple times, so c'mon~ Tell me what other adventures you've had, miss~"
| >>779264
"Being in Glitch is an adventure in and of itself, miss. My career brought me here. It's quite an adventure for little ol' me."
>Lamiere leans out of the way, keeping up an innocent-looking grin of her own.
| >>779265
>Evening puts on a child-like pout before leaning back into her seat.
"Buuuu...So you didn't choose to come here like me then?"
| >>779266
"Well, I did choose to come here to further my research. Well, a friend convinced me to come here. Thay's all I meant."
>Lamiere replies, keeping up her smile.
| >>779273
"I still feel like you're hiding something...But I think I'll find out something eventually~ I always do~"
>Evening puts her smile back on accompanied with a small giggle.
"So, how did they convince you to come here~?"
| >>779276
"I have no idea what you're talling about, miss. Why would I have anything to hide?"
>Lamiere says with a pretty good poker face and take another sip from her drink.
"Oh, nothing special. She just told me that there would be a lot of 'opportunities' for me."
| >>779288
"Opportunities, huh...Fair enough, I guess~ I just kinda came here on a whim after serving my time in the military~"
>Evening sways from side to side and hums softly.
"Also, doesn't everyone have something to hide~? Like that once incident in grade school you still remember~ Or something similar~"
| >>779299
"Oh, I don't call those secrets, you can tell those to your friends. It's just not something you tell people you first meet."
>Lamiere says, nodding at their situation right now as to hammer home the point.
"Why don't we start with something more... typical. Name?"
| >>779258
>Gomi shrugs.
"I guess it's some weird hippie bullshit, or somethin'?"
"Point is, I went there lookin' for a dreamcatcher and I found one, I just damn near lost my eyebrows in the process."
| >>779348
"Those were just examples~ Some people don't like telling those to their friends you know~"
>Sitting still for a little, Evening hums softly, seeming to mull over the question
"You can call me Evening~ It's easier to pronounce, and I think it's prettier~"
| >>779606
"Well, I'm Lamiere, nice to meet you."
>Lamiere replies, finishing her drink. She waves over to the bartender, gesturing at her empty glass. She then turns back around to Evening.
"Anyways, miss... Evening. Why don't you tell me more about yourself. So far, I've been the only one talking."
| >>779608
"Nice to meet you too, Miss Lamiere~!"
>Evening gives a wide grin and starts to hum to herself again, putting a finger to her lips.
"Well...There's not a lot to tell about myself~! I used to be an intelligence officer~! After a short 10 years or so, I separated, and came here! ...And that's the short of it~!"
| >>779608
>Balder nods and mixes up another glass of Americano and slides it to Lamiere with the same charming grin.
| >>779618 >>779633
"Intelligence officer, curious. What did you so there? Is it interesting?"
>Lamiere cocks her head very slightly as she catches the glass of drink. She takes a second to nod back to Balder before turning her attention back to Evening.
| >>779634
"We just gather information about our enemy or parties of interest~ It's just a big game of I Spy, I think...
A lot of the soldiers didn't like my child-like way of looking at it, but it's a way to keep sane~"
>Evening giggles lightheartedly before shrugging slightly.
"Being shot at all the time and being serious all the time isn't good for one's mentality..."
| >>779635
"Oh, am I currently a 'party of interest'? Is that why you were trying so hard to crack my 'secret'?"
>Lamiere says jokingly before taking another sip from the new glass of drink.
"But yeah, I get why you would come up with the I spy analogy. Combat duty seems like it would be tough on one's mental health."
| >>779650
"Everyone in this city is a party of interest~ Everyone is interesting in their own rights, and all their stories are so interesting to me~!"
>Evening kicks her legs back and forth slightly, tilting her head back and closes her eyes.
"It is, it really is...Especially for those people just joining...They join for glory and all that stuff..."
>Her legs stop and she leans forward, her tone dropping for a moment.
"It sucks to see them leave because they can't handle it..."
| >>779677
"Mm, sometimes you just realize you fucked up at the wrong time. It's all honor and glory until your neck's on the line, then you just think if you'll have a second chance to reconsider."
>Lamiere replies, leaning back and looking up high.
"Well, I guess that's partly my job, to make sure they have the second chance."
| >>779716
"Young minds looking to be something greater than they actually are..."
>Evening leans her head back, staring up at the ceiling, chuckling softly.
"I only know because that's the reason why I intially got in...That and I didn't know what I wanted to do with my life..."
| >>779723
"Hey, at least you came out fine, right?"
>Lamiere turns back down and looks at Evening.
"Have you thought about what to do with youe life now that you're out?"
| >>779735
"I think I'm better than before, because I have some aim now~"
>Evening's tone lights back up, snapping forward and stretching.
"While I was in the field, we worked with drones a lot, and I mean a lot~ And wouldn't you know it, I kinda fell in love with them~ So my apartment is full of various junk parts that I want to refurbish, and either sell them, or cobble together to make drones~"
| >>779873
"Drones, huh? I think I might be qualified to make that."
>Lamiere mentions, she thinks it over and continues.
"Not what I usually do, but now that I think about it, maybe I can try."
| >>779889
"Camera drones are pretty simple once you've been around them, which is what I primarily make~"
>Evening holds her head and tilts her head from side to side.
"Right now I wanna make my drones smaller, but keep a decent quality...I'm slowly getting there, though~!"
| >>779898
"I'll look forward to seeing it in action. Well, maybe, if we meet again."
>Lamiere replies.
| >>779972
"'If'? Sounds ominous, and dangerous~ Yep~ It's decided~!"
>Evening's cat-like grin returns to her face as she nods to herself.
| >>780180
"Hmm, perhaps there's a secret for you to discover after all."
>Lamiere says, finishing her drink and leaving a credstick on the counter alongside some tips for the bartender to collect.
"Have a good night, Miss Evening."
| >>780283
"Aha~ I look forward to finding it~!"
>Evening tilts her head sightly to the side and gives a small wave.
"See you soon, Miss Lamiere~!"
| >Leaving her credstick on the counter, Evening jumps down from her seat and stretches.
"Welp~! Time to get to work~!"
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| >As evening arrives, the part-time staff of the Bizarre Beefeater changes their shifts. The bar starts to fill up with patrons as folks pile in for afterhour drinks and snacks and general merrymaking.
>The establishment, as always, is decorated in the vintage-style wood and leather. A soft light fills the room as the jazz band entertain from the corner (https://youtu.be/aLnZ1NQm2uk). The counter is staffed by the usual canine butler dressed in his suit, among various others.