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"Beer please"; Very very open
Topic Started: Apr 20 2008, 05:37 PM (711 Views)
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The door of the pub swung open after a few minutes of loud engine roaring and skidding. Strutting into the bar in ticks, the purple haired woman calmly made herself comfortable on the bar stool and took another long drag from her long, thin cigarette.

She was quite the woman in a catsuit that was quite the sight and yet still elegant. Her hands were clasped together as her head rested on them, yawning lightly in thought...

Alisha doubted that she'd be accepted back into the school after such a long absence. She was rather worried; Alisha promised herself that she would try to attend to the classes regularly like any normal student. However, her background didn't allow her such a comodity; she nearly got caught by her father and had to hit the road as soon as possible. Even though a few months passed, Alisha hoped that was her last getaway.

She looked idly around the bad and sighed as she seen it empty. Indeed it was midday, lessons were already taking place and there is no way that she'd recover this day. As looked at the bartender, she called him foward as she spoke with the cigarette between her lips and smoke elegantly flowing freely in the air from its tip...

"Beer please, ah sorta need I' fast a'right, kid?"

Quite a day for the first day of coming back to near AHS.
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Moments after the young woman in the catsuit had entered, the sound of a jeep arriving, and parking in a nearby space had died down. The bar doors opened quite abruptly, and the sight a silver haired young man walking in was apparent to all. He was dressed in simple clothing, a black t-shirt and blue jeans, but he also had on a button down shirt with artwork of Irken technology patched here and there. People turned to see who it was, but a good deal of them already knew who he was. Especially when he made a little declaration to everyone in there.

"Goooood afternoon assholes!!"

At that moment, there were whistles in the air, with cheers of "Haru!!" coming from all directions. Yes, Haru Ichijou was a regular in that bar, especially after his radio show ended in the afternoons. After all, a guy needed a place to hang out for his lunch break everyday, and the place was close enough to the station. And just by that reaction, he was liked by everyone there, especially the bar management, thanks to the publicity he gives on the air.

As he walked up to an empty barstool, the bartender had instinctively reached for a bottle of Jack Daniels. But this time, he wasn't in the mood for the usual. "Nah, not today. I'll just take a pint of Guinness to start with." With a nod, the bottle was replaced, and an empty glass was grabbed instead. Once he had finished with the previously placed order from the young woman on the opposite end, he got started on that pint. Anything for one of his best patrons.
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Probably Haru was able to spot quite the motorcycle outside the door, fancy yet looking fit for some good stunts on the road. All black, with an elegant written "Dreamare" on its bodywork.

Alisha's head turned to face the door...or rather the man by now. It was a rather rare sight to find a nice looking man nowadays, or so she thought. She didn't really bother to cover her cleavage, nor really closing the cat suit completely (she never did, the zipper only closes up under her navel and enough to cover her private area).

Her gaze followed the silver-haired man with the tip of the beer bottle touching her lips. Her face slowly started to bear her very classical cheeky grin as the man made his rather big declaration. Well it's after all a man, her primary target to decorate her bed for the night.

"My my, wha' a han'some lively man we got 'ere~" Alisha murmured to herself as her gaze did not let go of the man. With her hands in front of her mouth she covered her grin, however her eyes were like windows to her mind.

Suddenly, the biker's brain bulb lit in seconds.

Alisha called for the bartender and slipped him a list, murmuring the following to him:

"Give da lovely man wha's on this list 'n one glass an' serve I' to da othar man on da othar side. Da bill's on meh~"

Alisha chuckled as she sat back in her seat; it was a list that had at least six or seven, a mixture of a very powerful black drink that she made herself since she does work as a bartender herself. Quietly sipping on her beer, she waited for reactions...
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Ahh Guinness... probably one of the best beers to enjoy after having such a long day. Though in Haru's case, he was entertaining the Japanese masses for 5 and a half hours. At least his show was never stale, he could always find something to poke fun at, much to the chagrin of his production director. But it's all worth it for that first off-air drink.

It was unexpected though, for another drink that he didn't order to just show up after he finished his first, most times someone chips in by his third one. Usually the second one was something a bit harder, but this one was the same color as the one he just put back. Before he could ask, the bartender pointed over towards the young woman that picked up the check for it. Truth be told though, what was in that catsuit she had on had his attention faster then a dress hitting the floor on prom night.

Well damn... ain't this my lucky day... Shooting her a devilish grin of his own, Haru took what was ordered for him and drank it down. After a moment, something that barely any bartender on the face of the planet have ever seen... he flinched. Whatever the hell that was, it had some kick. Not since he knocked back those 4 horsemen back to back that time did he ever feel something like that. It's official, she just became his new best friend.

Taking a moment to whistle over how good that was, he reached into his wallet and pulled out three 1000 yen bills to cover his earlier drink and tip... and another one of those. Getting the bartender's attention to make another order, Haru got up and walked over to where she was sitting, before taking the barstool next to her. "I hear I have you to thank for that one." He said, before reaching his hand out for hers. That one deserved a handshake. "Haru Ichijou, god of all Japanese radio. And you are?"
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A cheeky smile slowly started to twist into a rather flirtatious grin in a rather slow pace, turning to face him calmly as she extended her hand and shook. Of course, not to mention that she was doing this for the sake of showing herself off rather indirectly.Being quite aware of herself, all she really had to do was act a bit and be a woman by the book.

"Aah, ahm Alisha Tufur, lessay, queen of da road, goddess of ma own work garage~?" She said as she chuckled lightly, "An' no need t'worry, yer face jus' showed some...neg'tive feelin's so t'say, so ah jus' thought t'cheer ya up mm~?"

Alisha crossed one leg over the other and tilted a bit foward, her arm naturally just resting onto the bar as she looked straight in his eyes confidently. For a woman that looked like one of those bitchy bikers, she was very calm and...friendly.

As she sipped on her beer her gaze didn't only remain locked onto his eyes but also cruise a bit down...and back up to his face once more, "So hun, wha' makes ya da god of all radios mm~? Ahm rathar nu y'see..."
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Oh yeah, this one's a lot different then some of the other girls he's seen before. Haru's been around women of all types... loud, obnoxious, meek, etc... but all of them have proven to have one thing in common... they were all aggravating to him. Hell, he was bored to death while he was in McJiggles, but he had to be there thanks to work. But having to deal with all of these people, not very many of them were interesting to him.

Alisha, on the other hand.. now this one didn't seem like she was pretending to be someone she wasn't. Just how she was carrying herself, and he meant all of herself as he painstakingly made sure of, showed that there was maturity on her behalf. That, and she was drinking in the bar in the middle of the afternoon, that had to count for something. And the best part? She thinks he's in a down mood.

"Me? Negative feelings? Today?? Oh no no... there's no chance of that today, not when I had one of my best shows ever." He honestly did, and anyone in that bar who listened to it, which would be.. well.. 98% of the place. Here's a clue on how bizarre it was, he had a Japanese female Middleweight boxer, going up against a Featherweight Muay Thai expert. Mind you, the Muay Thai expert... was a midget. Funniest fight ever, especially cause the midget won. But then she mentioned something that was almost unnerving... She's never heard his show, which he could forgive thanks to the fact that she's new in town.

"Well let's see... I have three times the ratings then the next guy what wants my spot, enough promotional endorsements to go into a store and get what I want for free if I'm ever short, and the fact that I'm on the pope's most wanted list for calling him the commander in chief of the Vatican's alter boy "training camp"... kinda gives me that title. So, how about you Miss Tufur? How did you get the title of Queen of the road, hmm?"
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What a nice man~

"Aaah see, well ahm sorry ah was simply...assumin' y'were~" she chuckled as she sipped on her beer, "Y'kno' yer face's qui'e expressive, mhm. On da othar 'and, ain' a mind readar eitha'~" However truth to be told, she was only fishing for the man, and apparently he bit the hook quite eagerly as them men usually do. No wonder though; indeed Alisha emitted the feel of being rather mischevous and yet, she was mature to be still under 20. The American-born young woman was rather loud and arrogant, yet mellow when it comes to her haulings. She has to yet wait one year to end her teens, yet her physique and mental status have long surpassed the artificial limit of age; while she had the full body of a woman she also had undergone several experiences, therefore matured earlier than the rest.

Alisha smiled cheekily as he asked about her title:

"Aaaaah tha's a result of whackin' ass an' drive on da road all yer life~" She said as she drank the rest of the beer in a blink of an eye after saying so, which was half-full before she gulped down, "No' gettin' lost in da roads like a douche an' simply be the fastest motor on da loose. Y'kno', police find I' hard t'even see da numbar plate." She finished the sentence with a grin, looking up at the ceiling as her hand settled the bottle down on the bar. Then rested her head on the hand, gently holding it up as her eyes scanned the rack of drinks to see what she could do next.

"Ah daresay tho', roads o' Japan are a li'le too small than those 'n America. Competition's a li'le bi' shitty considerin' all da machines tha' are produced 'ere~" Letting out a sigh, she ordered another beer for herself, giving up on the rather poor choice of alcoholics, "Ah bet I's true when they say tha' I's skills that mattars af'er all."

As the beer arrived in front of her, Alisha looked at Haru as she giggled and said, "Y'seem t'be a rathar curious li'le man, arentcha~?"
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*OOC: Steals a very from your statement, and my apologies for this interruption*

Today was a good day, despite being a working day. Some souls worked the 9 to 5 grind, some souls such as Haru and Alisha did specialty work, some people were killers for hire. Perhaps for them it was indeed a good day, but for a man wearing a jade monocle and currently attempting to park a car, it was in fact a great one. If one could have the joy of calling their work a hobby (which this man did) then any success in the work place should transfer over to regular life. Alas though, Humble Jack was not having any such luck at the moment in his attempt at the parking of his car. Well, it really wasn't his car either.... Some detective was going to be righteously mad about how many curbs and polls poor Jack had managed to hit. The car had been a 2008 Toyota Prius, it now looked far more like one of those box shaped cars... without the nice lines. Smoke was of course pumping up like a train's steam engine, and the brakes made the most god aweful high pitched squeal as the car came to its final resting place next to Alisha's motorcycle.

It took quiet a lot of effort to climb out of that car, considering that it and Jack alike were both smashed. The good detective had thought to leave gin in place of coffee in the thermos, and Jack had obliged himself to that also. While blinking, Jack looked over the files that he had pulled from the still smoking car. Good, everything I need is here to confirm it. Now... what better place to hide than a bar? And a bar with this name MUST be a bar worth visiting...

Jack trotted in through the doors in a not so humble matter, grinning from eye to eye and looking entirely out of place in his completely white suit. Yep, the loonies were out again. This paticular one brandished a cockney accent that could make ears bleed. "Ello kiddies, Unca Jack just had a fan fucking tastic day at the office. Let's say we celebrate with a round on me!"

No better way to get your name known then to give out free booze. Well, there was, but those are unmentionable. Jack pulled out a wallet from his left jacket pocket, fumbled through the money and then decided it was a better idea just to toss the whole damned wallet down on the table. Not like it was his... "I need some Bailey's or Gin, or Guinness or some'tin English!"

No, he really did not need anything 'English,' but want was the key. It was at this point that our dear Jack got distracted by three things. Two of them belonged to Alisha and were barely hidden by her suit. Humble Jack really wanted to get a closer look at those, but was also distracted by the voice of Japan's radio head. "Oh, extra round for him, extra two for the twins." He pointed the bartender from Haru to Alisha's body art.

"Brilliant show today mate, damn well kept me alive while I was mining away at the files." To demonstrate which files, Jack slammed the ones he had carried in on the bar. What was in those files had been the Domino Town Police force's business up till now. But by the sound of the distant sirens, they were interested to make it their business again.
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Alisha looked at the doorway as the another source of hectic heat approached the bar and raised an eyebrow; she noticed that there was something up to no good going to step in the building and apparently she was quite right. As she saw Jack getting in and heard the distant sirens, Alisha coughed a bit at kept her gaze on him with her hand overlapped on each other and hiding her mouth, her bottle of beer held loosely between her fingers.

However her ears didn't bleed at his accent, for it didn't bleed at her southern accent which is quite rougher so to speak. Also, she started to hope that his vehicle didn't hit hers as well. Alisha did realize that his bunch of poor conditioned heap produced too much heat for being in good condition, poor thing.

As he started to offer rounds and ordered a couple for her abundance of nice lumps, she chuckled at his humor. Yet she still was worried; police was the last thing she needed to deal with. She quickly glanced at Hiro, then back at Jack.

"Wha' made ya racket yer way 'ere, john bull?" She said as she grinned cheekily behind her hands. Might as well entertain herself while the fun lasts eh? Shortly after she gulped down her beer and lower her hands down and straightened her back, letting her "twins" being shown under her tight clothing rather royally so to speak, still bearing her cheeky expression.
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"Pssh, don't worry about it. Hear I've got quite the poker face honestly."

Oh, Haru indeed listened to everything Alisha had to say, even keeping from leering over everything she had to present. It's scary really, she actually interested him to the point where he was quite interested in her little story. Don't get him wrong though, he could tell that she was laying out the bait, but sometimes it takes a pull on the line to see what was really on the other end. So far, the gamble is working.

Y'seem t'be a rathar curious li'le man, arentcha~?

"You'd be surprised. Besides, you seem to be interesting... what's the quote... "Southern Belle" yourself."

Now, when they say the phrase, "Bad Timing," it truly meant that moment, as the sound of a car straggling to make it to it's destination was heard throughout the inside of the bar. At the last wheeze, Haru just closed his eyes shut and shook his head, solemnly thinking to himself If that at all even scratched my jeep....

Eventually, Jack made his way in as he finished his second of Alisha's little concoctions, and the greatest phrase of all was uttered... a round on someone else but him. Damn, this was turning out to be a damn decent lunch break... and he still has about 15 minutes before he had to head back to the station for prep work on his next show.

Brilliant show today mate, damn well kept me alive while I was mining away at the files.

"Ah, my adoring public. Ok, what am I signing today..." It was quick, but Haru pulled out a black Sharpie from his left pocket. The guy had a very noticeable English accent, but having been hanging out with Sage all these years, he's learned to hear through it. But as he saw all the files on the counter, and the sounds of the police in the distance, but arriving closer, the marker was just as quickly shoved back into his pocket. "...besides your affidavit, mate?"
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"It's Jack. Humble. Humble Jack..." He really was attempting to explain how to properly say his name while slurping down whatever the bartender had granted him. Oh, and on top of that he was making hand motions with the syllables of every word he spoke. Being called John Bull was something that Humble Jack did not like, despite the accuracy of the statement. It should also be noted that Jack instantly fell in love with Alisha's accent, mostly because it made his look so damned proper. Jack wanted to be understandable, at least in his speech patterns. "An I don't speak Americanese, but I think what ya try'n to ask is 'Jack, ya handsome devil; why've ya wandered in ta this place while the poppycocks are hard on ya tail?'"

He paused, actually considering how he would answer such a question. One could not expect the drunk to think before speaking. It was at this point Haru almost signed something for him, and then gave the sad sad rejection. "My Affidavit, mate, is so long we could use it as a valid system of measurement from Tokyo to West Abby."

Jack at this point did not honestly know what an affidavit was, but he assumed it to be something like a rap sheet for all the things you've done wrong. Oddly enough, the culmination of all his 'jobs' probably would be over a kilometer in length if listed out in 12 point times new roman font. Though it was tempting for the drunken mind to imagine such a beautiful list, The Humbleman was not just here for his own pleasures. "An I didn't want a siggy anyways silly. What I want... what I need..." He leaned in a little to make the point solid. "Is press."

With that, The Humble Man gave Haru a wink and stood up from his seat, falling down and recovering from that fall in less than the blink of an eye. In fact, the only sign Jack had fallen was that the barstool was still on the ground. "And to answer your question... both of your question..." He pointed again over to Alisha's breasts, very proud of the fact that he was still only seeing two of them, "I saw this bar and said, "I haven't had a Dirty Sanchez in forty damned years!" Plan was honestly just to walk in, humbly buy a pint, and then go change into something a little less show offish for the police... but I saw the three of ya and just had to grasp hold the situation."

At that moment a miracle happened. Humble Jack's absolute drunken state collapsed down to a very heavy buzz. At last, he remembered why the files had been stolen in the first place! "Well, it's been nice everyone; and remember Haru that the name is Humble Jack, or The Humble Man. I swear to upon this very bar that you'll be seeing a lot of my work in the coming weeks."

He wanted to up and leave, really he did. But the possibilities of a bar show down were just too much to pass up. Rather than get up and go, Jack simply remained standing and staring at the front entrance, waiting for the cops to burst through. Those sirens weren't getting any closer, and the beat of rushing boots could be heard approaching the door.
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"Like, dude? Ma face's right 'ere~" She chuckled as her mischievous smile only spread wider, "Ahahaha take I' y'like ma extensions, bu' I's a pity they ain' da only thing tha' exist, y'kno'~?"

She shifted in her seat as she looked straight at Humble Jack. If he was humble, Alisha then must be that pure angels from the skies. She started to chuckle to herself at such a entitlement, which made her feel better that she knows who she is in the first place.

"American an' not Americanese y'John Bull~" She said as she balanced her grip on the beer with the position of her hand, "Now, y'migh' wanna fix da car if y'hope of dodgin' da rest of da caps y'see. Ah can still feel da engine's heat from 'ere, not a really good sign ma 'nglish friend~"

She just had to say that; the fact that she can heat-detect has become quite handy for her numerous times, Alisha bet that this time was also good for advice.

In fact now that she mentioned the police, her face started to crack into a serious expression. Police? Alisha does definitely not own a really good conduct with them, especially when this woman simply rushes on the roads like a madman in a midnight spree on her powerhouse of steel.

"Yer goin'? Go if y'have to! Ah dun need trouble t'day." She said as she got off her stool. Alisha was already preparing to get out of the place, with her body being shown off completely due to her skin-tight suit which apparently didn't even affect her at all. However she didn't walk because there was Jack in the doorway and the street devil started to look more serious by the second, "Godthefuckdamn. Whatcha gonna do Haru?"
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What I want... what I need...Is press.

Hearing that produced a deep laugh coming from Haru's diaphragm. Ol' Johnny English here was nothing more then a good old fashioned conman. Better yet, this guy was actually pulling off the humble act as his name portrays. At least he wasn't disappointed about not receiving the autograph, that actually didn't offend him as much as some people with his status. But seriously, all this... just for public recognition? Audrey would see it... hell, the whole bar would see the twisted grin on his face when he finally composed himself.

"Well, it's been nice everyone; and remember Haru that the name is Humble Jack, or The Humble Man. I swear to upon this very bar that you'll be seeing a lot of my work in the coming weeks."

"That's a pretty big statement pal. 'Cause you know, this IS my favorite bar after all. But if you can live up to that promise, I'll give you all the on air press you want."

And that's when the sirens, and marching, started to become louder. And the once composed Alisha was starting to panic. True she was giving off the impression that she wasn't, but even Haru could tell that was a front. Just then, as his last order was set on the counter, an idea came to mind. Slamming the concoction down, he looked over the somewhat nervous young woman. "Quick question, just how long can you hold your breath?"

He didn't even give her a chance to answer, as he grabbed her up over his shoulder, grabbed the 99% empty glass and ran over to an empty booth. Facing away from the door, and putting her in to where her back was against the wall, Haru only had one more comment for her. "Just remember, make it look real." He was sure she was going to question that statement, but he had already started to lower himself to make it look like he had pressed his lips against hers. During that time, the glass that once held the drink she had bought for him was also placed on the table, on his side of course.
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There was just so much happiness going around the bar. One should imagine that happiness and alcohol belong together, much like a snazzy sexy couple should mesh well. Alisha might have been talking about problems, but her chest was just so... happy here and now. Further more, she mentioned that he needed to be staring at her face! Well, that wasn't so happy, but the Humble Man had an argument to bring her to his line of vision. "Now now, lass... ya extensions aren't the only thing that exists, but I'm starin at dose cuz everybody's got a face. Not to say ya face ain't pretty, but there's six billion faces round the world ya know? Only half of that have the potential to be gifted what you have, and only thirty percent of that half are in the age category of my liking. Of that 900 million only 8% are actually endowed in the mannerism you have been, and only 1% choose to show it off! Now that leaves us with 720,000 very unique women whom I like to compliment with a continuous glance. While that number seems astronomical, evenly distribute them around the earth and you'll find that you my dear, are a diamond in the rough."

Yes. He had just monologued breasts, and actually managed to compliment Alisha (at least in his own perspective of the term 'compliment') while doing so. While the numbers and calculating might have seemed impressive, was it so hard to imagine that a thief should be damned good at number crunching? Alas though, Alisha had brought up a good point about running from the cops. That car was broken beyond repair, but the buzzed mind of the Humble Man quickly worked out that further drunken driving was an idea most foul. Could cars keep up with him anyways?

"Nah lass, strip any parts ya want from that junk heap... but I should fill up the kind detective's flask for him. "Can ya fill us with some Gin por favor? That's a good lad." Jack tossed more coin in the bartender's direction, currently completely distracted from the whole idea of leaving. Haru gave him a laugh and a promise, which made Jack smile all the brighter. Press would soon be his, everywhere. He'd be famous again, this time for good.

Thinking such thoughts led to a mild surprise when he turned back to see Haru and Alisha doing what lovely couples do best in the corner. Obviously Haru concurred with his speech, but Jack felt it necessary to point this out. "Now ya see, dat is beautiful. Oh, and Alisha, that detective's gonna be losin his job for dat flask, and probably gonna want some car work done too. See, good day!"

Que the ironic entrance. Three cops all but barged into the bar, which we shall now pause and chuckle at that play on words. Now that the laugh is out of the way, we have a serious matter to be discussed. Three cops had there guns drawn and safeties off, pointed toward a man in a white suit with a Jade Monocle. "Top o'the day to ya Longhats! Sit down an have a pint, it's on me!"

Let's review what normally happens to basic cops sent in to capture a nemesis. According to every movie and the majority of AHS situations, these men would either be dead, raped, or some combination thereof within the next thirty seconds. Thankfully for them, the Humble Man was a thief, not a murderer. Frankly, his powers would not allow for him to touch a single hair on their heads... whether he wanted to or not. Since the law did not know this, an awkward silence passed through the room.

"Ya supposed to say 'Freeze asshole!' Den I say sometin witty and get away, and you come chasin after Jack. So let's try again, Hiya Longhats!"

"F-F-Frrrrrr"

"-Fuck it, you're buying us a lot of alcohol asshole. It's a good thing we found all the files you so kindly... rearranged."

With that, three cops put their guns away, nodded to each other and took a seat at the bar. The Barkeep already had shots for them.
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She felt rather weird as the humble man monologued her breasts. Normal drunkards would have probably dared to fondle, try and be on top of her, kiss her randomly, whatever sexual and sensual is temptative. Though talking to a pair of breasts? Made the woman itch in weird feeling; being compared to a diamond wasn't so bad though which was somewhat of a good consolation.

When Haru cornered her and went deep between her lips, she didn't really expect it yet it was rather exciting since it was out of the pretty blue. Alisha was trapped and being hidden at the same time, what a lovely way to end when the police barge in. Even though she tried her best to make it look real, so much that it was almost nearly a makeout. She peeped at Humble Jack and raised an eyebrow at what he said, but then she continued on her happy activity in the corner.

The cops where there, she didn't have a really good relationship with them and yet she's enjoying herself in the corner. Breaking off the lock for a moment, she whispered to Haru:

"'F they rec'gnise meh I's gonna be bad fer me..."
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Now THIS was actually unexpected. All Haru had done was lean in to throw off the cops, and apparently Johnny English over there as well. But Alisha took the "make it look real" comment to this extreme. To be honest, he was prepared for the slap to the face of all time. Instead, he got the biggest treat of them all, and the best part is that he's mostly sober to enjoy it. And damn, this girl was good, it was like she was actually enjoying this.

Haru heard the talk that was going on behind him almost as intently as he was busy "making out" with her. Oh, who was he kidding? It almost was at this point, and only with a fool, or someone who swung that way wouldn't enjoy this. But then she pulled herself back, much to his disappointment, but he wouldn't let it be shown on his face.

'F they rec'gnise meh I's gonna be bad fer me...

"Then I guess we can't have that, can we?" He whispered back, while motioning over to one of the waitresses working on the floor. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a 10,000 yen bill, placed it on her tray and pointed over to the three cops at the bar. "You see those three? Make sure their glasses aren't empty for as long as that holds out." He also gave her an extra 1,000 to make sure she keeps shut about it, with her returning a grin. As she walked off while Haru put his wallet back in his pocket, he shot Alisha another of his devilish grins before he whispered something to her.

"You might want to keep an eye on them. First chance we get, we'll get you out of here. For now, as I was saying..." What did you expect out of him? Something sensible? She was pretty damn hot, she kissed him, and most importantly, she liked it. Time for round two as it was, as he lowered himself onto those lips of hers again.
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