Mitsusawa, Yamane's Story

By then of course Attila was hammered, two wines and he was down, but then he did something odd. "A pretty name, Mist, I like it." He smacked on the bar, carusing the coffee cup of the patron next to him to freak out and explode. "Bartender!!.... oh excuse me" Attila broushed the ruined coffee mug aside. "Bartender, the wine keg please, Oh, and a funnel"

The tenth round was about to begin and once more the Preacher and The Lady Maverick were still in a dead heat. The Basalisk was indeed happy to own the Dancing Mug, daily bar fights happened in that place, and yet somehow, the Basalisk, a currently as yet named fellow whos last named ended with "dax" was actually a good .... well, calling a Basalisk a man was bad manners. So he was a happy thing.

Tossing aside the fountain after unstopping the keg of wine, Attila said as he held the cork, "First ot let it breathe....." He waited a beat, then two, then three themn pitched the cork over his shoulder "ENOUGH not to drink!" and he just up and tilted the keg into the funny into his maw and guzzled.

It looked like Mitsu had her drinking buddy.

Mitsusawa, Yamane smiled broadly and genuinely for the first time that day. She has been up for three days straight, but only remembers the last 24 hours given the psychic perils she had to experience during the first 48. Not that she at remembers it, but she knows that she was drunk during at least half of it. Why else would it be such a bothersome blur? It was all bad. She knew she was running, the last thing she remembers was being in The Void, now she was here. She knew she should stop, but this is what made her happy.

Other peoples lives of shame and intolerable decisions of faux and denial? That was for the unholy gods! But THIS? This truth? This inhibition? This blackout seeking fun of an activity? THIS IS UNCARING LOVE OF THE MOMENT. She would brace glory without grace.

"Give me one of those, but full of stout. RIGHT NOW!" She shouted.

She joined the new acquaintance on the table, dress skirt lifted, lacy thong with stockings showing. She accepted the keg and knocked that thing back without hesitation. Just a broad smile and concentration etched on her face.

The final round was starting in just a few minutes and Attila had alrady knocked back two kegs of wine, and, somehow in it all, lost his funnel. But did not seem t ocare much on that fact as the twenty fifth round was starting and so far his bets were paying off. Sitting on the bar top his back against Mitsu's own as they both drank endlessly. Attila cheered seeing his prize payout being exactly as he had hoped. "I win!" He slurred before tiliting off the bar and somehow landing, though like a slime, on his feet and bombing towards the stool before getting into a headbutting match with it before climbing back up and promptly faceplanting in Mitus lap before getting his bearings and missing a step landing int he bar sink. "Shay" He slurred to Mitsu. "Wanna go for a drive ? I have jkeys!" He jangled the shiny things in his hand before hiccuping.

With both of them drunk, that was not a good idea

Mitsusawa, Yamane was very fortunate for two things about her body. She didn't get poisoned by most things she ingests, and she was very responsible when drunk. In fact, she somehow was able to pinpoint accurately tap into other's minds as a sort of back up mechanism in order to know what she is doing and getting around. Having went blow for blow with the cat creature, and probably finishing with a sweet shot of liquor, she now had somethings to do.

Through the process of slightly slurred but telepathic coherence as well as quick actions, she paid both bills with 100 credits tip, managed to scream about needing a room, paid for two night advance, and somehow snatched the keys being jiggled at her within whatever a minutes worth of time should have been. Certainly in a short enough time to watch the drunken stupor of her new drunk acquaintance to put a smile on her face once more.

She would grab Attila and levitate upstairs to wherever the room was designated to be.

"No drive when drink."

By that point, Attila had lost the keys, and his collar, and felt naked, but somehow didnt care. "But what about m'bath ?" He asked drunkenly before focusing slightly, they had rooms ? Oh that was good, that was good indeed! "Lead the way!" He then promptly passed out in her arms, his hands holding a bag ful of his winnings of the split bet he'd made.

Mitsusawa, Yamane also had some winning, as she only bet on the winning team, which she would have used to pay the bills of the bar and all the lodging with. Leaving whatever was left as a tip, and carry over in case they would stay longer. She would carry the cat creature all the way up. Whom smelled quite horrific at this point. But she would care not. She would place the man in his bed, and she would sleep next to him, uncaring of anything and everything. Simply wanting to fall into deep slumber next to her drinking buddy.

Attila woke up with a jolt, muttering a weird form of gibberish before realising he didnt have his collar on. Patting around int he dfarkned room for it he soon found it and put it on. "Ah much better. Now where are my keys ?" He continued patting around himself and removed from his belt, a good few thousand credits. Good for gas and tolls along the spacelanes really. He fell off the bed with the needage of food on his mind but somehow found his way to the bathroom. A momnent later and the sounds of someone emptying their guts was heard

Mitsusawa, Yamane felt all the movement and heard the ruckus, but only vaguely. Forcing herself up, she would hear the sound of barfing as opposed to...well, surprise gasping. Which was completely fine, after last night. She could feel a bit of the booze still in her system, but it was a welcoming feeling indeed. Something anchoring her to the present still.

She didn't feel the need to purge any of her system, but she did feel the need to brush her teeth. She joined Attila, seeing him barf his guts out.

"Hello Attila, amazing fun last night huh?" She asked, gathering her toothpaste and brush, that the hotel provided.

"I'm fine" Attila said, he waved to her in greeting, "Im just GLERG!!" He upchuckedagain. And then again. Just letting it all out. after a good moment or two of worshipping the porclian throne Attila did the decent thing and flushed it. Only somehow in doing so he broke the flusher handle clean off the thing. He looked at the thing dumbly a moment before pitching it in the sink

"Oh yes very fun, almost woke up naked" he was a cat the size of a dwarf, how could he be naked in just his fur ? Oh right, he had a nice priple and blue collar on his neck. a very nice one too. "Have you seen my keys ?" He was mercifully not drunk, or hungover. The keys were his, and given to him by Mom Goose. He then watched her a moment as she did her teeth. Remembering hje needed a bath, but there was a woman using the sink so doing so would be rude

Mitsusawa, Yamane would ponder the keys for a moment. In that amount of time, she would finish brushing her teeth. After which she would leave the faucet running so as to begin washing her face. She would see the toilet handle clear enough now, being so close to it. But she cared not. In order for one to keep the beauty she had, soap and water for washing in the morning was mandatory.

She finished washing her face, dried her face, dried her hands, and dried the sink area. She turned towards Attila after folding the towel neatly.

"Yes, your keys are safe and sound with me here." She indicated towards her breast. Clearly having stored them in her cleavage.

"Ah good" He said sim0ply in reply for the brief moment he was focused on the fact she was done with the sink. "Pardon me a moment." He grabbed a towel off the rack and easily climbed onto the counter and fired up the sink after plugging it. Grabbing the nearby shampoo {and conditioner} he started to suds up. Then he saw Mitsu watching him intently. "Oh pardon me" he sdaid politly as he gave himself a good bath. Soon he was done and the towel he'd snagged was wet with the water that once soaked him. "I'd use the hairdrier but last time I ended up a fluffed up marshmellow for a day and a half" he said.

Then he focused on what Mitsu said, His keys were safe and sound with her.... where ? Oh dear. "Ahuh... Ok uhm... you mind if I ah, ask for those back ?" At that moment he was stone sober, so asking for them back was a good thing

Mitsusawa, Yamane looks at the little creature seductively. Moving from hip to hip, she knew she could play with him a little; and she certainly have the interest to do so. But she could now very clearly see the creatures future. She could see the tangled web of emotions coming off him. Oh, how lovely it would be to pluck on of those little strings of fate and start puling him into a world of pleasure and escape. Maybe even greater riches, more than the measly couple of thousands earned last night.

Oh, how wonderful an aid to her sorrows this new friend would be.

A companion, a drinking companion...She pondered on this as she walked outta the bathroom without a word. Still smirking seductively, still sauntering smoothly, levitating with each step. She knew what she desired. She knew...but she could not have this creature. No. She would not destroy his life for her vanity. Not again. |

"This was an escape." She solemnly relented aloud. No longer smirking. But she wouldn't let him see that. No. She would hid it, she would pour out an extra bit of sexy appeal in her aura, leaking and oozing the appeal she brought into the bar last night.

She settled down on the bed, crossed her legs, and laid back. Clearly lost in thought and stuck about her decisions.

A beat passed...then two...then a dozen. Surely the creature would watch in confusion.

"Ah!"

Mitsu finally arose. She would get up from the bed, and snap her fingers. The keys would appear to float in the air, and her clothes would disappear simultaneously. She would stand in only a sheer bra and lacy panties. Both water proof, she would float the keys over to the little creature, and begin to shower. Knowing that it would help her with her indecision, mistakes of recent past, and give her privacy to let her emotions really show on her face.

She would start the shower and simply close the barely opaque glass of the elegant shower space. Everything seemingly automatic. The perfect temperature water would begin cascading out.

Attila didnt seem to notice that Mitsu was nearly naked, if he did, he didnt say anything on the subject but merely thanked her in a kind tone for the keys being safely out of his reach while he was drunk. He couldnt wait to tell Grimmy he got hammered. They had a bet for as long as he could remember, so long that he actually forgot they had a bet going. But now he could tell grimmy he got drunk, and with a beautiful lady to boot!

he ambled to the phone then as his thoughts wandered to food. picking up the receiver he said "Hello, Room service ? Can you send up a menu ?" A few moments later and the menu would arrive. But until then Attila had time to kill so he turned onthe holographic TV on the wall and started watching the news, which was the weather report for Ariel. He spoke up as the report droned on "Lady in the shower, that I still dont know the name of, I requested a menu from roomservice, is there anything you'd like me to order for breakfast ?"

Mitsu was very much a big fan of teasing others. But currently she was amused, exhausted, and really hoping that she can do a little more than escape. She was hoping to start working toward the solution to the depressive things she has been seeing so far. Nothing but people's desires getting the better of them. Wielding immense power, abusing authority. Nothing but chaos in the worlds expanding across the galaxy. Nothing but continuous cyclical tragedy. As if the repeated offenses of choosing anger and destruction over hope and love were no more easier than throwing a balled up paper into the trash. She was tired of it. She could list 10 people whose intertwined fates were leading toward sadness and pain, in one way or another. All because they aren't satisfied with the answers life has given them, even though nothing will change. Some things were set in stone, some things weren't. But avoiding difficulty is as simple as walking towards happiness.

Mitsu lathered up some nicely scented shampoo to start on her hair. Having finished the rest of her body, it was now time to attend to her beautiful mane. This thought train lead her to thinking of the different issue now. One Atilla was currently addressing. Food. Which she heard over the running water from Atilla's shouting.

"I'll have Eggs Cumberbatch with Spicy Foi Gras lathered in melted Green Horned Goat Cheese. Whatever veggies are in season on the side. Blue Yellow Juice. If you don't know what that is, it like orange juice but yellow." Mitsu spoke over the shower. She wasn't sure her complex order would be heard correctly, so she wove a little magic in the air.

A papyrus note would appear outside the shower, with her entire order on it. It would float over to Atilla, asking for her order. At the very bottom will be a disclaimer about her dishes.

"P.S. - Make it look sexy."

Left behind by the violent group he'd arrived with Vinculum was left with the bill. Though the bar interrogated him about such with a few muscled bouncers decided to a frowning owner with a taught face flesh and half-closed eyes that the debt ought to be repaid. Combat was not what Oculi sent him to perform. Neither the force nor Oculi struck with him that he belonged to the Lineage of Wrath. Thus he remained to pay off the debt in labor. In time this soon passed but Vinculum remained as an able-bodied bouncer and general hand. He needed little and asked for less instead remanding much of his eventual wage to his Matriarch for the good of his species. A fade into the dark to watch over the patrons for good or ill intent. While they would not start a fight, even this place had rules, they would finish one.

A burly fellow with heavy plates for skin and sinew in between moves through the hallways with little more than a grey sash about his waist. Expressionless bony head if for two black eyes the quiet bass thump of agile plated feet were in no particular hurry. A laminated menu tethered together by small silk knots in hand. In lieu of any clothing, other than the wraps at his joints and hip, a name tag sat glued to one pectoral plate that read 'Vic - Bouncer'. The kitchen was busy at the moment and the bar at an idle murmur so one of the ever-beleaguered housekeeping sent him to the kitchen to deliver it instead.

Thus a light pound came from their door rather near the top with a deep toneless voice halting to enunciate each word, "Room service. I have your menu. Do you wish me to remain for your order?"