Jameson's always a good decision...? [Mnpinner]

It had been a little while since Cat had frequented another bar than her own, but she felt it was high time that she got a bit of relaxation where she didn't feel as if she had to micromanage everything. Which was why she had chosen a neat little Japanese bar not too far away from AFW complex in Tokyo.

The moon stood high on this late summer night, with a comfortable heat which was aided by a cool breeze every now and then that cooled off the beautiful redhead. The Irish brawling powerhouse of AFW was wearing a orange tank top, a pair of camo green cargo pants and a white belt to go along with the attire. Oh and let's not forget her somewhat heavy combat boots, which made a somewhat comfortable little thud which each step that the buxom and tanned Irish girl took. It wasn't long before she had reached the bar and entered it.

There weren't a lot of people around, but it wasn't a big place so it wasn't too strange. This small little bar was quite quaint and fit Catelyn's style when it came to a drinking hole, a place where one could just go to relax and have a few drinks. Sadly for her, even though she had tried to get a few people to come out with her tonight...they all seemed rather busy, which meant that Catelyn was all on her own, which suited her quite alright. Cat walked up to the bar and took a seat, ordering a glass of Jameson's whiskey with her somewhat broken Japanese that she had picked up since moving to the country. When the glass were in front of her, the tanned wrestler would take a hold of it and take a good long sip of the wonderful beverage. " Mmm~ It doesn't get any better than this~" The redheaded beauty let out with a smile on her face.

A few empty seats away sat a second redheaded girl with a highball glass filled with gin and tonic water. Clad in a black leather jacket over top of a Union Jack tank top and a pair of blue skinny jeans, sat the decidedly patriotic Liverpool girl taking a sip from the glass. Abbie had decided to enjoy a night off from the ring and working out by visiting the small pub recommended to her by some pipsqueak brunette.

She had arrived at the bar maybe 30 minutes before Cat had walked in. It had been a while since she had a good drink. Maybe she'd find Maxwell frequenting this place. After all, that brunette looked oddly similar to her silvery love. Abbie sat down at the bar and ordered herself a gin and tonic, telling the bartender to use the top-shelf stuff, but not bothering to use any Japanese. Why should she learn their language when English was clearly the superior language to use.

What seemed like a few minutes later, after downing nearly four-fifths of the drink, her attention was caught when a curvier redhead walked in and sat near her. She seemed somewhat familiar. Maybe she was a stagehand or something backstage at AFW. Abbie was ready to return her attention to her gin beverage when Cat's broken Japanese in ordering Jameson caught her attention. Ugh. Somebody was going to order that Irish garbage this near to her. This girl, clad in colors of the Irish flag, ordering an Irish whiskey, and sporting the slightest Irish accent was going to ruin Abbie's night unless she did something about it. At least, that was what Abbie was thinking. She couldn't have that. "Hey you Irish twat, why don't you order a real drink like a real woman instead of that garbage water," she said in the direction of the back of the bar with enough volume for Ms. Cormac to hear.

Enjoying the taste of the wonderful Irish Whiskey was more than enough for the beautiful Cat to let out a light purr...which may or may not have been very fitting for her nickname. However, her joy was cut quite short as she looked over towards someone sitting further down the bar counter, another cute redheaded girl who's voice rang loud as she insulted the young Irish girl and her choice of whiskey.

The beautiful redheaded girl would nod her head, pull back her whiskey glass and down the whiskey in one go. After which she would pull away from the bar counter and get up towards her feet, turning to face the girl who had just shouted out to her. Catelyn would place both her hands on her hips and a half frown upon her face. " Oi! What do you think you are talking about, little girl." Catelyn let out as she would push her large chest out into the air.

" Irish whiskey is the best kind of drink, aaand whu do you think yur calling a twat ?! " Catelyn let out, trying to show that she wasn't someone who'd take an insult like that. While she might have been a nice and friendly girl, the buxom redhead was not someone who'd simply allows someone to insult her, her culture or her race.

A smirk grew on the Liverpool-native's face as she sloshed back the last of her gin and tonic before gently putting down her glass and turning to face the Irish girl. Abbie wanted to relax tonight, but clearly fate had other plans for her. The redhead calmly stood up and approached the other curvy girl with fiery hair. Seeing the Irish girl's half-frown and disgruntled stance was enough to keep Abbie's smirk going.

"I believe that I'm referring to your poor choice in spirits," the slightly shorter redhead said, making sure to annunciate as she spoke, as if to mock Cat's accent. Abbie would puff out her own chest as her eyes angled upwards a little to meet Catelyn's. "Irish whiskey is nothing but pure dirt water that twats like yourself seem to drink. Now a proper spirit like gin, on the other hand, is something a respectable, English girl enjoys." Abbie was no zealous patriot nor a prim and proper English girl, but she couldn't but feel the need to put the Irish in their place. You could blame her racist father for that bit. It was like a trigger for her when she was around Irish folk. She would just stand there smirking at Catelyn as she stared at the buxom redhead.

It was clear to Catelyn just by listeningt to this girl's accent that she was infact British, while Cat didn't have anything against the British per say...there was that whole underlying tension and stuff, between some British and some Irish. Still that wasn't enough a reason to start a fight over for her, however this girl did seemed to be a rather insulting one who was more than happy to mock the redheaded beauty.

When the girl had stepped up towards her and both beautiful redheads stood face to face, chests puffed up and pushed out as they both would not lose any ground to the other. With the british girl mocking Cat's very slight Irish accent the busty tanned-skin Irish girl would grit her teeth a bit. From there Cat would attempt to step closer to Abbie, attempting to close the distance a press her lage chest right up against Abbies pair, eyes never leaving Abbies gaze as they'd glare right into those eyes. " Gin ? Are you drunk already you little Shtate? Gin is a drink for fools who don't know what a proper drink is, it's something you give to a kid when you don't want them to grow up to drink, cause it's so bad." Catelyn let out as she'd keep her hands firmly placed against her hips, and her large chest pressed up tightly against Abbie's pair.

She could feel it in her bones. Abbie was going to get into a brawl. She couldn't help but feel like she recognized that annoying voice though. The face was familiar as well, but she couldn't put a finger on it. Maybe this girl was also from Friction. She couldn't bother worrying about that now though.

Abbie wouldn't let up as Cat asserted her body towards her own. Her eyes locked with Cat's as the Irish girl fired back at her choice of gin over Irish whiskey. "A proper drink shouldn't make your face contort as you put it in your mouth. That liquid rust of yours is far from a proper drink!" The redhead would press forward to shove Cat with just her bust, which was sure to get the barkeep's attention if the two staring each other down hadn't already.

Of course Catelyn was from Friction, she'd been with the brand for a long time, but as of late had not been very active as of late. Maybe it was because of the bar that she had open, or rather pub. Perhaps it was because she had grown slightly tired of wrestling and instead decided to just take a little break...however her thought about coming back to the league were growing stronger and stronge with each passing day.

It was clear to the Irish lass and everyone else in the bar that there was a very high chance that there would be a intense little bar brawl soon, between these two redheaded beauties. Their eyes locked in a fierce glare with one another. The words that this unknown girl were throwing at her were utter nonsense and just proved that she wasn't able to handle a drink. However it wasn't until she shoved her bust roughly up against Cat's and pushed the Irish beauty back a step or two that Catelyn would let out a angry sigh.

Following the action, the redheaded Irish beauty would attempt to march back up against her now antagonistic contemporary and try and do just what she had done to Catelyn, which was shove the girl back with just her bust. Of course Cat would try and put a bit more power into it to attempt and get Abbie staggering backwards a bit more. " It's clear that you aren't much of a drinker! I think we have a little lightweight in this bar."

Abbie stood tall and proud as she shoved back the Irish girl with just her breasts. She could feel the fight coming from the rush of the blood in her veins. As Catelyn stumbled backwards, Abbie couldn't help but to take the opportunity to take off her jacket and place it on the nearby chair. No need to get the good leather dirty.

Of course, no sooner had the redheaded Brit turned to face the Irish girl again than did she return the shove and then some. Abbie had not been ready for such a breast-bump and promptly staggered back 3 steps before catching herself on a nearby chair. "All right you dumb, Irish twat! I'll show you who's a lightweight here when I force you to drink a whole bottle of delicious, English gin!" she screamed out in fury. The words were leaving her lips just as she planted her feet. Abbie would raise up her hands, clenched in fists as she decided to give Catelyn fair warning before "Round 2". "What do you say, rust-guzzler? You and I go at it until the other can't get up. You win, I'll drink a bottle of that barrel-aged rust water. When I win, you have to enjoy a whole bottle of delicious gin," she would say as her fists were lowered as she reached out a hand for a handshake.

Seeing the English girl stagger back as she did from the mighty breast bumb of the buxom Catelyn, put a smile on the gorgeous Irish lass. She couldn't help but smirk and let out a light giggle at the amount she had managed to push Abbie backwards, but no sooner than the deed had been done had the girl come back for more, as she raised her arms and screamed out insults.

Catelyn saw no reason to mimic the girl by raising her arms and getting ready for an old fashioned bar room brawl, with fierce eyes locked upon her foe for the evening. Cat was however forced to raise an eyebrow at the girl's proposal. IT sounded like a pretty fair deal and for it Catelyn would nod her head and then let out. " Well, I'll just make sure I don't have to taste that filthy piss water by beating you to a pulp!" The redhead spouted as she would then reach down with her hand to accept the handshake of agreement to their stipulations for this fight.

The Englishwoman smiled as the busty Irish lass grabbed a hold of her hand and shook it. She hadn't gone out tonight looking to get into trouble, but she found it. In a way, it made her rather happy deep down. Abbie couldn't recall her last match and this was certainly looking to be an interesting one. That is, assuming that this girl knew more than how to shove her chest around.

As her hand released Catelyn's, Abbie spoke up, "Well now that that's settled, I don't know how you Irish girls were raised to fight, but with a wager on the line, I might as well know my victim's name. I'm Abbie." The hostility in her voice had gone down slightly as her eyes were going to the bartender, who did not seem too pleased about the idea of his bar being trashed by a brawl.