A Night Out (for Acuya)

She wasn’t an expert on reading the atmosphere but she could tell that she had made things awkward, probably not in the best way possible. Camilia decided she needed another glass, where was she? Number five now or six? She couldn’t recall but then again she probably didn’t recall the last shot either. Taking the bottle her glass fills nicely with the brew, she was quick to down it which wasn’t the best idea but the edge had to be taken off somehow.

With the warm liquid going down her throat it was fine to collect her thoughts, he was right, of course he was. They were one in the same, two peas in a pod, a branch cut from the same tree or however it went. ”Youre right, I do enjoy it. The thrill of giving it all I got is everything I could want. If I am a weapon then that’s all I have to do.” Her spirits were raised and hopefully the night as well, she was rather enjoying their time together, it wasn’t often she sat down with anyone she had fought before especially after losing.

Maybe in a way it was so easy to talk to him because of that or maybe it was because it was nice to see something resembling home. She hadn’t many Hispanics at AFW and most didn’t speak Spanish either so itslways put her out of place when she reverted back to her original tongue.

”How long do you plan to stay? I know you’re probably not from around here, so you’ll have to take the train back.” At least that’s what she could deduce, since aiming to live in the area she could sense a certain aura about the people here, they all have off a rugged, senseless vibe. Armando? Not so much, it was a more civilized, do-all sort of vibe to add with his veteran like. It was selfish but she wanted to talk more indulge herself in conversation since it was usually her familia that she talked too, Camilia was in a big city all alone with no one to really depend on, a scary thing for a woman like her.

This was nice.

It was a strange thing, really, but he kind of missed talking with people from his own race, even if they weren’t conversing in Spanish - which was kind of a missed opportunity, now that he pondered it. He had his sister and Felina, but that was just family. Something he got everyday. Kind of dulled him to it. Camilia, on the other hand, was a breath of fresh air, and one he wouldn’t mind having more of in the future.

There were limits, however, and as much as he hated to admit, he was starting to reach his own. Was getting a little late, and she wasn’t wrong - this was not his usual side of town, far out of his way.

”I probably should start going, actually. Maybe catch an Uber, something like that.” Japan was a safe country overall, sure, but that didn’t mean it was worth the chance to just try and walk home. ”Thanks for the conversation and the drinks, though. This was...this was nice. Really.”

He nodded, then paused and held up a finger, right before she brought his phone out. ’Trade numbers? Call me if you ever need any help. No more letters in the locker, okay?”

It was sad that the night of drinking and a conversation be it unstructered and vastly, possibly one-sided but they were both at their limit and even further wouldn’t end to well for her at least. Camilia felt that maybe this could be a friendship in the making, and a Latino to boot, someone she could actually speak fluent Spanish with would be great.

”Thanks for coming out, it was nice, I wouldn’t mind if we did it agains sometime.” she smiled as she watched him rise from his seat, his next set of words settling into her mind, despite her little rant and honest confindement he said he enjoyed it, perhaps next time she could act as a confidant.

Camilia gave him a strange look when he held up his finger and shifted through his pocket, it was only a matter of moments until she figured out why. His phone was at the ready and on top of that he wanted to exchange number for help? Well she supposed she could, being new to Japan, she could use a guide and of course when there was trouble.

”Oh, yeah. That’d be great, one sec.”She pulled her from from her pocket and flipped open the device, she didn’t have the money for a fancy touch phone but this got the job done. ”Here it’s-“ with her number given she opened up her contacts to add a new one, she laughed slightly at his earlier jab about a letter but for now she didn’t mind it too much.

Army nodded along as he put the numbers into his phone, dialed it in, saved it to Favorites. It wouldn’t just be nice for him to have a few more contacts, people he could call on for help or just when he wanted someone to have a quick chat with. It would also put his mind at ease, stop him from worrying about the trouble that Camilia may or may not have been getting up to. She struck him as the sort of woman that could run into trouble, and he knew firsthand how that was in a strange new city with a language that you barely spoke, if at all. It’d be good for both of them to have a lifeline.

’We can definitely do this again. Maybe I’ll even see if I can drag my sister out, get you two to meet. Have a fun time and she can actually have a reason to smile for a little while.” He huffed at that last part, getting exasperated from the thought alone. Carmen was getting back into wrestling again, which meant her training was going up a notch, which meant she was getting into super-serious mode. Always a pain.

With her number locked in, Army started to make his way to the exit, walking backwards as he went and giving her some thumbs up. [color=#ff0000]”Just let me know when you want to hook up, catch a movie, hang out, beat each other around the ring - fun stuff, you know.”[color] He threw her a short salute. ”Peace.”

And with that, he made his out into the cool night air.

She watched him add the numbers to his phone, even going as far as to call her to be assured it was her number. Camilia made sure to create a contact for his number as well, the Latina would definitely make use of it later on. She smiled as she closed her phone and slipped it back into her pocket, maybe it was the buzz swaying her mood or mayb this was how she generally felt in the moment but Army seemed like a gentleman in her eyes.

Talking about sibilings and meeting his sister made her think of her own brothers. All eight in fact. She’d love for them to come visit but 7 plane tickets plus the wives and on top of that, children? Yeah fat chance. Still, it’s be nice to meet her at least, the more the merrier her mamá always said.

”Oh definitely, I’ve been wanting to expirence the culture with some friends at least. There’s a lot of things to do so I’ll think about maybe inviting you out with me some time. Ya know, bringing your sister along could be fun, I bet she’ll tell me all of your stories as kids.” She snickered, knowing the older sibilings always told the most embarrassing stories about the younger ones.

She followed him out slowly, not to seem like she was following or anything of the like. His mention of hooking up to beating each other again mad early her chuckle but for now getting another chance to fight him hung over her mind. She wanted that shot at redemption, the chance to show him how strong she really was but thy would have to wait, just a little bit.

”You should expect thy call to beat you up, I was serious about that.” She replies. ”So don’t go getting yourself injuries, I want you at your best when I kick your ass, you hear me? ¡ te juro que ganaré!” To anyone else it was probably just the ramblings of a drunk Latina but even in that state she meant every word.

She didn’t watch him leave, it was getting late, her frame turned in the opposite direction. Home bound to a nice, soft bed.