Enchanté, My Dear

Mamouru felt his eyes get heavy after a long night of watching film. He had been studying some of the matches Tomomi had been in to help prepare Cassie for the upcoming fight. She knew, however, that he was probably over analyzing things. Cassie was good and he was confident in her abilities. He was especially so against Tomomi but it never hurt to be too prepared. But lately, he had been really putting in a lot of effort for Cassie. His own wrestling career had suffered because of it and so far Cassie was 0-2 in matches that he'd arranged. That could have been part of the reason he was working so diligently even against an opponent he thought was inferior.

He flicked off the screen and rubbed his temples. He'd been offered a chance at the Tension Hentai title and had to turn it down. He knew that it would never sit well with Cassie but lately he'd been getting the desires again. It had been a legitimate way to get his kicks, like hentai wrestling in general. That's why he had signed up but he'd only done one match of it so far. He hadn't even had time for a fling lately. Cassie had taken up too much of his time. If not that, then Johnny and Taylor or Akashi. His family. He had a family now and yet, he still barely felt like he was a part of it.

He stood up and grabbed his coat. He needed a stiff drink and a chance to relax so he headed out from the AFW facilities and walked a few blocks to the AFW themed bar. Well, it wasn't REALLY that. It was owned by the corporation and AFW wrestler's frequented it so it was a place for groupies to try and get in touch with their favorite girls. It would be a nice change from a thumping club. He didn't mind relaxing once in a while and if he knew all the girls he might be less tempted to go after one of them. Or, maybe, more tempted...

He pushed through the doors easily and made his way to the bar. He ordered a drink and sat down. Seemed like tonight was open mic Karaoke. He cringed. Club music and the claustrophobic atmosphere seemed a far sight better than listening to out of tune wrestlers try and sing bad 80's American power ballads. He took a sip from his drink. At least the sake was good.

The illusive board members of the AFW had funded this place pretty well, from the many sexed up nightclubs in the complex area, in fact, the whole AFW complex was more like a giant city than just a arena, sprawled out with so many sections of busy life. More predominantly, this bar saw less bar brawls and sex scandals sine 2012, as it stated on the board above the bar. Petty use for it, but no one really bothered about it, as the life of the bar was calm for the time being...a flicker of the neon sign outside the window, which reflected through the clear glass, a shady bartender, who looked out of place since they looked like more of a frail nervous wreck of a person, than one to serve drinks. But across from all the activity, sat Alice, drunken on one of the stools leaning to the counter, from what looked like two half pints of bitter...poor, but she really did have a weak muster for all the devilish drinks there...

Blowing at the little lap of blue hair that kept flopping down onto her face, grumbling, but seemed quite happy for the time being, waiting for her certain friend to finish from the toilets...

"Just one moreeee little half glass full please, i its for my friend when she finishes powdering herself....*hic*" Alice continued, knocking a glass over since it was empty, "which brings me to you...you'veee you've been acting allll nervy allll night? afraid I might knock your nametag off you student prick?!" Alice said, grouchy, but a little more over the limit of her trolling when it came to drink, threatening the nervous bar staff as he just shook his head, knowing she was just being the usual drunk. Moaning a little, before her head hit the counter sidewards. Alice's time here had felt a strange one, so whoever bought her the drinks, did do the right thing to stop her being annoying for a while. That certain someone, who patted her little head as the bluehead head blinked up at her...

"Having fun are we Alice?" Reika said, sat beside her as Alice looked around alertedly to her, she did look like she had a great night already...but with alcohol, Reika just found it a joy to see Alice come out with the daftest things. Tilting her head of brown hair to the side, as she admired the gentlemen two stools across from them. Brisking her fingers soothingly across Alice's head as she gazed to her.

"Nahh, I'm just telling this dumb arse here to give me another drink!" Alice scowled the bar tender, nuzzling her drunken head against Reika's chest, where she had no problem if Alice was quite tired, and needed something to calm her down. "You gonna sing for the bar Rei Rei? sometimes when I hear ya in the shower, you sound good..." Alice said with a dizzy smile, clinging onto Reika's sleeve like a sisterly bond she had with her. Drooling, as Reika rolled her eyes and shook her head as in "No", clearing her hand of the drool. "Aw c'monnnnn, go break some hearts instead of limbs for a change?!....pretty please?" Alice, was not going to let Rei go, until she sung her little song in front of the bar, to liven the place up a little, along with cheering up this girl's persistent way of getting things.

Reika, took a long sigh, indeed, she did need to take a break between her ways of satisfying her eternal bloodlust, a condition, that would someday consume her mind completely. But for now, Reika did enjoy having fun whenever she had time during her busy schedule of model shoots, college, and fighting as a whole...even singing, as Alice kept bugging her about. "Alright, but after I finish the song, you go home for some beauty sleep, understand?" Reika said, stroking Alice's light head on her dressed lap, letting her get up as Alice whooped like a immature 16 year old on way too much candy. Supportive as Alice were to a complex friend like Reika, she always admired her for her powerful skills, and untamed beauty...

Watching Reika, as she passed Mamouru with a gaze of her eyes, approaching the open mic for a little song of hers...

Mamouru, of course, used the time he was spending at the bar to see what lovely ladies were hanging around. He scoped them well enough, though some of the beauties were better able to catch his eye than others. One in particular caught his fancy but it seemed as if she was being besieged by a rather well inebriated blue haired pixie. Mamouru sipped on his sake while he carefully kept an eye on the humorous scene. Both girls looked enticing, but the blue haired girl, Mamouru disregarded. She seemed hardly worth his time. A girl that if he took home, he'd be sure to see her off before breakfast.

The girl she was with, or who had the displeasure of receiving her drunkenness, however, seemed much more an enticing a prospect. Especially as she passed and their eyes met briefly. He could see it in her eyes. It was the flash of worthy prey and he couldn't help but spin on his stool slightly and turn to catch her as she walked up tot he microphone. That one. That was the one he could really go for. She'd certainly put up a fight but, like all girls, in the end, she would be his. But for now, he just wanted to see if the bravado that flashed in her eyes was the real thing or if she was just another bar slut looking for attention by waving her chest around while she failed to sing bad music.

[quote="Tatyina":2sc6smzs]Mamouru, of course, used the time he was spending at the bar to see what lovely ladies were hanging around. He scoped them well enough, though some of the beauties were better able to catch his eye than others. One in particular caught his fancy but it seemed as if she was being besieged by a rather well inebriated blue haired pixie. Mamouru sipped on his sake while he carefully kept an eye on the humorous scene. Both girls looked enticing, but the blue haired girl, Mamouru disregarded. She seemed hardly worth his time. A girl that if he took home, he'd be sure to see her off before breakfast.

The girl she was with, or who had the displeasure of receiving her drunkenness, however, seemed much more an enticing a prospect. Especially as she passed and their eyes met briefly. He could see it in her eyes. It was the flash of worthy prey and he couldn't help but spin on his stool slightly and turn to catch her as she walked up tot he microphone. That one. That was the one he could really go for. She'd certainly put up a fight but, like all girls, in the end, she would be his. But for now, he just wanted to see if the bravado that flashed in her eyes was the real thing or if she was just another bar slut looking for attention by waving her chest around while she failed to sing bad music.