Boredom in the Bar

Ayane was stoked after her most recent win. After losing her first match, it was a good feeling, getting her first win here at the AFW. Not to mention, it was against one of the big guys that everyone around seemed to consider "tough." Yeah, the match had been rough, and it did a number on her back, but she won in the end, and that's all that mattered to Ayane. Winning. And with a win against someone like Kent Quick under her belt, she was ready to take on anything at this point. If she could take down a giant of a man like him, she was sure she could take on just about anyone on the roster. Call it cockiness. But she didn't care in the least.

Figuring that she deserved a night out after such a hard won fight, Ayane decided that tonight was as good as any to go out drinking. What better way to celebrate anyway, right? She made her way to small bar that she knew wasn't far from the gym. Convenient, considering she liked to go there after training sometimes. It was a cozy place, small, but almost often busy. Since the bar was in town, it attracted a lot of late night attention from folks getting off work and the like. Thankfully though, it wasn't too late, so it wasn't that busy. Ayane was looking forward to a night of drinking.

Once inside, Ayane slipped over to the bar and ordered a glass of Scotch. A bit fancy, but she loved the taste. It was sure to be nice and peaceful...

Glancing around, Ayane was curious to see who was around. There was sometimes people in here that she liked to hang out with, get drunk with. She didn't really consider them friends, but drinking buddies were like friends. Kind of. Almost immediately though, someone caught her eye. A girl. she seemed... familiar. Squinting, Ayane looked at the girl, sitting by herself, for a moment before it finally hit her. It was her. That... Emi girl. The girl who beat Ayane in her first match. Well, wasn't this just a dandy.

Ayane slowly got to her feet after downing her glass of Scotch, cringing as she felt it burn on the way down. Damn, she loved that feeling. Setting the glass down, she made her way over to Emi, standing close, but not too close.

"Well well, isn't this a shock," Ayane said, her tone mellow, but also carrying a bit of threat to it. She wasn't fond of this girl. At all really. she managed to beat her in her first match. And Ayane hated losing with a burning passion.

Ayane stood, staring at the smaller girl who had beaten her in her first match. Maybe it was the scotch talking, butshe really just wanted to punch her, right her and now, and knock her right on her ass. But Even Ayane knew that wasn't a good idea outside of the ring. If she beat her up in the ring, she could just call it training. At the same time, Ayane didn't want to let seeing this girl ruin her buzz. She came here because she wanted to celebrate her first win. Not beat up some girl. She was't going to let this ruin her night.

"At least you remember my name," Ayane said, snorting and crossing her arms. At least Emi had enough respect for her to remember her name. It was something. "So... out celebrating your win over me?" She asked. She was irritated that she was here, but Ayane wanted to at least try to be civil. At least that way, she wouldn't end up ruining her night out.

Ayane didn't know if Emi was just really humble, or she considered her win over her just a simple thing. Either way, it was kind of irritating. But all the same, she wasn't bragging, or rubbing it in her face. That was a good thing, she supposed. And hearing her congratulate her for her win over Kent was a bit unexpected as well. Not many people were nice to Ayane. then again, she wasn't nice to many people either. Not even people she considered friends. Not that there were many of those either. If any...

"Yeah... I beat that big wanna be body builder that all the girls around here seem to have trouble with. No sweat," Ayane said, trying to leave out the fact that the match against him had been a lot harder than she wanted to admit. He almost beat her, and she had the bruises, and the sore muscles to prove it. All the same, she came out on top. Looking at Emi now, it made Ayane wonder how she could have lost to her. She could beat Kent, an giant of a man, but she couldn't beat a girl who was barely her own size. Luck. That must be it...

"So you're going back to the gym then? It's late, don't you think?" Ayane said, not sure why she was still trying to hold conversation with this girl. She irritated, but she was company at least. Having some kind of company was better than drinking alone.

"Damn right, good for me," Ayane responded to Emi's comment on her victory over Kent. She was damn proud of herself for beating someone who seemed to be considered one of the more feared people in the business. She would do it again if she had the chance. She wasn't to eager to get into the ring with someone who could cause her so much pain with so little effort, but she now knew she could take him if she tried hard enough, so she wasn't too worried.

"I don't know who this Tsubaki is, but she sounds like a bitch." Not that Ayane really had much room to talk. She wasn't exactly the nicest person out there. And she really didn't want to be either. She needed no friends. What was te point in making them if she was going to have to fight them sooner or later?

"Not really, what wold we even talk about?" Ayane replied when Emi asked her to talk. "I came here to drink, not talk."

Ayane never really cared who she offended, or how. But for somereason, she felt a little bad when she saw that Emi seemed to be a little hurt by the fact that she didn't really have much to talk about. It's not like it was her fault. She was never much of a talker to begin with. Most of her problems, she could solve with her fists. If she could avoid talking, then she would do it. But maybe a little talking wouldn't hurt her any. At least for one night. Then she could go back to just punching whatever wanted to get in her way.

"Hold on a sec, will you? You don't have to drink, I will. But we can talk if you want to. I guess," Ayane said, trying to step in Emi's way and keep her from walking away from her. The purple haired girl hated to admit it, but Emi, even though she didn't like her very much, was the closest thing she really had to an acquaintance around this place. Sure, she had some drinking buddies, sometimes. But that's all they were. They were only there to keep her company while she got drunk. At least with Emi, she had something in common with her. They both fought in a ring, and fought to win. It was a start.