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Post by Seishiro Fujimoto on Jul 20, 2011 15:46:10 GMT -5
"Eh... just one of the few people who aren't too fond of me," the Tora replied, scratching his cheek awkwardly. "I just might have at a thing with his girlfriend... maybe." Seishiro held up both hands and quickly added, "But we didn't do anything." He glanced back into the crowd for a moment. "Sadly, I don't think he knows that."
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Post by Kyou Takeda on Jul 20, 2011 17:49:24 GMT -5
Kyou nodded, but remained somewhat puzzled. "You'd think he'd just get over it... Did it happen recently or what?" If anything, the guy should have broken up with his girlfriend or he would have had things explained to him or something... Then common sense kicked in and the photographer realized that maybe the girl had blamed Seishy or something, not wanting to lose her boyfriend... People were weird like that.
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Post by Seishiro Fujimoto on Jul 20, 2011 18:12:37 GMT -5
"A week ago maybe?" Seishiro shrugged. "What can I say? A lot of people just can't resist my witty charm." His blank expression twitched into a small smirk, although he still looked a tad anxious. While tall, Seishiro wasn't exactly a musclehead, so fighting wasn't exactly one of his talents. Usually Hi bailed him out in that department. Hopefully they'd lost the guy and violence wouldn't be nessacary.
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Post by Kyou Takeda on Jul 20, 2011 19:17:35 GMT -5
"But not all..." Kyou said. "Which I guess is why we came back over here? So he doesn't beat you up?" He couldn't help but smile. This was actually pretty funny. Plus it kept him from embarrassing himself on the dance floor more.
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Post by Seishiro Fujimoto on Jul 20, 2011 19:24:32 GMT -5
"Yeah..." Seishiro laughed sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head in embarrasment. "I'm not the type to start fights. Not if my chances don't look good, anyway. And I'm pretty sure that guy could smash me into a glittery pulp."
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Post by Kyou Takeda on Jul 20, 2011 22:07:00 GMT -5
"And me too..." Kyou laughed. "If he finds us, I'm running." He could fight a little, but not particularly well. And especially not against a guy like THAT. He'd get his face smashed in, and he needed his face.
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Post by Seishiro Fujimoto on Jul 22, 2011 11:35:19 GMT -5
"My thoughts exactly. Or I'll just dive behind the bar." He smirked. "I'm sure Fred won't mind." The bartender in question, as if having sensed his name being spoken, glanced up. He eyed Seishiro, shook his head, and then went back to work.
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Post by Kyou Takeda on Jul 25, 2011 0:06:42 GMT -5
"On second thought, I'll hide with you..." It was probably safer behind the bar anyway. A question arose from the photographer's mind. "Do you know him outside the club? The bartender, I mean. You seem pretty friendly with him..." Or maybe Seishy just came here a lot, who knew?
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Post by Seishiro Fujimoto on Jul 25, 2011 14:01:40 GMT -5
"We've talked," Seishiro replied, randomly stretching one arm over his head as he spoke. "I saw him more when I was younger. I think he just wanted to make sure I stayed out of trouble. Sometimes he gives me a ride home when I manage to get wasted." The Tora shrugged nonchalantly, as if such an occurance wasn't very out-of-the-ordinary. In truth, Seishy almost never got quite that drunk, but that was only because he was good at holding his liquor. It took a lot of strong alcohol to incapacitate him.
"I tried to flirt with him a few times when we first met, but he made it pretty clear he wasn't interested. I was crushed." Seishiro laughed. Those had been fun days indeed. It had been heartbreaking when he had finally given up on the stubborn bartender. The Tora cracked a grin. "That guy's pants are harder to get into than Fort Knox."
"I heard that!" Fred called from a few feet away.
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Post by Kyou Takeda on Jul 25, 2011 18:40:55 GMT -5
At about the same time as Fred's small outburst came the sound of loud laughter. "I fuckin' CALLED IT!!" A voice with a heavy Irish accent laughed out, returning to guffawing moments later. Kyou blinked and pointed to the source of the voice, a chuckling redhead behind the bar with Fred, and then looked to Seishy.
"Who's he?" Kyou asked, curious. If the glittering Tora knew one bartender, maybe he knew another.
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Post by Seishiro Fujimoto on Jul 25, 2011 18:49:34 GMT -5
Seishiro wasn't nearly as familar with the redhead has he was with Fred, but he still knew who he was.
"I believe you're refering to Jamie," the Tora answered with a small grin. It had to be. That accent was impossible to mistake, especially in a place like this. "I don't think I've invested quite as much time with him as I have with Freddie, but he's certainly more fun." Not caring if Fred noticed, the Tora stuck his tongue out at him. Fred rolled his eyes in exasperation and shook his head.
"You're an idiot," the called bluntly.
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Post by Kyou Takeda on Jul 25, 2011 20:32:23 GMT -5
Kyou caught sight of Jamie elbowing Fred's side and laughed. "Seems like they know each other pretty well." Or at least Jamie seemed to. Maybe that was how the redhead always acted, but he seemed pretty chummy with the Tora bartender.
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Post by Seishiro Fujimoto on Jul 25, 2011 20:40:20 GMT -5
"You just had to say something, didn't you?" Fred growled at Seishiro. The other Tora could only shrugged innocently. What he'd said was perfectly true. Fredrick Edeson was incredibly prude, and he couldn't deny it. Why else wouldn't he want to be with someone as fabulous as Seishiro? Well other than being straight, but the glittery Tora was still unaware of Fred's sexual oreintation. He gave off an equally uninterested vibe to everyone.
"I speak only the truth, Freddie. Your prudance is ridiculous," Seishiro huffed accusingly. The bar tender gave him what could only be considered a glare, something rare for the peaceful Tora to do.
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Post by Kyou Takeda on Jul 28, 2011 21:33:47 GMT -5
Jamie leaned over the bartop and called over to them. "Seishy! You and me are gonna 'ave ta take 'im to a strip club or somethin'! We gotta do somethin' about 'is bleedin' VIRGINITY!!" The last word was hollered as loud as the Irishman could yell, but it was doubtful if it made it beyond the dance floor. The music was simply that loud. Still, Kyou got a sense that the Ookami was going to get gibbsmacked. HARD.
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Post by Seishiro Fujimoto on Jul 28, 2011 22:10:41 GMT -5
Seishiro was fighting the urge to roll on the floor laugh, he found the idea that amusing. Fred, however, didn't find it nearly as funny. However, instead of throttling Jamie, he merely cuffed the sparkly Tora on the back of the head.
"Ow," he whined in protest. "I didn't say anything!"
"Yes, but I'm a pacifist," Fred sighed, reaching to clean the nearest glass. "I just happen to be fine with abusing you."
"Good to know our friendship means something," Seishiro retorted, rubbing the spot he'd been hit. He turned to Jamie, now determined to taunt Fred further. "D'ya think he even knows what a strip club is?"
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