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Post by Tapferi Engel on Jul 14, 2011 18:40:32 GMT -5
Tapferi watched them as they interacted. The boy didn't want to fight, hmmm? Odd, considering that he provoked a drunk, and that never ended well. What was he thinking? Also, where were the bouncers to break this kind of nonsense up?
She shrugged mentally, deciding that it wasn't important. What was, though, was that the sauced girl was starting to reflect badly on all of Tora, herself included. It was getting to be time to intervene. She walked up to the girl and put a hand on her shoulder.
"That's enough," she said, trying to sound calming, "Maybe it's time to head back, hmmm? If you wreck the place, they won't let you drink here anymore."
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Post by Mina Izumi on Jul 17, 2011 20:09:32 GMT -5
Mina glared at the elder Tora. Who the hell was she to think that Mina had had enough? The twenty-three year old knew EXACTLY when she had reached her limit, thank you very much. She gave a slightly drunken laugh at the redhead's advice. "Are ya KIDDIN'? There was a big guy that came in 'ere awhile back and completely trashed th' place!" Another laugh. "I doubt I'm th' worst this place's ever seen an' then let back in."
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Post by Tapferi Engel on Oct 26, 2011 15:40:45 GMT -5
(And now, after an extensive and indeed entirely too long break, we can resume)
Tapferi arched a brow.
"Perhaps I should put this another way. This isn't Tora land, so we should take care not to make ourselves more unwelcome than we already are. Subtlety is as much a friend and drunken brawling."
Her voice took on more of an edge as she spoke. She really didn't want to be unwelcome at her favorite place, and if this girl was the cause of it, she would be considerably unhappy, and that wasn't something she wanted to entertain.
If I live forever, I'll never understand why people do this to themselves.
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Post by Mina Izumi on Nov 1, 2011 16:21:13 GMT -5
Mina just rolled her eyes. "Get the ijut 'ere ta take 'is blabberin' back an' we'll have no prollem, ye ken?" The Stephen King reference had slipped past without her say-so, a common thing when she was drunk, though it happened more often at the range around her fellow gunslingers. At least they would know how to respond (an icy bucket of water applied liberally over her head worked wonders) and not look at her like she was speaking a separate language (which she sort of was).
The fact that James was bleeding an probably with a broken nose didn't seem to register just yet, though when she glanced back to the Ookami to inspect the wound she whistled. "That's worse'n the shiner ya coulda got... damn I got good aim." She patted the bratty Ookami's head, trying to patronize him just as equally as he had to her.
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Post by Tapferi Engel on Nov 22, 2011 13:52:10 GMT -5
Tapferi likewise rolled her eyes. The girl was proving impossible. While she had no doubt that she could probably convince the other Tora to leave given time, her patience had reached its limit. She didn't know the drunk girl, and didn't much care to. She had come here through fire and pain, as it were, for a quiet drink at a nice establishment that she hadn't ever quite gotten around to wresting from the wolves. The bouncers had apparently taken the day off or something, and now she was left with a drunkard who had spoiled what could likely have been a very welcome evening of relaxation. She glared at the other girl, letting every ounce of her frustration creep into her voice.
"Get out. I'll drag you if I must, but I'll not have you spoiling anyone else's evening with your boorish antics. Will you show dignity for once in your life, or must I show you the way?"
Her voice never wavered, but her mind did.
What am I doing? she asked herself, This is hardly my pub by any stretch of the imagination, so why am I defending it? So she threw a punch, so what? She certainly should leave, but why is it suddenly my problem? I must be mad...
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