Listen to that Beat (Open)

She would raise an eyebrow at him, “Well, if it’s obvious and no one is listening or speaking up, doesn’t that mean someone has to say it. You know, like the emperor's clothes? When the head of your empire is running around buck naked, you have to say something.” That was probably the closest analogy she could think of, “Plus, it’s not fair to you. Why shouldn’t you be allowed to live life however you want? I mean, you’re the one that has to live in your own future, not them.” She just felt weird about all of it. She would chuckle at his comment about having a heart, “Yeah, but it’s still mostly made of bitch.” She was going to own that title if he was going to give it to her. She would shrug, “I think it’s all relative. I don’t know what Pais is like. I know what Azores is like. Specifically Standasen and San Malarus. Was it great? Heck no! Was I happy? I admit, probably not. But, I know looking back I have fond and happy memories of back then. At the time, I was angry about it. Now, I have really good things to say about it. That’s some intrinsic happiness though. I think money is supposed to buy extrinsic happiness, or something. I admit, it’s a form of happiness, but I think what people mean is that it’s not coming from inside.” Not that she understood that either, “Money is nice though. It pays bills so you can live to be happy. So, yeah, money can do something, but I don’t think it’s the thing that matters most.” She would think for a moment, “Say, tell me how you got into fashion. You told me why you like it, but never how you got into liking it.” She had a point. She hoped.

She shook her head, “My grandmother was a living fortune cookie. Having a conversation without going philosophical is an impossibility in my family.” She crossed her arms and cocked her hip, “And, yes, it does get to be quite a pain if you live with it long enough. It’s fun sometimes though. You get to watch the blank faces of people stare into the infinite void. Chalk it up to the bitch side of my personality.” She would hold up her hand, “And I didn’t ask because I wanted to have a moral debate with you on the value of fashion and what it means for people. I was asking, because I wanted to see what you look like when you talk about it. Before, you were so passionate. I was just seeing if you had the same sparkle in your eyes. Because… there has to be a reason. There always is.” She smiled slightly. She saw it in everyone. It was nice to see people feel passionate about something they adored.

She would smirk and wiggle her eyebrows as best she could at Shun’s response, “I knew you could say something like that. I think wanting to see people be happy with themselves is a noble pursuit.” Not that he needed it, but he had her approval, “ I will admit, maybe that means you should hang out with Hyde more. I mean, that was the first sensible thing I’ve heard out of you in a long time. In fact, maybe I should call him so he can come over here.” She took out her phone and gave a mischievous smile, “And I would never take advantage of a drunk person. How could you accuse me of such a thing.” In act, she would follow him to the bar counter as he walked, just to make sure no one did take advantage. She was no fool. She knew how people acted around those they thought couldn’t think straight.

She twirled her phone around her hand, running her finger over the buttons, “I could do it really easily. I’m sure Hyde would love to show up.” She handed her phone to Kurosawa after pulling up Hyde’s contact, “But I don’t feel like hearing him lecture either. Besides, you aren’t alone. You’re with a girl in heels. I know just how to use them as a nice weapons too. Consider yourself protected for all intensive purposes if you call him. I personally am going to sit her and laugh at the conversation that I know will follow.” She would find it entertaining. She found many things entertaining. She leaned against the bar and hummed as she thought about, “Not much to tell. I’m a simple lady with simple desires.” She put on an obviously fake noir accent and gave Kurosawa once of those looks the ladies did in the movies, “Unless there is something you want to know. Maybe I’m so high on life that the seal on these normally tight lips has come a little loose.” Man, she looked a good line-read, but “Okay. That was terrible. I can't pull off noir.” She had to admit defeat.

She would give him a knowing look, “I would do a great many things, but only within reason. What you do in your free time is not one of those. Unless it gets dangerous and you try to hide it. Then he will know as quickly as I can push the button.” She made it clear that wasn’t a joke. She took people’s safety seriously. Her cheeks would puff out slightly, “Excuse me? It wasn't that bad, was it? I know I’m no femme fatale, but I can still look somewhat like a dark vixen.” Okay. No she couldn’t. This was now just a matter of pride, “But, ehh, I’m not sure what bars are for. I always thought they existed so the really drunk people could fall asleep on them. Although, TV has taught me that many an emotional moment happens here. So… maybe?” She wasn't quite sure, “But, I guess you could say that I want to do something with my life. Honestly, I’m not sure what. Maybe do what I already do. I should probably figure that out, huh?” She changed her mind sometimes, but always came back to computers.

Her face was in a pout again, “I am, but not for the reason you’re probably laughing.” She was getting the feeling of being condescended to. How strange. This was still Kurosawa though. Drunk or not, “You sound like you found exactly what you want out of life. I wonder if you’ve started trying to get it though.” She would mutter the last part under her breath. She blinked a few times, “You just fortune cookied out on me.” It was a little weird to hear Kurosawa speak that way. She wondered if he was only like that when he was drunk, or if he had picked it up from her, “But, umm, I guess I’ll figure it out along the way. I’ve been working for a few years, but I’m not sure if it’s what I want to do. I mean, I like doing it, but I don’t know if hobbies and jobs mix. I seems like I would start to hate my hobby if I did that for too long.” She sighed at herself, “Okay. Need to stop. That kind of talk is depressing.” She wasn’t one for discussions about the future. She liked planning, yes. But planning that far ahead made her feel like she was locking her future into place.

She hummed slightly, taking in what he said, “I don't know what level of drunk disqualifies you from being a fortune cookie. Heck, maybe drunk people make the best fortune cookies because their thoughts are a sober man’s thoughts? I don’t really know.” She didn’t know everything. She only knew how to sound like she did. She would smirk and hold her hand out to Kurosawa, “Okay, that was about four fortune cookies worthy. I think that means you need to get out of here, before you turn into a real one.” She rolled on the balls of her feet, “I can take you home. Unlike you, I am sober enough to use my keys as a nice stabbing weapon if anyone gets any funny ideas.” Self defense was important, and she didn’t trust him to be completely safe going home alone, “Unless there is a car outside waiting for you? I wouldn’t be surprised, honestly.” She was learning to never be surprised with Kurosawa.