Wannabee Drunk? [Night: Streya]

When the young lady entered and kicked off her shoes to come into the tea house, the folk around her didn't pay her much mind. After all she was just a kid to some of the regulars at the Tea House so they didn’t bother her. When she came up to the bar and plopped down, there would be a woman sitting at the far end of the bar her clothing suggestive as she remained leaned forward, her elbows against the bar as she stared ahead quietly. She was surround by at least four empty bottles of sake and seemed to be working on her fifth. It was an impressive count, but for this woman only the beginning of her drinking spree.

She had started at the tea house because she knew the drinks here would take a while to get drunk off of. So you could say it was a warm up for something stronger if she felt like rolling out of here anytime soon. As she poured her umpteenth cup and downed the drink in one gulp, she would let out a light sigh as she let the liquid settle. The taste was good, but the power of the stuff was only enough to make her feel a light buzz. It was an okay start, but not where she wanted to be at the moment. She would need more –Hm?

From down the way, it seemed the young lady that had come in had been disturbed by the bar keeper and when she did not get what she wanted, she looked as if she was going to actually let the guy have it. Sitting up slightly as she raised an eyebrow, the woman would watch to see if the girl would actually start a fight. It would certainly liven up the slow and all too quiet night, now wouldn’t it? And who knew…maybe if it got bad enough she could actually crack some heads too. It was a fun thought, but the woman was not one to start something when others could do the job for her. Alas it seemed the girl didn’t have any steam to put up a fight.

All bark and no bite? How disappointing, but hey at least she had enough spunk to catch her interest. She wondered, as she decided to finish off the small bottle in a few gulps rather than bother with a cup before ordering two more bottles, just how much spunk the kid had. Curious or perhaps just finding a target for her own amusement, the woman would take the two new bottles of sake in one hand and her cup in the other. Her proficiency at balancing the items a sign she was no stranger to drinking even if she did sway a bit as she moved a few seat down to eventually plop down on the stool next to the girl.

“So kid, I couldn’t help, buh notice you wan da drink something butter than tea,” she said as she looked over at the other with a grin as some of her words slurred and the scent of alcohol hung on her. “'ave some then,” she said as she slid one of the full bottle of sake over to the girl. Isn’t this what she wanted originally? Something to drink? Well now was her chance to have something so much better than some lousy old tea. Question was: would she drink it?

You can’t really judge a book by its cover though some may wonder what there wasn’t to judge when an older woman partially drunk was approaching a kid and offering her booze. Honestly, what sane adult did that? Was that even normal? Was that even allowed?  Well you know what? Fuck the questions and the rules. This woman could do as she wanted and if someone had a problem with it? Well step right up. She had enough power behind her to make anyone see differently. Sadly said power would always be wasted on the weak hearted. You know the ones that talked and blab, but did nothing when she decided to have a bit of fun? Wanna example of what I’m talkin’ about? Check it.

So she offered the kid the booze shortly after the tea arrived right? And like the kid, she perked up like a dying flower being offered water, see? That shit alone was amusing enough, but you see that guy there? That bar tender guy that thought he had the authority to be Mr. Righteous? Yeah him. He looked like he was about to say something causing the older woman to look from the girl over at him with a what appeared to be a laid back smirk as she watched him. She leaned against the counter making sure not to knock her booze over in the process as she spoke.

“Gotta prob with the sumtin’, pops?” she would ask her behavior and wording not any better than before. The bar tender flinched under her words, debated about rebelling, and then knowing better shook his head and backed away. See? That is the sort of shit she hated. Sure, she didn’t want to bite the hand that fed her so to speak, but come on! Not even a smart-ass remark back? That was bull and freakin’ pathetic. It disgusted her to no end, but whateves.

Now this kid on the other hand. She was a bit more appealing and look at her go with that drink would ya? Could this kid become her drinking buddy in time? Or did she only do this to put on a good show? It would sure be sad to see her on the floor after one bottle, but then again. Hehehe. Let’s see how many bottles we can fill ‘er up on before she passed out, aye?

Anyway, the older woman didn’t seem to mind the kids behavior as she decided against the cup and took a swing from her own bottle instead. Trying to pour stuff took too long and became down right frustrating when precious liquid got on the table instead of in her belly. In any case, she placed the bottle down on the table a bit heavy handedly, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was this kid next to her and how much she could keep her entertained.

“Mah name ain’t Lady, kid. It’s Streya so get it straight. Got it?” she would say her words rough and intimidating, even under the slur of alcohol impaired speech. She would take a second swing on her bottle before resting her elbow on the counter still holding the bottle as she pointed an index finger at the kid as she gave her smirk.

“You better finish that ‘cause as long as I’m sitting next to ya. The booze is gonna keep comin’. Dun go disappointin’ me now that ya got mah attention,” the woman would say. The words were not a warning, but a guarantee. You wanted to act tough and be a bad ass? Fine, but own it man…or else there would be hell to pay.

With the bar tender watching the scene, the half drunk lady would managed to stay on her seat despite the swaying showing some form of elegance despite the nature, but say something about that to her face and see how far pretty words would get those teeth of yours.

In any case, it was interesting observation and a bit scary to see. Seriously, if she could stay on that seat and throw back drinks like it was nothing, then imagine her in drinking contest. She didn’t look it with, but this woman could down liquor like water. You see this sake? Yeah, it was getting her drunk, but not nearly at the rate some of the heavier stuff did. So she could down a ridiculous amount of the stuff before actually passing out. After all her body was used to the drink. It was her favorite so until it began to have less of an effect on her. Now she had to move onto something stronger if she really wanted to get so drunk she couldn’t see straight.

Fortunately for her she had found entertainment to keep her from going that route for the moment and besides the day wasn’t that bad, so she could pass on the horrible hang over from that sort of fun. Unfortunately that meant the kid was stuck with the worse possible adult in this situation and that mouth of hers was only cementing the company. The older woman could see the kid was getting drunk off of that first big swig she had taken. Maybe if she was a pro it wouldn’t have mattered, but the kid was wet behind the ears still. Still the move was pleasing to see showing the kid was bold if a bit reckless. On top of that it seemed the girl was getting bolder with her words and action. So this punk thought she could mouth off at her like that? Pfft. ‘ere hold my drink. I got some business to take care of ‘ere.

The woman would smirk.

“As if I would give brats the honor of sucking on mah tits,” she would say as she took a swing of the sake she had again. The bottle was almost empty. “’sides you dun wan that right? You be a fuckin’ adult now, so dun need no ma, now. So now that u’ve joined da club and got your big girl pants and some shit, give your name.” That wasn't a question or suggestion, it was a command. Speak up pup, so mah old ears can 'ere ya.

Yeah. She was pretty much where she wanted to be on the drunk scale. Now there were hardly any barriers left to protect the kid. The different between her and the kid though?

The woman would pause and finish off the bottle and look over to the bar tender who reluctantly went to get her another one, but then remembering who he was dealing with he grabbed a second just in case. He knew where this was going. The kid really should've just taken the tea...and maybe he should've been bolder, but seriously. That woman...

As the bottles were sat before her, Streya would give the bar tender her most winning drunkish grin. See the difference was she could wear her drunkness like the boss she was, but the kid. Yeah about the kid. She was attempting to be a boss, but could she do it?

The woman's attention went back to the kid next to her as she spoke up again. What was that, she heard? Was this kid trying to take her on? Ohoho.

To her challenge the drunk woman grinned. So she wanna to play that game huh? Alright. Let's play!

The woman would placed the second bottle between herself and the other without saying much as she gave the other a glance that pretty much dared her to try and make it to second base, but could she make it? After all, when the kid got done with that first bottle, she was gonna have to down the next. That was the price to pay for running her mouth. Granted, she might have to drink that last bottle herself. Look at the kid lose it. Fucking hilarious.

“Ya know sumfink,” the woman would say with a sway. “Ya not half bad, but I wunder if ya cam eben keep up with me. Might wanna call it quits, kid,” she would say her tone playful and amused, but would the girl listen? She waited to see what happened as she began working on the new bottle she had. This was turning out to be more fun than she thought.

Streya would watch the girl out the corner of her eye as she took another swing of her drink, everything around her becoming a familiar hum that came along with the drunkness that was there in her mind. Sure, she was swayed and perhaps even her speech was bad at this point; however, this was a pro, so you know what that meant? Well, I’ll tell ya. While on the surface, this might look bad the woman underneath all that was quite alert and still had enough wit about her to know what was going on. She knew what she was doing when she added fuel to the flame, driving this kid to do something she’d probably regret later, but you see? That was the thing right there. The kid didn’t know how to just call it quits…not that that was much of an option unless she wanted to fight to escape. An alternative that would work just as well for trying to chicken out.

But this kid? Nah. Wait. What dgee say ‘er name was again? Aya. Yeah. Aya. Right she could reminder that. Anyway, Aya ‘ere just kept on drinkin’ and kept on talkin’ becoming more and more amusing as the alcohol began to set in and loosen her up. She even had the nerve to be cocky when she was on a downward slope. What a gal! And wha’ waz ‘at? Was she trying to fight her? Oh, kid you really are asking for it, aren’t ya?

Streya would look over at the girl as her eyes took on a fiery light at such a challenge. If the girl thought she was gonna scare the woman with that she had another thing coming.

“Ya tink ya can ‘andle thisss?” Streya said as she jab her thumb at her busty chest not seeming to care that the bar tender was giving a worried look now. In his eyes this was bad…really bad. Maybe he should stop it, but did he? Nope.

Streya would grab her bottle and rock off her chair easily rebalancing herself with her sways. " 'ell, com’ on ‘ere! Lets slee if ya’ar all talk smart-ass. Brin’ yar drinks,” she would say as she headed towards the door. She had been itching for a fight all night and while it was true she was playing unfair going after someone probably a whole lot weaker than herself, she didn’t care. That kid had woken the beast now and if she even thought she could make her wait or run, then the kid would find out just how terrifying this drunk could be when mad.

Regardless, Streya would get outside and take another swing of her drink. Damn. Empty already. Tch! She would hold the bottle loosely between her fingers as she waited for the kid to get out there.

Meanwhile, the bar tender would look back at the girl. He really should say something, but…then again. He didn’t exactly want that woman to come back in and trash his place due to impatience. So being the “responsible” party. He let this one bare her own cross alone. He just hoped things would settle before the kid actually got hurt….

This kid was a piece of work, ya know? Even when she was on a downhill slope and slurring like she was just barely hanging onto the world, she still had the nerve to put up that tough girl act and take the taunts as if she could handle the big kids. It was a good show, but Steya wondered as she got off her chair and wobbled her way outside ready to tear into this lump of meat, could this kid really keep up the act? Even in her drunken state, the woman could tell where this was headed. She saw it coming, the bar tender saw it coming, and even the homeless kid out back that didn’t even know what the hell was going on knew what was about to go down as soon he was able to rub the sleep out of his eyes and assess what was going on. The two little ones with him were scared, but being truly responsible he sent them packin' away from the scene. Though why the hell the older one decided to stay was beyond her.

Maybe he was settling to watch a show…or maybe he’d play hero and come save this punk from her doom. She didn’t know and quite frankly she didn’t care. If the kid was smart he’d keep his ass right where he was and simply watch a pro at work. Otherwise, she'd have to meat bags to tenderize tonight.

Now where the hell was that—?

Ah! Here she comes still trying to drink and walk. The swaying was a nice touch, but Streya hoped that didn’t stop her from being a good dance partner. After all, she hated bluffers more than anything. This punk had better back up her words.

Full of liquor and a fire that could only be quenched by a good rumble, Streya held her ground her feet spread apart and her positioning slightly crouched as she maintained balance even in high heels. She even managed to keep a lose grip on her empty sake bottle though that was probably habit more so than thought working there. Heh. This wasn’t the first time this had happened for her and just like all those other times, she was going to give no mercy.

When the kid wasted sake and even fell to the ground sometime later, she still was running that damn trap of hers and even tried to taunt the older woman when she couldn’t even stand! Grinning like a mad beast, Streya would look down on her opponent.

“I’ve ben waifing for yar slow ass to get here. Yar fuckin’ boring me, kid!” she said in dangerous tones, the smile making her seem more malicious and intimidating than before. Just what had this kid unleashed?

It was hard to say as the busty woman marched over to the girl and towered over her for a bit before lifting a foot and nudging her left shoulder with enough force to knock her over…something that should’ve been easy if she was as wasted as she seemed. Yeah, the move made her stumble back, but listen here bub. She was still on her feet, so back off!

It may have seemed like a bully move considering she had the upper hand here, but in Streya’s mind all of this was legit. The kid dug herself into this hole and now she would either have to pull herself out of it or sink to the abyss below. Question was what was she going to do now?

And so it begins, thought the street kid that sat quietly with his back against the wall, his dark colored eyes watched the two ladies some ways away get begin to get into a fight. To be honest, he hadn’t really gone looking for this fight like he typically would when trekking the streets alone at night. After all he had the kids with him tonight, since someone back “home” decided to be overly stupid and land herself behind bars when she got busted. Without extra help, he was strapped pulling double duty as caretaker and leader. Not a hard task considering most of the family could handle themselves, but the runts of the pack? Well, without their big sis they didn’t really have a defense against the more rough and tumble pups their age and so naturally they ran to whoever they thought could protect them most. In this case, any of the older kids….who always shooed them away thanks to no patience for the meek or timid. So with no one else to turn to they came to him. He didn't mind and honestly didn't get why the twins hadn't come to him right off the bat. Either way, he didn't go to collect them himself either. Instead, he watched them find their own refusing to step in unless necessary. At the end of the day, they survived and when they had enough of being tossed around they came to him ceasing the torment from anyone not looking to lose a tooth or two.

So with the little ones with him, he had mellowed down his usual behavior to keep them safe. Thus why he had thought the tea house would be a safe place to rest near for the night. While he was aware of drunks being a potential hazard, the kid had thought maybe with this being a tea house that maybe that sort of thing would be slim; however, it appeared he was wrong in a kind sort of bad, yet good way.

On the bad hand, he did not expect the busty lady to come out of there with a look that could kill. He had heard rumors about this particular lady and had run across the aftermath of her…"little tussles". No dead bodies, but seriously….it wasn’t exactly pretty seeing how many faces she could beat into a pulp and keep the victim alive. When she came out of the tea house without a target at first, he had thought maybe she would target anyone in sight thus he had told the kids to run and hide just in case she did charge at them. After all, she had taken note of them, so he wouldn't be surprised.

However, when her victim of the night came out without shoes and a bottle of something that looked to be getting the best of her, the young man had relaxed slightly as he settled in his spot. Well, well. Maybe he would get amusement instead. A cruel thought pattern, but hey he figured if the girl had gotten herself into the mess, then she could probably get out of it.

Besides, the girl looked like a street brat like himself, so all the more not get involved. You start something finish it. The rule was as simple as that.

In any case, the dark skin male would keep a casual eye on the fight deciding he would only interfere if murder looked like it was about to happen. For now though, it looked like the show was just getting started. Let's watch and see what happens shall we?

And what a show it was turning out to be.

So like the kid tried to take a swing at Streya and missed with her aim. Yes. She was drunk, but so was Streya, but look. She landed a “hit” so to speak so why couldn’t this brat do the same? Was she really that wasted? Pfft. She better not be. Fight damn it!

Streya’s foot would make contact with the girl and roughly nudge her, knocking her over easily enough with the move. Look at ‘er flopping on the ground like some fuckin’ fish. Get up and do something! That was the raging thought as the older woman stomped her foot down a bit hard on the ground for balance as she finished the nudge from earlier. As she came down, the girl decided to push herself up and make another swing at her.

Instead of moving, Streya took the blow she saw coming letting that small fist smack right into the cushion that was her upper chest. A smack to the boob was never comfortable and it did sting a bit, but nothing more. The girl’s drunken state gave her courage, but apparently no power; however, that wouldn’t matter as the older woman hunched over slightly with a mad grin on her face.

“Yea, well sow ami. Dun mean shit though. ‘ou still gotta fight,” she would say in tones that seemed to hold a bit of amusement...or perhaps madness to them. “ ‘ere. Let me demonstrate for ya!”

She would speak the words as her body moved back. As she moved, she cocked her left arm back before the well polished fingernails disappeared into her palm as her fist curled. Then like gun being fired that fist would come down upon that girl aiming a nice hefty punch at her face since it seemed to be the easier target at the moment. The force behind the punch was controlled though even if the woman was drunk. She wasn't aiming to kill the kid or KO her in one shot. Even so, if struck the kid would be seeing stars for sure with that one. She was kind of hoping the kid could prove herself worthy even if drunk...maybe dodge or something. It would become pretty boring if the kid was a sack of meat that did nothing. Come on kid! Keep me entertained!

She tried to dodge, but she just couldn’t do it as Streya’s fist smashed right into her face. It wasn't a full hit, but it was enough to get some drool and blood going as the kid was knocked backwards from the impact. It wasn’t a solid blow, but impact always felt good to the fight hungry woman that watched the girl with her mad grin. She was just getting warmed up and was hoping the kid had more to give….though her grin would crumple as she watched the kid hack up a good portion of the alcohol in her system and afterwards became so weak that even this raging bull didn’t feel like it was worth punishing the girl further. Yeah, she could’ve been the bully and beat her down for even pulling this sort shit, but even so Streya liked her wins more or less fair. It might’ve been different if the kid actually fought back, but as it was now, she was only a sad weeping sack of flesh. The kid was disgusting and not worth another blessing from her fists. Tch!

Sneering in an unpleasant way at the outcome of the fight, the woman would look down at her opponent that was quickly losing focus, though she struggled to stay up. Heh. Feisty gal, she’d give her that, but that wasn’t enough to sway this angry beast as she stood as tall as she could on drunken legs and rub at her nose as she took rather unlady-like snort in.

“ur so boring with yar flapping yapper and not enough action. Maybe ya ssshould staph playin’ tough and go back to school w’ere ya belong. Don’t got no time for babysitting and shit,” she would say her tone heated and alcohol driven. In any case, whether the girl heard the words or not, the woman would turn and to spit off to the side before glancing heatedly at any nearby victims.

Everyone had cleared out except that kid, but it look like he had gone to sleep. She didn’t blame him for that one, it wasn’t much of a fight anyway. Giving one more heated glance at the down kid, Streya would sway off heading somewhere else for the night. She needed to have a good rumble to cure this hunger she had tonight. Maybe her next meal would put a bruise or two on her.

Meanwhile, the kid that was supposedly sleeping against the wall had only pulled a fast one on the woman who had slugged the girl hard enough to put her down for the night. He had closed his eyes enough that a casual on looker - or a drunk one in this case - would think he was indeed sleeping. In reality, he could still see through the small crack he left between his eye lids. He couldn’t see well, but it was enough that if the woman did decide to come over, he could still react. Thankfully, after the screaming war had ended and some rather harsh words were passed, the busty lady took her leave of the area. Meaning….he was left to play clean up.

Not a pleasant job, but unlike someone else around here, he wasn’t one for leaving folk next to their own vomit. That wouldn’t be a pleasant thing to wake up to…Besides the girl was probably gonna have a nasty hang over anyway, so waking up next to waste and to an angry shop owner was probably not the best wake up call. Mhmm. Best to get her somewhere a bit more “friendlier” to wake up too.

With his plan in hand, he wait a few seconds before daring to move. He wanted to make sure the angry one was completely gone before approaching a potential threat. The last thing he needed was to be taken out by a wolf lusting for a fight. He still had two of his own to worry about, so his approach to the down girl was cautious.

Drunks were a dangerous lot. Even more dangerous when you weren’t sure if they were armed or not. He typically veered away from helping the lot, mostly because of their insanity, but this one? He gave her the benefit of the doubt. He didn’t think this was an average drunk considering she seemed to go down pretty fast. Upon getting a bit closer and seeing just how wasted she was, his assumption from before was more or less confirmed. Yeah, a daily drinker wouldn’t be in this state, their stomachs more twisted and hardened to handle the amount of poison they shoved down their throats all the time. While that was a minor relief there was still one big problem at hand: how the hell was he to get her up without being stabbed or shot?

He would plot his plan as he moved. For starters, he made sure to make his presence noticed. The last thing he wanted to do was scare the chick even if she didn’t seem like she had much fight in her. Staying on his toes, he would attempt to help her, but if she pulled anything funny or tried to harm him, he’d quickly drop her ass right back where she was, backtrack to collect the kids, and then leave her right there to handle her own hell in the morning.

However, if she didn’t resist the aid, he would haul her up to her feet and after signaling the kids to go on home without him, he would work on at least getting the girl to a better spot to rest than where she currently was. He would deal with any verbal abuse, the stench of alcohol, and any other shenanigans that weren’t hurting him as he dragged her along. Once in a safe spot, he would leave her there to sober up before moving off to find something to get the perfume of a drunk off of him before heading back home for the night.

Regardless of what happened, it looked like the night was over for the girl called Aya.