Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24857097-20150115050415/@comment-25582638-20150223080622

Cyzarine didn't go to the Emerald Forest. She just went to another pizza restaurant (again) where its direction is aligned to the forest.

Another pizza box is now dangling on her hand (again) while an additional accessory was added for tonight.

A black face mask.

She also changed her outfit into a bartender's (though she isn't really an employee) while retaining her purple-tinted glasses, purple scarf, and Royal Pandemonium. Slung on her back is a backpack which contains her usual outfit.

She headed to the backdoor of the nightclub and faced a bouncer upon entering the establishment.

"Identify yourself."

Cyzarine showed her necklace containing the emblem of the Bluthardts.

Upon expecting the necklace and her face, the bouncer spoke. "Oh, right. I've seen you before, lassie. Why did you now decide to work here with your siblings?"

"It's personal." She replied flatly.

-

After slipping quietly to the kitchens, Cyzarine finally reached the party area. She was very thankful that she shouldn't worry about the alcohol.

She encountered many r-rated views she passed by that could make every lecher of the world beg to watch them. Such things doesn't bother her at all for as long as her siblings aren't involved... except when their father is doing his hobbies.

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The strippers began performing in front of the audience. Wolf whistles sounded throughout that area.

Casper served more drinks to the drunkards while some of their mouths are watering at the scene. Suddenly, a man fainted and bumped Casper's tray, spilling some of the drinks to bystander's clothes who is twice his size.

"Hey! Ya' lukin' fo a fight, whimp?!" The drunk man growled at him.

"I deeply apologize, sir.~ I shall have your clo-" Casper was cut off when he ducked a right hook from the man which made things worst.

He punched another guy.

"Oopsie.~" The clown sweat-dropped.

"Wha'the f**k did I do to yu, moron?!"

The two exchanged clumsy punches, getting more participants who were 'accidentally' punched. Some were quickly knocked out.

In just less than two minutes, 15 drunkards fought each other. Some slammed some bottles on other's head, some slammed the lighter men on the tables, and some just... tried to punch one another yet they couldn't hit each other.

Casper stood up on a table with a mic on hand.

"Whew.~ Ladies and gentlemen! Tonight, we've got 15 strong men fighting for survival in the jungle!~"

The audience cheered while they formed a circle like a fighting arena.

"As usual, place 'yer bets on these hmm....... whoever these people are!~ The winner will get unlimited drinks for a week!~ And the looooooooooosers will get a free trip to the hospital but of course with the courtesy of the establishment!~"

The people roared with excitement as the 'participants' continued to bring each other down, unaware of what's happening around them. But they didn't give a damn. For as long as they can bring the people who messed with them, they're satisfied.

"My minions!~" Casper called the bar cleaners who wore some kind of butler uniforms.

"Please maintain the safety of our dear fighters!~"

The cleaners proceed to sweep some shards of bottles and put five guns of spring loaded boxing gloves.