Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20160207063839/@comment-25582638-20160216042834

“In a...... nightclub?” Cyzarine replied with an obvious answer. “*hic* Whyyy?” and asked a question with an obvious answer but her teammates' obvious intention didn't register to her drunk brain.

“Who are you talkin' to, wimp?” Raizel asked as she went back to her post behind the counter.

“It's Suzhen.” the young girl pointed at her headphones while the rebel rolled her eyes in annoyance. “She wants *hic* to know where am I..... and asked *hic* something about team bonding....”

“Just tell that b*tch we'll be back tomorrow.”

“She can hear you. *hic* You can talk.”

Raizel raised an eyebrow, pouring another round of drink on the girl's glass. “Oh really? Well, as you can see and hear missy,” the rebel made her voice louder as she addressed Fen. “We can handle ourselves here. The wimp's perfectly fine and I. Work. Here as a damn bartender. So, mind 'yer own business an- HOW MANY TIMES SHOULD I TELL YOU TO DO THAT SOMEWHERE, YOU F*CKIN' ANIMALS?! Isn't that why there are rooms upstairs?!”

Raizel's attention shifted in an instant to an adult, male wolf faunus with two female strippers that are about to..... well...... strip.

“Hey, you. What did 'ya call me?!” he asked angrily, obviously drunk from the tone of his voice.

“Are you deaf and a plain idiot or what? I told you there are f*ckin' rooms upstairs.” Raizel didn't answer him and put more emphasis on doing “the thing” in a proper place.

“No, no, you answer my question fir-” the wolf faunus didn't finish when the rebel put something on top of the table. It actually resembles a grenade but it still has the pin to pull.

“So, what are you goin' to choose, animal: go upstairs or put this thing in your annoying mouth?”

Cyzarine observed nonchalantly, sipping her drink in large amounts this time.

“Alright, cool it, cool it, cool it. I'm going! C'mon, girls.”

The two women slightly carried the drunk man away from the counter, much to the rebel's relief.

Seconds later, a group of people, obviously delinquents, made an entrance in the club. Some of the party animals nervously glanced at them and scurried away from their path as they headed downstairs towards the bathhouse.

“Tch. They're here again.”

“You know them? *hic*”

“Yeah. A new gangster that work for a wanna-be-mafia gang of loan sharks that runs this place.” Raizel said and poured herself a drink. “Bunch of troublemakers around the town. Rumors said that the two are getting on each others' nerves lately.”

“Huh......*hic*” Cyzarine tried her best to absorb the information from the rebel.

“Hey, I almost forgot! Tell that girl to mind her own business!”

She can hear you, she thought and turned her attention back to the heiress. “Suzheeen. Let's meet again, tomorrow *hic*.................... what does the color of red *hic* looks like again?”