Drinking after dark (Closed)

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Flight by night, no matter the planet, was a wondrous sight for the young woman. With a light landing, Lily stood on the edge of rooftop while scanning the signs around her. Viktara had told her what bar to look for to meet the woman for drinks, with directions to make her search simple. The questionable name of the bar made her raise an eyebrow, but the name seemed like it would fit someone like the Heran woman. With a lazy step the half-saiyan stepped off the ledge, slowing close to the ground to land. She adjusted her jacket from the flight and walked into the bar, her mind probing the crowd to pick up her new friend. As soon as she could feel the direction, she could see the tall woman sitting at the bar so she went and sat beside her.

"Hope you didn't wait long," Lily greeted the Heran with a friendly smile.
"What can I get you?" the bartender cut in, between serving others.
"Oh, I'll take a..." she paused to consider her options, "one Kabochan Motion, please."
"Alright," the man nodded, proceeding to prepare the drink.

Glancing around the bar, Lily was wary, making note of her surroundings. A reflex, if nothing else, from her years of travel. Her tail wrapped around the bottom of the stool, out of the way of the other patrons. As she glanced around, the bartender slid over her drink, a pleasant looking orange liquid topped with whipped cream. Using the stick in the drink, with a smooth motion, she scooped a small bit of cream. She stuck it in her mouth before stirring the cream into her drink. Mixing the cream into the brown-flecked orange drink made a particular swirl in the glass, which is where the drink got its name. Taking a few sips of the pumpkin pie tasting drink, she turned back to Viktara.

"So, is this usually how you end your work days?"

Lily continued to sip at her drink as the Heran spoke, listening to the woman prattle on about how she found the bar the perfect place to visit at all times of day. The large woman had evidently been drinking for a while, which made the half-saiyan wonder exactly how much she had consumed to reach this manner of intoxication with her size. As Viktara posed the question, Lily had to think about it for a moment. The honest answer was that she really wasn't that fun. She watched TV to unwind, or read magazines when while monitoring her autopilot. Really, a lot of her free time was spent training, or thinking about training. It was only the rare occasion that she even stopped at a bar while visiting the far and few between planets she stopped at.

"Well, I guess this," she shrugged in an offhand tone. "I'll stop by bars on my travels, pick up local information before I leave. Resupplies are generally the only time I stop by populated areas. I spend a lot of time travelling by myself, so I don't get to do a lot of socializing." Taking a larger drink of mixed beverage, she set the almost empty glass down and looked around. "Not that this is really my scene anyways," she chuckled.

"Do you do much travelling? Or is this pretty much home for you?

While she listened to the larger woman ramble on, the thought did strike her to further inquire about the nature of the thugs. She didn't have any enemies, that she knew of, and was quite average.. She had considered it was for the Wayfinder, some large piece they could scrap for some value. But the Heran's words seemed to imply a greater interest besides vehicular theft. No point in prying further though, as the amazonian woman had already moved on to other subjects.

Like her paltry numbers.

It was no secret to the young half-saiyan that she was weak. Not to your average human, mind you, as she stood far above any regular person. But in the cosmic sense of things, she stood low on the rungs of universal strength. She had worked hard for years to attain what she had now, but in the end she knew her strength was limited. But, despite how crushing a realization it may be, Lily couldn't help but smile at her new friend.

"Well, I'm not a Saiyan, not completely. My strength is what it is, no planets fear me." she laughed softly. She polished off the rest of her drink and set down the empty glass.

"Besides," she winked at the taller woman, "if you had to rely on that thing to catch me, I must be doing pretty good." She laughed again, "you know, all things considered."

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The Jailbird, huh? Man, what a dump this place was, Aicee thought to himself as he stood outside the run-down bar. According to Ravol's intel, this was where the Heran liked to pass most of her time, so finding her here was more than likely. As soon as the Arcosian walked in the door, he was faced with a boisterous ambience. Inside there were numerous kinds of other alien scum, each one uglier than the previous. This sure seemed fit for the Heran amazon.

Aicee's eyes browsed the bar, searching for his target. Hmm, seemed like the Heran wasn't here after all... Wait, sat at the the bar's counter. Was that the human he was sent after? Well, wasn't that lucky. Looked like he wasn't going to leave empty handed from this place after all.

The Arcosian mercenary started to slowly levitate towards the girl at the counter. Like in his previous jobs, Aicee liked to give his targets a chance to come with him willingly, rather than having them beat up from the get go. This almost never happened though, with the rare exception of the sight of him would be enough to scare the hunted.

"Hold on a second..." Aicee whispered to himself, as he glanced better the human. Was that a tail curling around the stool's leg he saw coming out of the girl's rear? His faced grimaced at this sight, judging by the hair alone, he had thought it was just a human, but the tail told otherwise. This "human" surely had Saiyan blood running through their veins. Aicee came to a stop, quickly reminding himself of his barren home planet, dead by the hands of the Saiyans. He felt disgusted, and then enraged.

His body now surrounded in a greenish aura could be seen by those at the bar seconds before he rushed against the hybrid.
"FILTHY SAIYAN!" he roared from the bottom of his lungs, as he grabbed the girl's head from behind and smashed it over the counter into the liquor filled shelved wall behind the barman.

“Get OVER HERE, you BASTAAAARD!” the Heran snarled, her brow furrowing as her eyes filled with rage while they focused in on her target. The warrior violently threw her arm forward, releasing a miniature capsule out of her hand that curved through the air and narrowly missed it’s target. The Jinkouman who the attack was aimed for simply reveled in Viktara’s poor marksmanship. It erupting into one it’s race’s trademark laughter before it leapt into the air and clacked it heels together tauntingly.

“Awww, SCREW this, I ain’t dealin’ with this shit.” she scoffed as she angrily mashed a button on the side of her scouter. Suddenly, the open fields and grasslands around her immediately began to pixelate and break away as the entire virtual world deconstructed itself. Within a few moments, Viktara found herself back in the bathroom stall where she’d entered, still enjoying her solitude away from all the noise of the bar.
“Saibaman Go?” she clicked her tongue before resting her cheek into her palm. “Tch, more like ‘Saibaman Go suck a fat dick.’ How do people enjoy this shit?”

After mumbling in aggravation to herself for a few more moments, the Heran finally decided it would be rude to keep her guest waiting any longer. As she placed her hands onto her thighs to exert the energy to stand up, another thought suddenly occurred in her mind.
Wait, does this thing have solitaire?

It seemed, to the young woman, that if the mysterious new attacker had some kind of goals or demands, he wasn't about to divulge them to her at this time. The release of skull-splitting pressure on her head was only a moment's reprieve before the stranger slammed his powerful arm downward to smash her face into the stained dark tiled floor of the seedy bar. This time, she was able to react just enough to bring her arms up across her face to prevent it from being broken upon impact, though the stinging pain that shot through her arms was almost as bad. She could feel the Ki flaring in anger around her assailant, once again finding herself outmatched by some random foe.

But that wouldn't stop her.

With her arms crossed underneath her, pinned to the floor, it was purely luck that her palms were facing upwards. Ki fluxed across her fingertips as she released a stinging blast from each hand. She had to blast the lizard-like alien's hand away enough to slip away, just enough so she could roll away from her attacker. With arms underneath her from a roll, but not pinned to the ground, she'd easily be able to push off and take to the air.

If she could flip over the end of the bar, behind some startled patrons, she could break the line of sight of her foe, give herself some breathing room. It all hinged on momentarily breaking his grasp with her blasts, an all or nothing strategy at this point.

Aicee's attempt to smash the Saiyan girl's head into the ground seemed to have failed, with the hybrid managing to break the fall with her arms. Well, if he wasn't able to crack her head open, maybe at least she would have broken an arm. Although, Saiyans were known to be sturdy. Way too sturdy for a breed of monkeys.

The Arcosian mercenary grunted, moving once more to cause damage to the girl under his graps, only to be surprised by a flurry of ki blasts coming from the Saiyan's fingertips, getting directly hit in face, blinding him for a few seconds. Groaning in annoyance, Aicee lifted his hands to his face, rubbing both eyes in an attempt to make the blurriness that was his vision come back to normal.

The Saiyan girl had taken this opportunity to escape over the counter and had gained some distance from him. Aicee flared in frustration, looking around the bar arduously. All he could see were blurs, making up the shape of his prey would prove to be a difficult task in this state.

The situation, however, would only aggravate even more, as a flurry of ki blasts came to his encounter, hitting one after the other on the Arcosian mercenary's back. They didn't hurt, not at all, more so they felt like small bug stings, while one wasn't that big of a deal, more than that would leave a feeling of discomfort and, above all, would only serve to annoy Aicee even more.

He slowly turned, only to be met by a sudden boisterous voice taunting him came from the direction he had been shot, from what it seemed to be a tall blue and orange blur, surrounded by a red aura. If his memory served him right, this one should probably match the other target he was sent to collect, the one he was after in the first place in this beat down joint. This would be his lucky day, having his job made easy with both of them in the same place.

Forcing his vision to focus on the person taunting him, Aicee positioned himself in his fighting stance, widening and lowering his center of gravity. His right hand hovering in front of his face, while keeping his left close to his waist, closed in a fist. The only part of his body that would show any signs of movement now were his tail, waving from side to side, and his face, struggling to make the shape of his opponent.

"Bring it."