Smells Like Spring Spirit[Natasha/Hannah]

Vacation was something the southern coordinator of the Sternritter had yearned for some time. What wonderful period of time to choose a vacation than spring break? Where the parties were bright, festivals were booming, and the fine men and women were waiting in the wings - prepared to experience nights of debauchery and intoxication. With the sound of an alarm bell ringing in her ear, it took the blue-eyed sharpshooter no less than a few seconds to dress within appropriate spring wear, a sky blue two-strapped swim dress that flawlessly fit her curves.

Smoothly placing a pair of sunglasses on her eyes, Natasha would grab a small duffle bag with her belongings, some lunch that was cooked and prepared the night prior - in case she found the food in her next destination to be unsavory - and some hand cash to buy whatever caught her fancy. Preparations complete, the southern woman would engage in a minimal use of Hirenkyaku , striding towards a festival being hosted at the beach. When she arrived, she was met with the wandering eyes of young men, the booming applause from her female peers, and other forms of attention that the blonde-haired woman welcomed with nothing but a joyous expression.

Walking amidst the crowd, Natasha's eyes would observe the events unfolding before her eyes in search of a good time. She wondered where a nice bar was. Wait, no. Not yet, toots. No alcohol yet.

While Natasha didn't want to go to the bar, the bar wanted to go to her. Commotion around the makeshift bar area was drawing in quite the crowd. Some extremely slender woman in a red dress was sat there, necking pints in rhythm with a man she was obviously competing with. However this waif little thing was managing it, men were slinking off in defeat while she was sat there, no less sober than when she had started, and only occasionally leaving to drain the bladder before returning to send more people into the dirt with her apparently supernatural drinking ability.

Even though Natasha had aimed to desperately avoid the bar early, it would seem that the commotion in the makeshift bar area had succeeded in seducing the woman with it's chaotic wiles nonetheless. A playful pout formed in the woman's lips as she placed a hand on her hip and shook her head. Well, she could hold her liquor quite well. Most of the time. It honestly depended on the drink in question. Whatever the case, her interest was piqued and she walked over to the bar to take in the appearance of this waifish thing guzzling down alcohol as if it were a casual beverage. Impressed, she gazed at the men and the bartender before raising a finger.

"Give me some of your finest, darlin'. This little sweet thing is havin' a mighty fine time'. Suppose I'll humor her." Natasha would turn to Hannah as the bartender prepared some whiskey, somewhat familiar with Natasha, who admittedly was a woman known for frequenting a bar or two in the City of Lights. As he brought the bottle over, Natasha would grab it entirely as she gazed at Hannah, downing the entire bottle in one go.

"May I have this dance, lil' lady~?"

"Can you still stand after such a drink?" Hannah asked, turning in Natasha's direction. The pale, unfocused eyes made her blindness clear when one looked. Though, despite being blind, it seemed she could see after a fashion. "Usually people don't get on their knees in front of me until the end of the night, so I don't want you keeling over mid-dance"

The coy smirk and sultry tone certainly implied the woman knew what she was doing in more than just the bar. It was possible that Natasha might end up in quite a compromising position, if she got involved with this one....

"Course I can, darlin'. One bottle isn't enough to take me out. Plus, If I keel over, I'll just get the bartender to call a soldat to escort me to a hotel or drive me home," Natasha would toss the bottle back towards the bartender, ordering another bottle of alcohol as she gazed at the woman, taking a more measured sip so that she could ask her a question. She hadn't particularly seen the woman around here before. Of course, she wouldn't assume she knew everyone in the city but she did frequent it enough. Her likely guess is that the woman was here for spring vacation and lookin' for a fun time considering how many drinks she was going through so far.

"So, what's yer name, Lil' Lady? Some people enjoy' nicknames' and all or find themselves cool with me callin' em' darlin, honey, or sugar but I'm curious to know what yer name is and what brings ya' here. I don't think I've seen yer' face round these parts before."

A coy prank? A coy prank. Hannah would slide her finger in the Quincy's direction and silently cast Great Sun's Judgement. A more powerful version of the Kaido she was using to negate the alcoholic content of beer before she drink it, this Kaido would burn the 'poison' in her bloodstream. While usually it was used for actual literal poison, alcohol came under that just enough to be effected, and so with her casting of the Kaido, the poor Quincy's tolerance for the stuff would hit rock bottom, as if she had never taken a sip of anything.

"I'm Hannah" she said, turning fully towards the woman. Maybe she should play a bit more. After all, festivals were meant for this kind of throwaway relation, no? "And I have a few cute nicknames for you that you might hear later"

"Hannah, huh? Name's Natasha. Natasha Miller. Most call me Nat for short. Pleasure to meet ya'." Natasha would tilt her head as the alcohol felt as if it had lost most of it's intoxicating luster. Huh. Maybe the stuff wasn't as good here at the festivals. Stretching her arms as she set the bottle down, she'd observe the woman with her gaze as she took note of how the woman's eyes seemed to be gazing in no direction, something the southern woman took note of as she turned around fully. Was she blind or was it a quirk of hers? Ah, what did it matter. She seemed to be a functioning woman all the same. A part of her kind of felt like she had a small idea on what the woman was aiming at but she wasn't gonna jump to a conclusion. Her flirtatious intro may have mixed the signals, though. Maybe she could practice toning down the southern charm.

"And what might those cute nicknames be, Hannah? "

Ordering a shot of bourbon for herself and Natasha, Hannah would slide it over to the woman and give a smile.

"That's for later. Now, I believe you owe me a dance, yes?" she stated, raising the glass and downing it, before standing up. Only the decades of self-control that had gone into developing herself into who she was allowed her to not shudder at the power and the taste. Gods, she felt a little mean at how Natasha was going to be hit by this shot. But, she wouldn't just leave her alone to be taken advantage of, so it was ultimately fine.

Holding out her hand like they were at a fine ball, she would tilt it in Natasha's direction. "If you would, Miss~"

"If you say so, darlin'. Later implies ya got more than drinking on yer mind'." Taking the shot of bourbon from the blind woman, Natasha would bring the small glass towards her lip, consuming it in it's entirety. It certainly held more of a punch than the bottle she was consuming a few seconds ago. A mighty fine punch, in fact. Phew... what was in this bourbon, anyway? A playfully pleasing whistle echoed from her lips as she leaned against the bar, as though somewhat in a daze. Thankfully, only by willpower alone could she maintain some grasp on her state of mind but she welcomed the intoxicating haze all the same. Turning to Hannah, Natasha would give the woman a drunken nod.

"Sides'. I'm Natty Miller. Alcohol' n' m' g' wy' back, y'know? This' bourb' is kid stuff."

In a fashion akin to a boisterous woman who felt she could take on the entire world, Natasha would grab the bottle of bourbon from the bartender who poured the shot, drinking the entire bottle as if it was but lightwork in the eye's of the southern sharpshoo-

And now she was out. Like a Light. Falling backwards from her chair as she landed onto the sand. Pride comes before the fall certainly applied well here.

Hannah would stay frozen to the spot for a moment as Nat grabbed a bottle and downed it all. That was definitely unexpected, to be sure. People were good at messing with finely laid plans, it seemed...

"Well that didn't go well at all" Hannah commented, lifting Nat up on a plumb of air, getting a nearby motel from the bartender, and then carrying the woman off. Hannah could barely carry a heavy bag of shopping, so a passed out woman was no chance without her Kido. Still, she would head off to the motel, pay for a room, and then put her down on the bed.

No doubt several people were watching her due to how suspicious this whole thing was, but Hannah didn't mind. She had nothing to hide after all. She would just sit on the bed opposite, and focus on her reiatsu flow, straining her soul like a muscle for more power.