Musings Of A Drunken Brat (Kalama, Open to 1)

“Another.” The petite green haired woman would say, offering the bartender her empty glass. She’d been hanging around the place for quite a while, still in Paris, spending most of the evening simply drinking or muttering to herself. Honestly, she was still trying to figure out the woman that she’d met the day before. So kind and cheerful, traits that were very rarely ever shown to the assassin and despite stating all she’d done to her, the other Shinigami had still treated Kalama almost like a daughter. It didn’t make any sense and as Kalama fumbled with the card that the woman had left her, she was none the wiser as to what her fellow relic had been trying to get from her.

The bartender would give Kalama a look, as though he wanted to tell her that she’d already drunk too much but as soon as the Shinigami’s eyes rose to meet him, the man had second thoughts and did as she asked. Frankly, the assassin wasn’t in the mood for violence that evening but it didn’t mean she wouldn’t act if she was irritated. Alcohol seemed to be quite effective at easing the flames of anger within her but it only went so far…

“Asshole has been trying to do it for the last hour or so. Don’t think he has the balls.” The assassin replied, her gaze flicking towards the woman who’d taken a seat beside her. Naturally, Kalama’s spiritual senses were on the prowl from the get go, attempting to figure out just what the woman was in terms of race. Yet, since she detected no sign of fucking Quincy energy from the redhead, the petite warrior’s guard didn’t go up half as much.

The woman was gazing at her rather intently and Kalama tilted her head slightly in response. It was unusual but the assassin didn’t sense any hostility. That was a change, she guessed, for how often was it that she went anywhere these days when she wasn’t looked at with precisely that kind of look?

Curious about the woman, she’d ask, placing the card she’d been fumbling with away. “Are you here for a drink or you got some business with someone?” It was a casual enough question and while Kalama wasn’t inherently nosy, she was in a relaxed enough mood to inquire.