Chug! Chug! Chug! [April Penn] (Read 893 times)

[Mizuki Kurokawa]

The large tavern was just about the only place that Mizuki despised more than being cooped up inside her master’s house. No, it wasn’t because of the roaming eyes or drunkards who constantly started a brawl. No, not at all. They were completely fine in her opinion, but it was the fact that her master liked going to the tavern and getting himself so drunk that he made a spectacle of himself and thought it best to start feeling her up.

Mizuki didn’t mind her master, Clarion was his name, to drink himself sick (or to death). She only wanted to use his lack of judgement to break herself free, however. And that never happened in all the years she had been with him. It was like Clarion had a built-in Mizuki sense; he always knew where she was or what she was about to do even in his drunken state.

The nineteen year old woman sighed as she stood in the corner of the tavern, shadows covering part of her body. Time seemed to stretch on as men continually ordered mug after mug of alcohol. Mizuki shifted her weight to one leg and found herself staring at the entrance of the tavern, trying to guess the gender of the next person to enter.

”And... The next one is going to be a guy.”


NOTE: Tagging April Penn so you know you have a thread with me. :)

[April Penn]

April was still struck about finding Bun again, and from their experiences it wasn't something she would ever forgot, but it seemed different. Of course he was still the same loveable Bunji she had always known, but why did he stay in Magnolia, why did he place himself under a guild who tried to force him to be something he was not? She didn't want their darkness to wind up inside of him, not after seeing how happy he was to see her again.

But she needed some space now, afraid of committing herself to the unknown even though it was degusied as familiar. She needed to wind down, and after not drinking or smoking for a few days now, she definitely needed it. Her head drifted up towards a sign ahead, revealing that it was a tavern where she could have fun and forget about him for a while, and maybe stay the night should she be too drunk to stagger home, or find a suitable place to pass out.

Forcing herself to grin towards the very potential of having a fun loving night with no worries, she walked up towards the tavern and opened the door, tossing her long strawberry red hair as she walked through. The tavern, on such a night, was littered with men, each laughing and tipping back their mugs, the occassional groping of a bar wench...Yep! This was her place!

The grin became more sincere, glancing behind her shoulder in a flirtatious fashion as she walked towards the bar, parting a crowd of drunkards on her way there. She was wearing her usual attire, not at all afraid of these men as she paraded herself in a pair of red shorts and black and yellow belly shirt. "Scotch, please!" She cried out towards the bartender, who looked at her with growing interest. Everyone else here seemed to have lingering glances upon her as well, her bright colors and less clothing making her stand out from the males here.

However, she spotted a woman in the corner and waved to her, motioning her forward.

[Mizuki Kurokawa]

To say that Mizuki was surprised was an understatement. She was, in fact, utterly gobsmacked. Not only was her prediction, her one hundred correct prediction, wrong but the person that just walked in was definitely not within her circle of expectation. No, not at all. In fact, the man was a woman that didn’t seem to be a concerned about how the men stopped and stared after her. Brown-red eyes widened as the redhead seemed at ease in the tavern. It showed with how the young woman easily walked across the establishment and immediately ordered something called a ‘scotch.’

Now, Mizuki never drank and so never learned the names of the various types of alcoholic beverages except for what her master ordered (always “beer, any kind”) and the bottles of expensive wine stored in their cellar. This ‘scotch’ intrigued her as well as the, how to say this, scantily clad woman. All she had planned to do was simply watch the girl from her shadowed corner, almost like a spy or ninja in those action type movies. To Mizuki’s surprise she was spotted and gestured to join her. Immediately she glanced at Clarion, who had watch the exchange with bleary eyes; he nodded with a disgusting grin.

She hesitated. While it was tempting to use it as a chance to get to know the girl, Mizuki didn’t want Clarion using the same chance to feel up on the new woman. But... Sepia orbs glanced at the impatient man and deemed it alright. She could, at least, probably push him off of the redhead the moment he got too touchy feely. Mind made up Mizuki began to walk towards the pretty woman, her slave chains dragging against the floorboards behind her.

Taking a seat on one of the stools, Mizuki found herself ordering a ‘scotch’ as well though she stuttered at the unfamiliar word. The bartender raised an eyebrow, his hands paused in cleaning the glass cup. In all the times she had been in the tavern, Mizuki had never requested anything but water or juice. Heat flushed up the back of her neck, her cheeks, and to the tips of her ears. Mizuki, not wanting to look uncool, did a weird shoulder shrug that said, ‘please go along with it.’

To her relief, the worker simply grinned and nodded. Now that that was done and over with, Mizuki shifted so that her body was turned towards the redhead. ”Have you been here before?” She asked, straight to the point.

[April Penn]

April was visibly happy when she saw the other woman. Yeah, sure men were fine, but they were awfully predictable while women had some mystery to them. Besides, she needed someone to have some innocent fun with, and with a Scotch on its way, she'd have no trouble obtaining what she desired.

She blinked towards the woman with dark hair from the corner, the darkness obscuring her features until she came into the light, the rustling at something at her feet catching her attention. Upon realizing that they were chains, April's face gave a small flush, more sympathetic than embarassed. Why were chains on her ankles, who was keeping her prisoner. Her eyes followed the small, wordless exchange between her and the sloppering man next to her and shuttered.

Could that be her master.

Not suppressing the brief look of disgust, Berry turned and faced her new companion, patting a seat next to her as she crossed her legs, very daintily. Her throat gave a little chuckle as the woman ordered a drink herself, and surprsingly, a scotch like she had ordered.

"You have good taste!" She exclaimed with a small giggle, winking at the bartender as he fished twin pairs of glasses and screwed open a half empty bottle. Pouring the clear contents into them, he handed them each their own glasses, a tall, narrow structure that seemed to contrast with the brutish atmosphere.

"And don't worry, the drinks are on me tonight! I'm April, but you can call me Berry!" Tipping the glass back against her throat, she took a large swig from the glass, tittering as a hand rose to her chest that was barely contained behind her bra like shirt.

She blinked, head lowering as she flashed her playful grin. "No. I haven't, but isn't this nice? Now I have a friend to drink -" But as soon as she spoke her eyes fell to the floor, glaring towards the chains. "That isn't right...Barkeep, another round for us!" She suddenly hollered, catching everyone's attention.

But April merely flashed a bright grin, throwing down her empty glass in front of her. The barkeep smiled. This was going to be a fun night.

[Mizuki Kurokawa]

”A-Ah... I am Mizuki and thank you for the drink,” the young woman replied as she took hold of the uniquely shaped cup. She did not offer a nickname as her female companion did, and it wasn’t because she didn’t want an acquaintance to call her so familiarly. Just the opposite really. The only time she had recalled having a nickname was when she had been young and had a family. ”And you can call me Mizu, or whatever you like.” It would be nice to have someone to talk to in such an informal way. It would feel like she wasn’t a slave anymore. Then April took a big swig of her drink like it was nothing.

Wow. That’s all she could think of the woman. Just wow. Most of the women she encountered were either the maids of the house, other female slaves, or poor market women just trying to get something to take home. Feeling a bit like a scientist, Mizuki had some notion that April (or Berry) was a kind of woman that she had never had the experience of meeting. She was outgoing and bold and seemingly fun. What’s more was that she, a slave girl, was called ‘friend.’ Her chest swelled with a familiar emotion. Joy? Possibly, but it felt more than that. Ah, hold up. There was another word more appropriate for it - gratitude.

She saw April glance at her chains and simply gave her a ‘what-can-you-do?’ kind of grin. Mizuki then took the glass to her lips, hesitated, and tipped it back like April. Unfortunately, the dark haired girl sprayed it back out, hacking and coughing afterwards. ”The hell is this?!” Shouted Mizuki in a hoarse voice, her eyes wide and throat burning. It was definitely not what she had expected.

[April Penn]

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The bartender watched them fondly, the red head bold indeed and knew what she wanted. Her empty glass was taken, before the scotch bottle tipped over, spilling another neat amount towards the top, just as Berry liked it. She wasn't paying for cheap thrills, now, was she?

She blinked towards her new companion, her wrist waving dismissively towards her words of gratitude. "No problem, Mizu! I just hate it when I can't find someone like you to drink with, ya know?" Her hand reached for her second shot, swirling it delicately before gulping down her second helping in a flash once more. She wasted no time in trying to get herself drunk, but she had quite the tolerance by now, and she didn't fear getting drunk too quick.

Berry encouraged others to have fun in her presence, after all, what was the point in living if you can't smile most of the time? Even if Mizuki couldn't enjoy herself most days, today, she'd try to make up for it as much as she could. She seemed like a nice person and deserved a bit of good fortune, right?

Her smile widened as Mizu brought the glass to her lips, her lips puckering as she watched the girl intently if she would favor the drink or not. But after a second of allowing the liquid to touch her lips and enter her mouth, it was forcefully expelled all over the counter. Berry threw back her head, chest bouncing with laughter as her voice rose above the rest of the voices in the tavern, causing many heads to life and stare questionably towards them.

Her laugh was purely humor and not a teasing note rose from her mouth. She had expected as much from her, but that first drink face was just priceless. Trying to form words between recovering breaths, she rounded at her with a coaxing grin."When people say 'it's an acquired taste' don't believe a word of it. You just gotta get it down as quickly as possible - even I still make faces!" Her nose gave a wrinkle, tongue poking out playfully.

But then, abruptly, she turned towards the barkeep who had a towel in hand and was cleaning up the mess with a sour frown. "Hey, you wouldn't happen to have any good fruit laying around, would you? Strawberries?" Her warm golden eyes lit up, pleading with the man in a silent display that would have most on their knees in an instant.

The barkeep, pondering this for a moment, would nod. "I might have some, let me check." Came his gruff voice. He disappeared behind the counter for a moment before returning with a a bowel of five plump red strawberries, his last batch he had received the day before. They were soft and ripe, and just what was required for this situation.

Turning back to Mizu with another glass of scotch and the strawberries pushed towards her, her mouth parted. "This is what you do...Now you take a strawberry and dip it into the scotch for about 30 seconds..." Illestrating her point, she reached over and plucked a red jewel from the bowel and held it in her new glass, humming softly. "Then you eat it, and the taste is easy peesy! And delicious!" She exclaimed before popping the scotch soaked strawberry in her mouth. Her face flushed, a big smile on her face as she savored the taste and swallowing it with a satisfied chuckle.

HIBOU of BACK TO NEVERLAND

[Mizuki Kurokawa]

Laughter. Pure unadulterated laughter. It wasn’t mocking or condescending, just simple funny. Mizuki, stunned at the burst, blinked and began to chuckle too. Slowly at first, but building up to a laugh that matched April’s. It felt so good to laugh. Her little spit out should have been embarrassing that she had to walk out, but instead Mizuki found it funny herself. Was this why people drank? Because good feelings come pouring out from their bodies when drinking with people they like? She supposed so, because that how she was feeling right now - good.

”R-Really?” The usually indifferent girl asked, wiping her mouth with her left sleeve while the other dabbed at the tears forming at the corner of her eyes. I laughed so hard that I’m crying? Hah! April, you are one interesting girl. Mizuki then apologized to the bartender before he left to get a bowl of fruit when she caught his frown. Woops? Well, it wasn’t her fault that April made it look so easy. It was as if her drink had been like water. Just chug it down.

The young mage thanked the employee before turning to watch April. Mizuki took a single strawberry and repeated the instructions. Oh, this was going to be so weird! She had never had anything with alcohol before, and after tasting the scotch by itself she was a bit iffy on how delicious it was supposed to be. Her previous experience by copying April hadn’t gone that well, after all. But the expression on her friend’s face seemed to glow with delight that Mizuki just had to try again.

Delicately she dipped the strawberry in what was left of her scotch, waited for the right amount of time for soaking, and then took a bite. Her lips puckered and eyes clenched together as she chewed. It was... It was so savory and sweet with a kick from the alcohol. Mizuki finished chewing and licked her lips, tasting the scotch and strawberry together.

”Wow! It does taste good!” Mizuki submerged the other half of her strawberry and repeated the process. ”I didn’t know it was going to taste like this.” She still made a face at the alcohol, but this was definitely more tolerable than when she tried to drink it outright.

[April Penn]

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Suffice to say, Berry was now on her four shot, a half eaten strawberry in one hand and the swirling glass in the other. She was still giggling now and then as she recalled the look of horror on Mizu's face when she spit up her liquor everywhere on the counter and on the bartender's apron. She was nothing but teeth and a slight flush, the heat of the liquor starting to make her thoughts twirl pleasantly in her head.

She watched the strawberry disappear into Mizu's mouth with interest, nodding happily as the fruit and drink went down easier. See? As someone who prided herself on what she drank, knowing how to make the drink you downed pleasurable was a top priority, and the fruit added a playful spark to their conversation. It seemed like she was perfectly at home in a tavern filled from top to bottom with sweaty, howling men demanding more beer and clumsy cat calls to the bar wenches.

"Another round!" She motioned the barkeep over once more, mouth full of half chewed fruit. Chuckling under his breath, the rotund man replied with a toothy grin, tilting the bottle over her glass to refresh her source once more. "Don't you think you should ease up a bit?" But April, taking it as an affront to her tolerance, merely barked a 'ha!' and puffed out her chest.

"Who do you think I am, Mister Barkeep? I am a paying customer, and you better remember that!" On the verge of a giggle herself, she was hardly serious, and he seemed to follow her joke, and shook his head, departing with an amused simper, leaving three more shots available for them to drink. April pushed two over towards Mizu, putting that at three total for her, while April was now on her fifth, however, she took the time away from her drink to continue the conversation.

"So, what do you do with yourself? Are you a mage, like me? I just came back from a trip, I traveled all over Fiore - I even crossed the sea on a huge boat! I love hitching rides, though, you can relax as the scenery passes around you!"

HIBOU of BACK TO NEVERLAND

[Mizuki Kurokawa]

Mizuki’s eyes almost bugged out when April ordered more rounds. She would have said something too, but didn’t feel as if she had the right to do that as a recent friend. But April looked like she was holding it pretty well. Maybe she didn’t have to worry? Mizuki, starting to feel the effects of alcohol, just nodded her head to no one in particular. She’ll be fine... She drank those cups like nothing!” With her initial worry over her new friend gone, Mizuki took her glass and dumped its remaining contents into her mouth. Taking April’s advice, she just gulped it down as fast as possible.

Her entire face pinched together at the taste, but relaxed soon after. Mizuki kept licking her lips, beginning to like the aftertaste of the alcohol. Elation filled her as she just realized that she didn’t spit out the drink. Hey! She was getting better at this! Filled with confidence, Mizuki took the next glass and drank it. The liquid passed her throat pretty quick, a good sort of burn in her mouth. She smacked her lips. That went better than expected.

”Huh?” Mizuki blinked at April. What did she do? The young woman hummed, trying to remember what was it that she did. ”I guess... I do things for my master. Mostly errands.” She waved one of her hands in his general direction, not even bothering to turn to look at him. Mizuki didn’t really care for him, and she was having a good time so why spoil it by looking at his face.

At the mention of magic, she grinned. Leaning in close to April, Mizuki whispered, ”Yeah, I’m a mage, but I can’t do magic.” Forgetting that April had already seen them, she pointed to her shackles. ”Mmm... That must have been really cool. Seeing all those new places. I wish I could do that.” A dreamy look crossed her face.

[April Penn]

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April giggled as she drew in close, beckoning an ear as she whispered secrets into them. Making a michevious face, she shook a finger, leaning back once more before she grabbed another glass, but gave a pause, a consideration for her friend to catch up with her. Starting to feel the effects of the liquor, she peered into her shot glass, watching as the liquor swirled temptingly right out of her reach.

"I'm glad I met you...I'm not sure what I would do if I didn't find a friend tonight. I returned from my travels a few days ago to see...an - an old friend, but he didn't want to see me anymore. I guess that's what I deserve for walking out on him to travel around."

Her saddened mood hadn't lasted long, the scent of strawberries bouncing her mood back to the strength it was before. She threw back her head, chuckled, and waved her hand dismissively. She was more excited that she had found another mage like herself. She unhooked both of her ink pens from her hair, made magical due to her creative abilities before holding one in front of Mizu.

"I'm a Scribbler - or so I like to call myself! I can draw things and bring them to life - watch!" The metallic pen flashed between her fingers, twirling it once in her hand for flair, before it sang within the air as the lines formed that of a ornate japanese fan. Pretending to be affected by the heat of the bodies around her, she glanced around her, shifty eyes. "My word, it's so hot in here! Must just be us, right?" The ink had magically turned into a mirror image of what she had pictured, and once she had no further need for it, it simply blew off into the air.

"Wanna try?" She voiced with a wry grin as she presented the instrument before her. Of course, he pens wouldn't work for her, but it'd be funny to see her try.

HIBOU of BACK TO NEVERLAND

[Mizuki Kurokawa]

Mizuki pulled back with a goofy grin. Nothing she said wasn’t secretive but simply sharing something about herself made her feel human again. She wasn’t just an object that lived and breathed. At the revelation of how she was being treated, her smile turned melancholy and bitter; matching April’s sudden mood change as well. A delicate hand reached for the third shot of scotch. The only time she was considered an equal was at a tavern. A tavern! Where dirty men gorged and drank themselves silly with booze and meat, their smell sometimes clogging up the air.

Her vision began to swim. How long has it been since she drank? Scotch wasn’t that alcoholic, right? Mizuki shrugged and downed it, humming as April gave her insight on current sadness. A he? Now she was curious. Why would anyone not want to see April? She was a ton of fun and a great personality. Even though she slave wanted to ask more about who ‘he’ is, Mizuki kept her mouth shut when she glimpsed a somber look on April’s face. ”I’m glad you’re here too,” was all she said. If the redhead wanted to continue on telling her story, Mizuki wouldn’t mind listening. In fact, she would have welcomed it.

That particular scene didn’t seem as if it was going to happen though since Mizuki had jumped at the other mage’s sudden movement. Pens? She tilted her head in curiousity. Oh! So that’s her magic! Neat. Awe were visible in her eyes as she giggled at April’s act. Mizuki wondered how it worked. Her magic itself only affect her and her body, a caster type of magic. If April was using a pen then that would make her a holder mage.

”Can I?” Tentatively she reached out for the pen. Once in her grasp, Mizuki turned it slowly in her hand. So... How does this work? Maybe a button. As she kept turning the pen, the dark haired woman was disappointed that she was wrong. What did April do to activate the magic in the item? Oh! She twirled it. Mizuki’s tongue slipped out of the corner of her lips in concentration as she tried to reproduce the little trick April did only to have it slip out of her hands. The pen bounced around like a fish as Mizuki tried to catch it.

”Maybe like this!” Pen in hand again, she tried to simply draw in the air. Nothing happened, however. Dejected, Mizuki turned to April with a slight pout. ”How do you get this work?”

[April Penn]

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A hand had risen to her mouth as if she were to spit out the contents of her drink all over the counter, an act that Mizu had perfected only minutes ago, but instead of trying to hold in a drink, she was holding in the growing urge to laugh as she watched the dark haired woman fumble around with her pen, attempting to activate whatever hidden secrets there were that simply were not there to begin with. The magic was within Berry, and the pens? Nothing more than your common, everyday writing utensil.

A muffled chuckle escaped her eyes as a mixture of curiosity and amusement shown within those warm cider orbs, sparkling much like the alcoholic drink itself as she was filling herself to the brim with it. It had appeared that her new friend was growing more and more comfortable with swallowing down her liquor all in one fell gulp instead of letting it fester too much on her tongue and soak into her lips. That was good, but her growing attempts and building frustration only made the red head grin stupidly at her.

Mizu seemed disappointed, but she knew she'd change her tune soon. April merely chuckled, unable to hold it in any longer, shoulders rocking with the effort and spilling a bit of her scotch upon the floor. "They aren't magical or nothin'!" She cried, licking her lips and delighting of the lingering taste of strawberries on them. "I guess you can say that I'm the magical one! It all comes from me, inside of my head - me drawing crazy mumbo-brain things!"

Then reaching for the second pen lodged in her hair, she allowed it to fall onto her shoulders and lifted the pen for her to see. She motioned towards the instrument, twirling it once more before scribbling the shape of a butterfly that simply, once the finishing touches on the wings were complete, simply stirred to life and fluttered away circling around Berry's sitting form, and twirling towards Mizu, settled upon her shoulder fanning its wings.

April watched her fondly, motioning for another round. She cared little what the bill would be - she had a plan after all, and wouldn't let it affect her mood. "After this, you should come with me, we could go spend a night on the town, just you and me!"

HIBOU of BACK TO NEVERLAND

[Mizuki Kurokawa]

”They’re not?” Mizuki frowned in disappointment. She had been under the impression that the magic were in the mage’s items. But if that were to work, thoughts sluggishly tried to connect and make sense of what she was trying to conclude, wouldn’t that mean that caster mages could wield whatever weapon had magic, right? Did that make any sense? Am I making any sense? Mizuki asked herself, her bottom lip jutting out a bit as she watched April laugh and spill a bit of her drink on the floor. Her words slurred a bit in her ears, but that didn’t stop Mizuki from taking a guess and grinned stupidly, ”Yeah!”

Everything was swimming in her vision. It should have been a clear indicator that she was drunk now. Or tipsy. Mizuki preferred to think that she was still in her right mind, so no, she wasn’t drunk. Just a little on the slow side for tonight. As such Mizuki was a little confused when April began to draw a butterfly in the air. Previous questions that floated in her mind came back to the front, asking and asking for answers. Mizuki, however, pushed them away once the drawing came to life. She ‘ooh’ed’ and ‘aww’ed’ at the displace, eyes tracking it as it fluttered about before it landed on her shoulder.

She blinked several times in an attempt to keep her vision clear. Her focus was still on the butterfly on her shoulder. So small and life-like. Magic really was, for lack of a better word, magical. April’s next words had her snap her attention to her, however. ”Ah... Uhm...” Mizuki hesitated in saying more. Her offer was... It was like a god-sent invitation and opportunity to live life. But... She turned to glance at her master, who had been keeping an eye on the pair of women. ”I-I loved to, but I can’t.”

Guilt washed over her. Mizuki really wanted to take her up on it. Just a night, she told herself. He won’t notice, right? Another look back over shoulder stopped her cold. Her master, seemingly sensing something or finally making a move, stood and strode over to them. An arm flinging over Mizuki’s shoulders, causing her to flinch. It was not because of his large frame and size that she pulled away from Clarion. The chained mage simply didn’t like being touched. ”Hey there, Ladies,” slurred Clarion with what he thought was a charming smile. Mizuki ignored him, shrugging off his arm and went for another shot.

Clarion raised an eyebrow at his slave before turning to April. ”Name’s Clarion. And who might you be, Gorgeous Lady?”

[April Penn]

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April was indeed having the time of her life. She often met others in pubs that put a smile on her face, but owned or not, Mizu would come along with her, if only for a little bit. She wanted to give her a taste of freedom and Berry wanted nothing more than to steal her for herself.

Her master didn't deserve such a wonderful person in his constant company, and what she did imagine she was used for was enough to make the girl gag on her next shot as she tipped it back into her mouth, or maybe it was just the flavor...she had six shots already, and her being drunk didn't help the fact that she glared over her shoulder to fix her master with a dark stare.

Her thumb pointed behind her, swaying a bit before steadying herself on the counter. "Is that jackass the reason...reason you can't come with me?" She half slurred, chest bouncing as she turned to face the accused before blinking suspiciously as she saw an empty table where he had been but a moment ago.

Wait...She swung her head back towards Mizu, nearly jumping out of her seat once she saw the drunkard approaching them and sling a fat arm over her friends shoulders. She completely ignored the fact that he was trying to seduce her, which maybe would have been more warmly met if he was both attractive and not a slave master.

Instead of smiling, inquiring about a drink, and giving her name, Berry fumed, her face turning more red as she realized he was trying to pick her up. Didn't he have a slave for th- Crap. Shaking her head, she lifted a finger threateningly, pen in hand. "W-Who do you think you are, owning such a lady like Mizuki! What you're doing is wrong and I shall not stand for it, bub! Give me the keys to her chains - she's coming with me for the night and you won't stop us!" Her chest bounced every time she drew a quivering breath.

But suddenly, her angry face melted in a small sob. "I just want a friend, just for tonight..."

HIBOU of BACK TO NEVERLAND

[Mizuki Kurokawa]

Holy friggin’... Urgh. Her head was pounding as she downed another shot, vaguely nodding at April when she was shouting something at Clarion. Turning towards her master, she blinked as she saw two of her master. Or was it four? They kept moving, not letting her count properly. ”Yeah! You dun deserve me!” Mizuki shouted, forgetting that she was talking back to her master and not at all thinking of the consequences of her actions and words. ”I’m gonna go wif her...”

Clarion had to laugh the women’s drunken requests. He too was drunk but it seems that they couldn’t hold their drinks as well as he did. Shaking his head, the slave owner made a move to touch April in an appropriate way. ”Now, I’m afraid I can’t do that. She’s a slave and she belongs to me.” He sidled right up to April with a lecherous gaze on her chest. ”Mizuki is my... very special slave. I take care of her very well. Like a princess.”

Mizuki shivered at what he said. True, he did treat her differently than the other slaves but that didn’t make her time under his care any better. Everywhere she went, he was always watching. And the moment April started crying, tears poured from her eyes as well. ”L-Leave her alone!” She made a move to stop him from touching her new friend only to stumble off of the stool, using Clarion as support. More specifically the arm that was making its way toward April. ”You can’t touch her! S-She’s my friend!”

Clarion, taking advantage of the situation, merely grinned. Instead of advancing on the pretty redhead, he pulled Mizuki towards him. ”Well, if that’s what you want...” He wasn’t going to let his slave’s actions go on without punishment, but he supposed he could let her off for a bit. ”You’re not taking off those chains though.” His voice was suddenly booming with authority. Mizuki trembled against him before struggling to back away. ”L-Let me go! Oaf!”

”Hahaha! Feisty as always, Slave,” he laughed and tightened his grip on her, almost to a bruise. He then turned to April, blatantly staring at her ample chest, ”Tell ya’ what... I’ll pay for all your drinks tonight and you could borrow my slave for tonight if, and only if, you spend some time with me.” Clarion waggled his eyebrows suggestively.