Whatever (experienced RPBers only please)

[Quistis]

I didn't know why..but I felt so weak and helpless. At my drunken state, i didnt think i could do anything right...yet it felt so good. Almost got thrown out of the bar after I didn't pay for my drink. Lucky me, the bartender was smitten and he just let me go. And now what...I am all alone again.

I walked through the dark night and my thoughts were in disarray. I think I'm better off dead. But not until I find my match..someone who had enough power to beat me. Like he/she exists. At my drunken state, I knew I should sleep. I need some rest. I am so tired.

I couldn't walk straight so I sat on the bench near the sidewalk. I sighed as I breathed in the fresh air of this chilly night. I closed my eyes as I leaned back and tried to take some rest. But seconds later, I heard footsteps not very far from me.

Eyes half closed, I spoke with the mysterious person.

"what do you want?"

[LocoColt04]

((OOC: I'm so sorry for the delay. Sister bugged the PC. Had to fix it. Then she bugged it again. I decided to let my father deal with it since he thinks he knows everything. First chance I've had to bust out ye ole laptop. ^_^;; Thanks for waiting.))


"Oh, I don't want much, just a name. And maybe you could let me walk ya home..."

A slight grin came to Astyth's face as he drunkenly came on to the woman. He looked her over, examining all of her most precious body parts, and stumbled over his own feet. He dropped his massive hammer on his toe, but was in too much of a drunken stupor to notice.

"C'mon, I won't bite... just lemme walk ya home. I can bite if you want me to..."

He trailed off again, winking at the drunken woman, hoping he could manipulate her for a night of good sex. He didn't have any of his armor, but always carried his Warhammer and daggers in case of barfights. He considered himself lucky this night -- not only had he avoided getting into any fights, but he had stumbled across such a stunning beauty in the process.

He extended his left hand, offering to help the woman up.

"Please?" he slurred.

[Quistis]

occ- that's alright. Np!

"Oh, I don't want much, just a name. And maybe you could let me walk ya home..."

I turned to look at where the voice came from and there stood a man..or should I say a dwarf- around 4 and a half feet tall, salt and pepper hair. His voice was slurred. He was obviously drunk too. I laughed as I heard his intention to walk me home. He had no idea what he was talking about.

The dwarf moved forward, stumbling over his hammer. I sighed and shook my head and leaned my back against the bench once again. I closed my eyes to take a quick nap. I decided to just ignore this guy.

"C'mon, I won't bite... just lemme walk ya home. I can bite if you want me to..." he said extending his hand moving closer. My head was hurting so badly from alcohol so my patience was at the minimum. This guy was pushing his luck.

"Please?" he slurred. I could sense that he wouldn't give up. Maybe I should beat some sense out of him. I decided to stand up, my knees wobbled a bit that I had to support my weight by leaning over the tree beside the bench. I realized that I was about 11 inches taller than the guy.

I still felt cold even though I wore my black trenchcoat that night. A pair of black jeans,black boots and black tank top completed the outfit. Yes, I loved black. Maybe a little bit too much that night. Too bad my hair was dark brown.

Bored and itching for a fight. Maybe, I should play with him a little bit...

"I'll let you walk me home, if you could beat me in a fight. When I said 'walk'. I really meant walk. You, understand?" I said, slurring a bit. I didn't have any interest in guys shorter than me. And besides, this guy looked too old to be hitting on a girl of my age. Or at least that was just my opinion.

"Just call me Quistis." I said to him grinning as i felt the wind chill brush against my cheek. It was a beautiful night.

[LocoColt04]

"A fight? Ehhh..... I dun want a fight. I jus wanna walk a perdy lady home... err... something... yeah, that's it... yeah..."

He staggered a bit as he finished his jumbled statement. Another look at the woman only supported her demand. She wasn't budging without a fight. He sighed, and smacked himself across the face a couple of times. He perked up slightly, though obviously was still impaired. Perhaps a good rumble would sober him up a bit? He pondered this as he took another step toward the woman.

"If yous really want a fight, lady..."

As he lifted the Warhammer, he staggered forward, losing his balance. Gravity alone pulled the oversized mallet toward Quistis' feet, and Astyth belched.

[Quistis]

Quistis stumbled back barely missing Asthyth's hammer. A cloud of dust elevated from the surface.

Her drunkenness made her feel a little dizzy as well but not enough to make her realize that the dwarf was in a vulnerable state.

She moved closer and tried to kick the dwarf's head. Her heeled black boots should do a little more damage.

"Maybe this will knock some sense outta ya..." Quistis said slurring a little bit.