Miyu Heijin is not pleased. She sits on a stool in Kerning City, in a dank bar twirling a Steely, and she is not pleased. She is not pleased because there is a gunslinger next to her, giggling merrily and clearly drunk, waving around her weapon dangerously.
"More rum!" The pirate sings, waving her empty mug in the hand that is not holding her gun. Miyu eyes the gun, relaxing a tiny bit as she sees the bullets not loaded in. But then she winces, as the gun makes a bang anyways.
"Whooo!" The pirate laughs, sinking onto the stool next to Miyu and draping an arm around her.
"How're you, mate? Care for a drink?" The pirate asks, a cheeky grin on her face.
"No, thank you. I'm just waiting for someone." Miyu replies, almost primly. The pirate raises an eyebrow at her, taking a giant gulp before looking her up and down.
"Ya don't drink?" She asks.
"No." Miyu glances at the door, sending a prayer for her to please be on time for once so she can get away from the drunk pirate.
"But ya must like rum!" The pirate says, slamming her gun down onto the bar table (causing Miyu to wince, at both the damage and the noise) and pulling her into a headlock. But this just makes Miyu snap, and she moves away, so quickly that even the pirate barely sees it, and jabs a Steely throwing star into the table.
"Don't touch me." She hisses. The pirate raises her hands, sobered.
"Sorry, sorry! Space issues, I get that." The pirate looks at Miyu warily, but her eyes are closed, fingers tightly clenched around her throwing star. She breathes, deeply, then smiles.
"I'm sorry. Lost my temper for a bit there."
" 's alright." The pirate shrugs, "You an assassin, I assume?" Miyu smiles.
"Yeah. My name's Miyu. Miyu Heijin." The pirate nods wisely,
"M'name's Reahlea. Reahlea Rims. First-class, first-generation gunslinger!" Miyu's mouth tugs up.
"Nice to meet you, Reahlea."
"Ah, just Reah for short, m'dear. Ray-yah." She corrects, enunciating. Miyu shakes her head.
"Just Reah, then." Reah nods in reply, satisfied.
"So what brings you back to your hometown, Miyu Heijin?" She asks, waving at the bartender to refill her mug yet again. Miyu shrugs.
"No reason in particular. Just waiting for somebody."
"Ah," Reah says, nodding sagely, "How 'bout a drink to tide ya over?" She asks, as the bartender returns with her drink.
"I don't drink." Miyu repeats.
"And why is that?" Reah asks, sloshing the mug in front of Miyu's face.
"I'm not pretty when I drink." Reah's lips twitch, and she tries, as best as a drunk can, to keep her face straight.
"I see." Reah leans back, surveying Miyu. Then, she proclaims,
"It's the eyes, dearie. Those crimson eyes. I myself aren't scared of them, but they're the things that scare people off. Otherwise, why wouldn't you be pretty when you drink? You probably look prettier, in fact!" Miyu shakes her head.
"And there's the fact that I would probably end up mugged on the way home. How are you gonna avoid getting mugged anyways?" Miyu asked.
"I carry nothing except my rum money." Reah explains, "An' if I need to, all I hafta do is wave this little baby around, and everyone runs off scared." She waved her gun up, sending the patrons behind her scurrying faster.
"See?" Reah grins. Miyu laughs.
"So I see."
Through the door runs a cleric, covered in rain, yelling, "Sorry, sorry!" in the general direction of Miyu and Reah. Miyu waves her off, and makes introductions.
"Kim, Reah, Reah, Kim." Miyu eyes the cleric.
"See, Kim, this is what happens when you're late. I talk to drunk pirates." Kim glares, settling down onto the stool on the other side of Miyu and waving off the bartender.
"I told you a million times, Miyu, I can't help it if I'm late."
"Now, now, children. If you're gonna argue, do it with a glass of rum in your hands!"
"Wow, you really did pick up a drunk pirate."
"Told you."
end.