As the hours passed and evening exchanged turns with night, the once calm and, as good as, empty bar started to fill up, as more people decided to ruin their liver with the cheapest alcohol available in Japan. Far in the back of the bar, two men were seated. The elder man had a notable appearance, with his blue eyes and long, straight blonde hair, it wasn't hard to tell the man wasn't Japanese. The younger one, had the outward look of an Asian person, though real
Japanese would easily distinguish the American-Chinese male from young Japanese males. It was obvious the American was already drunk beyond recognition as he seemed to had taken part in a conversation which would usually result in a fist fight.

'Nah, Kiddo. Don't worry too much about it,' Paul said, wrapping an arm around his best friend's son. The boy seemed to be relieved to hear that, the concerned look on his face faded a little.

'Thank God. I thought for sure I was a dead man for getting those scratches on your ride,' Forest laughed worringly.

The blonde's face fell and a shadow crept upon his rough features. 'I'm drunk, kid,' he stated, only to see fear take over a smooth looking young face.
Forest cursed under his breath, telling himself what kind of idiot he must've been for even considering riding Paul's motorcycle in secrecy. Paul was gonna kill him fair and square, and he couldn't blame the man if he did.

'I'm gonna die after you sober up, right?'

Paul nodded eagerly. 'Yup!'

Bryan Fury's white mane instantly caught Paul's eye and he sat up straight. 'Look who's here! The world's mostfucked up ex-cop!'

Paul's words didn't miss their target, and Bryan Fury turned his head to take notice of the person who thought they had the balls to adress him.
Paul Phoenix, a faint grin crept upon his lips. he grabbed his drink and made his way over to their table.

'Phoenix.. ' The ex-officer leaned on the table, still grinning like a mad-man. 'On a date with every Tekken fighter's wet dream, I see.'
he brought his face closer to Forest's. 'Better not tell daddy,'

Forest backed away immediatly. There was something about this man .. Bryan Fury, that made him feel so insignificant, so small .. unsafe. Perhaps it was the vicious grin plastered on his face, the greyish white hair, the dark shadows that surrounded his eyes, or that bigg-ass scar on the left side of his face .. it could also have something to do with the pale color or his skin .. it didn't look remotely human.. it just wast too pale and discolored. Nah it was probably the combination of all of the above.

'What do you mean by every Tekken fighter's wet dream, mr. Fury?!'

Yet the only answer he received was the most disturbing laughter he'd ever heard in his life.

Paul managed to catch up with the current conversation, despite being held up in his struggle to stay concious. he sure drank a shitload of alcohol tonight ...
'W-what's .. up with that.. zombie-man?' he slurred, nearly drooling all over the table. Bryan raised an eyebrow as he saw the disgusting body fluids leave the 48-year old man's mouth.

'Use that piece of meat between your ears, ape-man,'

Paul let his head rest on his arms, his head was being devoured by nausea and dizziness. 'I .. know it's .. sex-related, Fury!'

The 27-year old American-Chinese man emptied his glass in one shot. It didn't went unnoticed by the cyborg.

'Not to worry, kid. I'm sure Phoenix will keep groping hands at a distance,'

Groaning, Paul lifted his head and tried to focus on one of the 3 blurry Bryan Fury's he saw standing in front of him.
'What the .. Are ya .. comming onto Forest, Fury?!'

The grey-haired cyborg rolled his eyes back, sending the drunk a death glare. 'Louzy drunk..'

'Shut up, Fury! Marshall wll never approve of that. he'd kill you if he'd ... f-find out!'

The blackhaired male frowned, letting his head fall down. 'Paul .. Mr. Fury wasn't .. -'
' Besides.. you're too .. old for tha boy, cop!'

Forest and Bryan exchanged surprised looks. 'I'm younger than I look!' -'I'm older than I look!' the both of them shouted simultaniously.
Forest crossed his arms against his medium sized chest. 'I'm 27 years old, I'll have you know!'

'I'm 31 .. wait. you're only 4 years younger than me?' Bryan emptied his glass, shaking his head in disbelief.
'What is it with you Asians and barely showing any signs of aging?'
The cyborg lighted a cigarette and offered Forest one, but the man shook his head. 'You don't look a day over 18, kid,'

Paul's head shot up once again. 'Stop f.. flirting w.. wiz For..st! Marshall's .. gonna kill me..' the man burped loudly, letting his head fall down on to the table again. Bryan shifted his cold glare to Paul, breathing out a cloud of smoke in his direction.

'I recommend you to shut the fuck up, Phoenix. I'm starting to lose my patience...'

Forest placed a gentle hand on Bryan's shoulder, causing the cyborg's system to register a touch, which resulted in the man turning his headd toward Forest.
Forest noticed the threatening glance in the man's eyes and pulled his hand back.
"With all due respect.. but Paul doesn't know any better at the moment, Mr Fury..'

The 31-year old man's eyes inspeccted Paul Phoenix's sleeping, sedated, drooling form once more. 'Disgusting piece of shit..'
Forest tried to shake the blonde American, in an attempt to wake him up, but ceized his actions as he heard Bryan speak.

'Don't bother kid. he won't budge,'

'I can't just leave him here. he needs to go to his hotel and sleep it off,'

'The guy is 48-years old, let him solve his own problems,' And having said that, Bryan returned to his seat at the bar.

Just as soon as Bryan took his seat at the bar in the front, his systems registered an entity entering the surroundings. As he looked up to decide whether this person could be a threat or not, the rough facial features of no other than Miguel Rojo caught his eyes. The dark, wild, mildly curled hair hung slickly around his face, mouth area showing signs of a much needed shave soon, and bags underneath a pair of eyes which meant the man had already been drinking throughout the day. It was Miguel's self destructive personality that amused Bryan intensly. The Spanish man didn't care about anything or anyone (besides his sister before death), and Bryan could definetlatly relate to that. As Miguel reached the bar, he greeted Bryan.

Forest saw both man shake hands, and turned back to Paul. 'Damn you, Paul ..' the man breathed silently. Not aware of the man approaching him.

'Forest?'

Forest looked up to see a handsome man dressed in a formal shirt and distressed jeans and sneakers. his honey blonde locks were slicked back, reveiling his piercing blue eyes and dark, thin eyebrows. Despite being a boxer and despite getting a lot of punches to the face, this man still looked stunning.

'Oh .. Mr. Fox, right?'

Steve flashed a big smile, revealing a set of perfectly white teeth. 'No need to be so formal. Just call me Steve,'

The man spoke with a slight Brittish accent, though the time he'd lived in America due to the bounty on his head from some Mafia family, it was noticable he had picked up the American English accent pretty easily. Steve pointed at the empty seat at the table and smiled. 'Do you mind?'
Forest waved his hands. 'No. No, not at all. By all means, please have a seat. After Paul knocked himself out, I was left worrying what to do next. Mr. Fury told me to just leave him here, but I don't know about that ...'
Steve frowned a little, and let his chin rest in the palm of his hand, while looking at a sleeping, drooling Paul Phoenix.
'Ofcourse Bryan would say such a thing. he's an insensitive bugger,'
Forest sighed. 'What do you suggest I do, Steve?' Steve smiled. 'Just let him sleep it off. he'll sober up soon enough,'

The American-Chinese man snorted. 'Sure hope not so soon ..'
Steve cocked a curious eyebrow, moving his gaze to Forest's worried expression. 'Why?'
'I wrecked his ride ..'

Forest stretched out. 'So.. how are you doing?'
'Ain't complaining. But I need to start training soon if I want to be in shape in time for the second Tekken Tag tournament. Are you gonna be in it?'
Forest raised a fist. 'Sure thing!'
Steve smiled brightly, and bumped his beer bottle against Forest's. 'Maybe we'll have a round together then, Mate!'