***Author's Note***
Thanks for the comments—I will be continuing, even if there aren't that many reviews. *shrugs* That's life, I guess. Anyway, Flame of Recca, sadly, isn't mine and Coyote Ugly isn't mind either. Too bad, huh? :) Oh well, let's get on with the fanfics, shall we? The characters are going to be so OOC, so don't complain! :p
***End of Author's Rambling***
Fuuko returned that day to "Heavens", where Tokiya works. She have to get her demo tape back so that she could make copies of it and hand it to other recording company. Entering the kitchen at the back door, she scanned the kitchen and caught sight of Tokiya's awfully long silvery hair.
"Tokiya!" she shouted as she made her way to him, receiving stares and glares.
Tokiya turned to her and smiles. "Hey, how are you doing?"
Fuuko thrust her hand out. "I need my tape back."
"Huh?" Tokiya muttered in bewilderment while raising his pan and tossing a…what the hell's he cooking? Fuuko rather not know. She shook her head back to reality. "What for?" Tokiya asked.
"Oh, I've got a job," Fuuko said proudly, grinning. "I just need to demo tape to make copies and everything."
A fat, burly guy who sat near Tokiya looked at them both, then turned back to his newspaper.
"Oooh, on a roll, huh?" Tokiya said, still tossing that…whatever that thing is. "Sure, it's in my apartment, though… I have to go back and get it and then I'll return it to you. Okay, don't kill me! I was just kidding! It's in my jacket—there, over the hanger, yes, it's a genuine leather jacket, hey, don't touch it!"
Fuuko giggled and rummaged around for her demo tape. She finally found it and shouted triumphantly. "A-ha!" she said, smiling in satisfaction. "Thanks for your help, anyway." She was ready to leave when she heard Tokiya sang something…
"…but I do love you, but I do love you, love everything about the way you're loving me…" he sang, smirking while tossing his…food.
Fuuko stopped and then turned to him. "You…you listened to it?!" she asked, enraged that her personal privacy no longer matters in New York.
Tokiya shrugged. "Did you really write that?" he asked, dodging her other questions.
Fuuko bite her lip. "Yes."
"Well, it sucks—"
Fuuko kicked him at the sides and he laughed.
"No, it was really good," Tokiya said. "I'm not lying! I'm honest—cross my heart and honest to—oh, okay, I won't mention it again." He grumbled.
Fuuko smirked. "Good." She turned to leave, and then—
"So where can I find you?"
Fuuko turned to him, yet again. "Excuse me?" she asked incredulously.
Tokiya smiles. "I have to see you perform now, haven't I?"
Fuuko just narrowed her eyes, and then her expression clear. She smiles. "Oh, it's not easy to find that place," she said. "But I'm a Coyote at a bar."
"A Coyote?" Tokiya said. "What kind of a—"
"—name that you have to figure out for yourself," Fuuko said, grinning then leaving.
Tokiya just watched her leave. Then he chuckled.
The fat man laughed. "The girl's good."
"Agreed."
***
Fuuko arrived at Coyote Ugly, looking around the crowd. She then saw the blonde who gave her the job and grinned, walking toward her. She went back to the counter and said her "hi". The blonde muttered something and said, "You're late."
"Sorry about that," Fuuko said timidly.
"Never mind, let's get to work! Crowd's tough tonight," the blonde said. "I'm Jo, the Oriental gal is Emerald—real name's Yanagi—and the last one, dark-haired, is Peril. Get to work."
The other girls smiles and Emerald aka Yanagi looked at Fuuko and smiles, waving. "Audition, huh?" she said. "Tell me about it." She's wearing black leather pants and a revealing red top. "I've been here for quite a while. Excuse me while I do my work."
Emerald jumped onto the table and did a dance, coordinating her moves with the music. Fuuko gaped at her and the other two girls, Jen and Peril, who are also dancing on the counter table. "I'm supposed to do this?" she muttered to no one in particular.
Jo looked at Fuuko and she took a megaphone, putting it near her mouth. "Hey, listen on, guys!" Jo screamed to the dancing and cheering crowd. "We have a new recruit here! She's starting fresh! Give a clap for"—she closed the megaphone and turned to Fuuko. "What's your name?"
"Fuuko."
Jo gave her a withering glance and rolled her eyes. She clicked the megaphone on again. "—Jersey!"
Immediately the crowd cheered and demanded her to "do her job". Fuuko, gaping at the crowd, tried to think it through.
"Come on, Jersey, do your work," Jo snapped. "Or are you chickening out?"
Fuuko, determined, glared at Jo and jumped on the table with great skills as she's an excellent acrobat. Fuuko somehow felt weird dancing on the tabletop with her clothes on. She wore flares and a blue top that says "NY Gal". She tried to do her best, though, and danced along with the music.
Soon she felt at ease and did a few moves of her own, owning cheers, claps and wolf-whistle. When Jo called for her, she immediately got off the table and turned to Jo. "What now?" she said.
"You have to know how to serve," Jo said curtly. She handed Fuuko 4 mugs and said, "4 whiskeys."
Fuuko nodded and trotted off to the bar and filled whiskey in the mugs. She puts it on the counter and someone immediately took it.
"Idiot! You're supposed to take it to the one who ordered it!" Jo muttered. She sighed, and then turned to Emerald, who looked sympathetic at Fuuko. "You help her, Em—you're better at this than I am."
"All right," Emerald said, jumping off the counter and walking to Fuuko. "First thing you gotta know is that the customer's always right—just ask for what they want and fill it in. Now we know how to fill the mugs with style." Emerald grinned at the confused look of Fuuko's. "Watch." She took two mugs when a man shouted 2 liquor. "Coming right up," Emerald said as she swing the cups in the air and catching it with her hands and instantly filling them up with liquor, which she opened by kicking a barrel with her leg.
"Whoa…" Fuuko whispered, looking at the 'stunt'. "Damn, how am I supposed to do that?!"
"It takes practice," said the brunette, Peril. She scowled at Fuuko.
Fuuko immediately looked away and turned to a man, who's ordering something. "2 whiskey, 1 liquor, 1 wine!"
Fuuko nodded. She took 4 mugs and tried to do something with it, to no avail. She gives up and filled her customer's orders and handed it to them. She turned to the next man, who looked disheveled, and ask him what he wants.
"Water—plain water."
"Coming up!" Fuuko said cheerfully—she really should maintain a mood. She took a mug when Jo snapped at her.
Jo scowled darkly at Fuuko. Fuuko wonders what she'd done now… Jo took her megaphone and shouted again. "Hey, peeps!" she shouted. The crowd immediately pays attention to her. "This guy here just ordered water! Now, I ask you this, do we serve water?!"
"NO!" the crowd shouted.
"And what do we do to them?" Jo shouted.
The man looked bewildered. "PUNISH the guy, dammit!" the crowd shouted.
"That's right," Jo said, grinning. She took a hose near the beer tank and sprayed it at the man who had ordered water. The man, shocked, got up and went out of the bar. "Damn, that's fun!" Jo said, laughing. She turned to Fuuko. "Now you know what we do to people who ordered water—keep that in mind."
"Right," Fuuko said, shaken. How is she supposed to fit in this tough crowd? She hardly knows why they even call themselves 'Coyote Ugly', dammit. Now she's supposed to dance on tabletops and serve beer to people using SKILLS? New Yorkers are even weirder than she thought…
The night went uneventfully after that, though, and remarkably, Fuuko survived the night. After the bar's closed, the girls cleaned up and Fuuko had a little talk with Emerald.
"So this is what you guys do every night, huh?" she said.
Emerald laughed. "Pretty much," she said. "It's fun."
"Right," muttered Peril.
"You'll like it better than Peril does, hopefully!" Emerald said, grinning.
Peril smiles. "Shut up, Em."
"So why'd you guys call yourself Coyote Ugly?" Fuuko asked, looking at Jo who's arranging beer for tomorrow night.
"I don't know," Emerald said thoughtfully, sitting on the tabletop. "Well, I think it meant that even if we are beautiful, the insides of us are really…not that beautiful—we all have different pasts, don't we? So it represents Coyote Ugly… sort of."
"Ooh, okay," Fuuko said, nodding. "I so understand you."
"So, Jersey," Jo called.
Fuuko turned to her. "Yep?"
"Come back here tomorrow."
Fuuko grinned. "I'm a Coyote Ugly now?"
"No, not really," Jo said. "Tomorrow will be the second audition. I want Em and Peril to take you shopping for some more…appropriate clothing for Coyote Ugly. If you made it tomorrow night, we'll call you a Coyote."
Fuuko smiles. "Fair enough. So we can go now?"
"Yeah."
"Woohoo!"
***
The next day, sure enough, Emerald arrived at Fuuko's apartment to take her shopping for clothes with Peril. "Come on, it's Jo's treat—she always does that to us when we first came!" Emerald winked. "We'll go to that shop across my apartment. It has all the outrageous clothes you can buy!"
Somehow Fuuko didn't quite like the sound of that… "Okay, let's go."
The day passed by as Fuuko, Emerald and Peril shopped from shop to shop, trying to find something suitable for Fuuko. Their shopping trip ended in success, of course, and Fuuko felt lucky to finally make some friends in New York, even though Peril couldn't really be count as a friend…
That night Fuuko went to the bar, wearing a red hot tank top and a brown leather pants with black boots. She certainly looked different, and her purple hair compliments the outfit. "You looked great," Emerald said, grinning, before she went right back to work.
Fuuko just grinned and hopped onto the table top. She also had fun serving people, as she made up some styles to the mug-filling the night before with her own plastic mugs. It wasn't easy, but Fuuko managed to awe her customers with her "skills". Grinning and smiling, Fuuko's glad her work that night finally paid off, even though she haven't gotten to writing new songs yet. Oh well, no matter.
A man suddenly came into view and sat near the counter. He looked tired but pretty friendly, unlike all of the "tough" crowd in the bar. "What'll you have, sir?" Fuuko asked him, smiling kindly. She knew how hard it is to be him…
"Plain water, please," the man said, sighing.
Fuuko, remembering what Jo had said the other night, looked at him as though he's crazy. Peril smirked. "Well, well, another plain-water customer," she said to Fuuko.
Fuuko, relieved that Peril thought the same, grinned. She took the big megaphone and puts it to her mouth. "H-hey! People!" They actually listened to her! "This—um, this guy just ordered plain water!"
The poor guy looked around, confused. "Do we serve plain water?" she shouted.
"HELL, NO!" shouted the crowd.
Fuuko grinned at the improvement she's making. "So what do we do to people who ordered them?!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.
"HELL, we PUNISH them!" the crowd shouted again.
Fuuko, beaming, took the hose Jo took last night and began spraying the guy, who sputtered. "Hey!" the guy said indignantly. "Don't you know who I am?"
Peril began to laugh, and Fuuko, following Peril's "tips", laugh too. But…why isn't Emerald laughing? Instead, Peril had a look of horror on her face. Damn, did she just do something wrong?
"Oh my God!" Jo shouted from the end of the bar.
Fuuko turned to look at Jo, smiling. "I did the right thing, didn't I? He was ordering—"
"Dammit, Jersey!" Jo hollered. "Why'd you spray him?! He's a critique from a newspaper! I'm so sorry, Mr. Kent. I'm so sorry, let's talk about this outside, shall we?" With a glare, Jo leads Mr. Kent outside.
"Oh…my God." Fuuko said. Without another glance at anyone, she quickly went to the back room at the back of the counter of the bar. [Confusing, ne?] She started to cry. Emerald came in. "Em, why did I keep doing things wrong?!" she shouted in exasperation.
"Sssh, hey, it's okay! It's so going to be okay!" Emerald said. "Come on, we can't leave Peril out there alone!"
"What the hell did you think you were doing?" Jo bellowed out of nowhere. She marched into the store room, red in the face. "Now he threatens to give us a bad review about the bar! Dammit, Jersey, you're blowing our chance!"
"Can't—can't I do anything?" Fuuko asked shakenly.
"Unless you could make 200 damn f*cking dollars in one night, he'll give us a bad review!" Jo shouted. "Better get your butt out there and do something to get 200 dollars." With that, Jo went out of the store room and to the bar.
Emerald looked at Fuuko. "Um, maybe I could help," she muttered, rummaging in her pocket.
"No!" Fuuko shouted. "I can handle this myself." Fuuko marched out of the store room and to the counter at the bar and looked at the smirking face of Peril. Oh, I'll get her for this… Fuuko thought angrily.
"Hey, Fuuko!"
Fuuko turned to the voice. It was Tokiya. She gasped in exasperation. "What are you doing here?" she asked exasperatedly.
Tokiya grinned. "I finally got some info out on 'Coyote'," he said, waving a piece of paper in front of him. "So much for innocent look…"
Fuuko snorts. "Never judge me, Tokiya."
"Riight." He looked at her. "So…what're you doing?"
"Trying to raise 200 dollars," Fuuko said, thinking.
"Oh…" Tokiya looked at her in sympathy. "Anything I can do to help?"
Fuuko sighed. "I don't—" Her eyes grew wide and then she grinned—a wicked grin, indeed… "Well, Tokiya, maybe you can help me with this! Thanks a lot for offering."
"Wait—"
Before Tokiya could ask what she's doing, she took the megaphone from the table and jumped on top of the table swiftly. She clicked it on. "Hey, people!" she hollered. "I've got something new for ya tonight!"
They quickly looked at her, paying attention. "Get it out, Jersey!" a man shouted, whistling.
Fuuko grinned. "Tonight I present you with our side dish, Mikagami Tokiya!"
"NANII?!" Tokiya shouted.
The crowd hollered and laughed, looking at the man in front of Fuuko. Tokiya looked at Fuuko in disbelief. "That's right, girls! This is a special offer, so don't you let it go!" Fuuko shouted, laughing. "Now we're gonna start auctioning! Starting from 100!"
The crowd went wild. Tokiya went purple. "Nanii ten yo?" he shouted as Emerald aka Yanagi began to laugh.
"150!" a woman shouted from the end of the bar.
"NANII?!" Tokiya shouted again.
"That's right! 150 girls! Come on, he's worth a lot more than that!" Fuuko shouted. Then she pulled Mikagami on to the top of the table beside her. "Tokiya, do a strip tease."
Tokiya almost choked. "You're kidding me, right?" he said.
Fuuko didn't pay attention to him and began to open his coat for him. "Now, this has got to worth more than a hundred and fifty dollars, right?"
A blond shouted out, "170!"
The woman who cried 150 first shouted, "180!"
Fuuko jumped with glee.
"190!" the blonde shouted.
"200, tops!" another woman cried.
"210!" the blonde shouted furiously, shoving her boyfriend aside.
"250!!!" another woman shouted.
The woman who cried 150 shouted, "DAMN YOU!!!"
"Sold!" Fuuko said, grinning. She turned to Tokiya, who had already opened his shirt and his coat; now he's ready to unbuckle his belt. Fuuko blushed. "I'm so thankful you did this for me, Tokiya!"
"Don't mention it," Tokiya grumbled.
"And the gentleman goes to that"—Fuuko pointed to the woman who offered 250—"woman! Enjoy!" Fuuko laughed and winked at the woman and at Tokiya.
Thanks for the comments—I will be continuing, even if there aren't that many reviews. *shrugs* That's life, I guess. Anyway, Flame of Recca, sadly, isn't mine and Coyote Ugly isn't mind either. Too bad, huh? :) Oh well, let's get on with the fanfics, shall we? The characters are going to be so OOC, so don't complain! :p
***End of Author's Rambling***
Fuuko returned that day to "Heavens", where Tokiya works. She have to get her demo tape back so that she could make copies of it and hand it to other recording company. Entering the kitchen at the back door, she scanned the kitchen and caught sight of Tokiya's awfully long silvery hair.
"Tokiya!" she shouted as she made her way to him, receiving stares and glares.
Tokiya turned to her and smiles. "Hey, how are you doing?"
Fuuko thrust her hand out. "I need my tape back."
"Huh?" Tokiya muttered in bewilderment while raising his pan and tossing a…what the hell's he cooking? Fuuko rather not know. She shook her head back to reality. "What for?" Tokiya asked.
"Oh, I've got a job," Fuuko said proudly, grinning. "I just need to demo tape to make copies and everything."
A fat, burly guy who sat near Tokiya looked at them both, then turned back to his newspaper.
"Oooh, on a roll, huh?" Tokiya said, still tossing that…whatever that thing is. "Sure, it's in my apartment, though… I have to go back and get it and then I'll return it to you. Okay, don't kill me! I was just kidding! It's in my jacket—there, over the hanger, yes, it's a genuine leather jacket, hey, don't touch it!"
Fuuko giggled and rummaged around for her demo tape. She finally found it and shouted triumphantly. "A-ha!" she said, smiling in satisfaction. "Thanks for your help, anyway." She was ready to leave when she heard Tokiya sang something…
"…but I do love you, but I do love you, love everything about the way you're loving me…" he sang, smirking while tossing his…food.
Fuuko stopped and then turned to him. "You…you listened to it?!" she asked, enraged that her personal privacy no longer matters in New York.
Tokiya shrugged. "Did you really write that?" he asked, dodging her other questions.
Fuuko bite her lip. "Yes."
"Well, it sucks—"
Fuuko kicked him at the sides and he laughed.
"No, it was really good," Tokiya said. "I'm not lying! I'm honest—cross my heart and honest to—oh, okay, I won't mention it again." He grumbled.
Fuuko smirked. "Good." She turned to leave, and then—
"So where can I find you?"
Fuuko turned to him, yet again. "Excuse me?" she asked incredulously.
Tokiya smiles. "I have to see you perform now, haven't I?"
Fuuko just narrowed her eyes, and then her expression clear. She smiles. "Oh, it's not easy to find that place," she said. "But I'm a Coyote at a bar."
"A Coyote?" Tokiya said. "What kind of a—"
"—name that you have to figure out for yourself," Fuuko said, grinning then leaving.
Tokiya just watched her leave. Then he chuckled.
The fat man laughed. "The girl's good."
"Agreed."
***
Fuuko arrived at Coyote Ugly, looking around the crowd. She then saw the blonde who gave her the job and grinned, walking toward her. She went back to the counter and said her "hi". The blonde muttered something and said, "You're late."
"Sorry about that," Fuuko said timidly.
"Never mind, let's get to work! Crowd's tough tonight," the blonde said. "I'm Jo, the Oriental gal is Emerald—real name's Yanagi—and the last one, dark-haired, is Peril. Get to work."
The other girls smiles and Emerald aka Yanagi looked at Fuuko and smiles, waving. "Audition, huh?" she said. "Tell me about it." She's wearing black leather pants and a revealing red top. "I've been here for quite a while. Excuse me while I do my work."
Emerald jumped onto the table and did a dance, coordinating her moves with the music. Fuuko gaped at her and the other two girls, Jen and Peril, who are also dancing on the counter table. "I'm supposed to do this?" she muttered to no one in particular.
Jo looked at Fuuko and she took a megaphone, putting it near her mouth. "Hey, listen on, guys!" Jo screamed to the dancing and cheering crowd. "We have a new recruit here! She's starting fresh! Give a clap for"—she closed the megaphone and turned to Fuuko. "What's your name?"
"Fuuko."
Jo gave her a withering glance and rolled her eyes. She clicked the megaphone on again. "—Jersey!"
Immediately the crowd cheered and demanded her to "do her job". Fuuko, gaping at the crowd, tried to think it through.
"Come on, Jersey, do your work," Jo snapped. "Or are you chickening out?"
Fuuko, determined, glared at Jo and jumped on the table with great skills as she's an excellent acrobat. Fuuko somehow felt weird dancing on the tabletop with her clothes on. She wore flares and a blue top that says "NY Gal". She tried to do her best, though, and danced along with the music.
Soon she felt at ease and did a few moves of her own, owning cheers, claps and wolf-whistle. When Jo called for her, she immediately got off the table and turned to Jo. "What now?" she said.
"You have to know how to serve," Jo said curtly. She handed Fuuko 4 mugs and said, "4 whiskeys."
Fuuko nodded and trotted off to the bar and filled whiskey in the mugs. She puts it on the counter and someone immediately took it.
"Idiot! You're supposed to take it to the one who ordered it!" Jo muttered. She sighed, and then turned to Emerald, who looked sympathetic at Fuuko. "You help her, Em—you're better at this than I am."
"All right," Emerald said, jumping off the counter and walking to Fuuko. "First thing you gotta know is that the customer's always right—just ask for what they want and fill it in. Now we know how to fill the mugs with style." Emerald grinned at the confused look of Fuuko's. "Watch." She took two mugs when a man shouted 2 liquor. "Coming right up," Emerald said as she swing the cups in the air and catching it with her hands and instantly filling them up with liquor, which she opened by kicking a barrel with her leg.
"Whoa…" Fuuko whispered, looking at the 'stunt'. "Damn, how am I supposed to do that?!"
"It takes practice," said the brunette, Peril. She scowled at Fuuko.
Fuuko immediately looked away and turned to a man, who's ordering something. "2 whiskey, 1 liquor, 1 wine!"
Fuuko nodded. She took 4 mugs and tried to do something with it, to no avail. She gives up and filled her customer's orders and handed it to them. She turned to the next man, who looked disheveled, and ask him what he wants.
"Water—plain water."
"Coming up!" Fuuko said cheerfully—she really should maintain a mood. She took a mug when Jo snapped at her.
Jo scowled darkly at Fuuko. Fuuko wonders what she'd done now… Jo took her megaphone and shouted again. "Hey, peeps!" she shouted. The crowd immediately pays attention to her. "This guy here just ordered water! Now, I ask you this, do we serve water?!"
"NO!" the crowd shouted.
"And what do we do to them?" Jo shouted.
The man looked bewildered. "PUNISH the guy, dammit!" the crowd shouted.
"That's right," Jo said, grinning. She took a hose near the beer tank and sprayed it at the man who had ordered water. The man, shocked, got up and went out of the bar. "Damn, that's fun!" Jo said, laughing. She turned to Fuuko. "Now you know what we do to people who ordered water—keep that in mind."
"Right," Fuuko said, shaken. How is she supposed to fit in this tough crowd? She hardly knows why they even call themselves 'Coyote Ugly', dammit. Now she's supposed to dance on tabletops and serve beer to people using SKILLS? New Yorkers are even weirder than she thought…
The night went uneventfully after that, though, and remarkably, Fuuko survived the night. After the bar's closed, the girls cleaned up and Fuuko had a little talk with Emerald.
"So this is what you guys do every night, huh?" she said.
Emerald laughed. "Pretty much," she said. "It's fun."
"Right," muttered Peril.
"You'll like it better than Peril does, hopefully!" Emerald said, grinning.
Peril smiles. "Shut up, Em."
"So why'd you guys call yourself Coyote Ugly?" Fuuko asked, looking at Jo who's arranging beer for tomorrow night.
"I don't know," Emerald said thoughtfully, sitting on the tabletop. "Well, I think it meant that even if we are beautiful, the insides of us are really…not that beautiful—we all have different pasts, don't we? So it represents Coyote Ugly… sort of."
"Ooh, okay," Fuuko said, nodding. "I so understand you."
"So, Jersey," Jo called.
Fuuko turned to her. "Yep?"
"Come back here tomorrow."
Fuuko grinned. "I'm a Coyote Ugly now?"
"No, not really," Jo said. "Tomorrow will be the second audition. I want Em and Peril to take you shopping for some more…appropriate clothing for Coyote Ugly. If you made it tomorrow night, we'll call you a Coyote."
Fuuko smiles. "Fair enough. So we can go now?"
"Yeah."
"Woohoo!"
***
The next day, sure enough, Emerald arrived at Fuuko's apartment to take her shopping for clothes with Peril. "Come on, it's Jo's treat—she always does that to us when we first came!" Emerald winked. "We'll go to that shop across my apartment. It has all the outrageous clothes you can buy!"
Somehow Fuuko didn't quite like the sound of that… "Okay, let's go."
The day passed by as Fuuko, Emerald and Peril shopped from shop to shop, trying to find something suitable for Fuuko. Their shopping trip ended in success, of course, and Fuuko felt lucky to finally make some friends in New York, even though Peril couldn't really be count as a friend…
That night Fuuko went to the bar, wearing a red hot tank top and a brown leather pants with black boots. She certainly looked different, and her purple hair compliments the outfit. "You looked great," Emerald said, grinning, before she went right back to work.
Fuuko just grinned and hopped onto the table top. She also had fun serving people, as she made up some styles to the mug-filling the night before with her own plastic mugs. It wasn't easy, but Fuuko managed to awe her customers with her "skills". Grinning and smiling, Fuuko's glad her work that night finally paid off, even though she haven't gotten to writing new songs yet. Oh well, no matter.
A man suddenly came into view and sat near the counter. He looked tired but pretty friendly, unlike all of the "tough" crowd in the bar. "What'll you have, sir?" Fuuko asked him, smiling kindly. She knew how hard it is to be him…
"Plain water, please," the man said, sighing.
Fuuko, remembering what Jo had said the other night, looked at him as though he's crazy. Peril smirked. "Well, well, another plain-water customer," she said to Fuuko.
Fuuko, relieved that Peril thought the same, grinned. She took the big megaphone and puts it to her mouth. "H-hey! People!" They actually listened to her! "This—um, this guy just ordered plain water!"
The poor guy looked around, confused. "Do we serve plain water?" she shouted.
"HELL, NO!" shouted the crowd.
Fuuko grinned at the improvement she's making. "So what do we do to people who ordered them?!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.
"HELL, we PUNISH them!" the crowd shouted again.
Fuuko, beaming, took the hose Jo took last night and began spraying the guy, who sputtered. "Hey!" the guy said indignantly. "Don't you know who I am?"
Peril began to laugh, and Fuuko, following Peril's "tips", laugh too. But…why isn't Emerald laughing? Instead, Peril had a look of horror on her face. Damn, did she just do something wrong?
"Oh my God!" Jo shouted from the end of the bar.
Fuuko turned to look at Jo, smiling. "I did the right thing, didn't I? He was ordering—"
"Dammit, Jersey!" Jo hollered. "Why'd you spray him?! He's a critique from a newspaper! I'm so sorry, Mr. Kent. I'm so sorry, let's talk about this outside, shall we?" With a glare, Jo leads Mr. Kent outside.
"Oh…my God." Fuuko said. Without another glance at anyone, she quickly went to the back room at the back of the counter of the bar. [Confusing, ne?] She started to cry. Emerald came in. "Em, why did I keep doing things wrong?!" she shouted in exasperation.
"Sssh, hey, it's okay! It's so going to be okay!" Emerald said. "Come on, we can't leave Peril out there alone!"
"What the hell did you think you were doing?" Jo bellowed out of nowhere. She marched into the store room, red in the face. "Now he threatens to give us a bad review about the bar! Dammit, Jersey, you're blowing our chance!"
"Can't—can't I do anything?" Fuuko asked shakenly.
"Unless you could make 200 damn f*cking dollars in one night, he'll give us a bad review!" Jo shouted. "Better get your butt out there and do something to get 200 dollars." With that, Jo went out of the store room and to the bar.
Emerald looked at Fuuko. "Um, maybe I could help," she muttered, rummaging in her pocket.
"No!" Fuuko shouted. "I can handle this myself." Fuuko marched out of the store room and to the counter at the bar and looked at the smirking face of Peril. Oh, I'll get her for this… Fuuko thought angrily.
"Hey, Fuuko!"
Fuuko turned to the voice. It was Tokiya. She gasped in exasperation. "What are you doing here?" she asked exasperatedly.
Tokiya grinned. "I finally got some info out on 'Coyote'," he said, waving a piece of paper in front of him. "So much for innocent look…"
Fuuko snorts. "Never judge me, Tokiya."
"Riight." He looked at her. "So…what're you doing?"
"Trying to raise 200 dollars," Fuuko said, thinking.
"Oh…" Tokiya looked at her in sympathy. "Anything I can do to help?"
Fuuko sighed. "I don't—" Her eyes grew wide and then she grinned—a wicked grin, indeed… "Well, Tokiya, maybe you can help me with this! Thanks a lot for offering."
"Wait—"
Before Tokiya could ask what she's doing, she took the megaphone from the table and jumped on top of the table swiftly. She clicked it on. "Hey, people!" she hollered. "I've got something new for ya tonight!"
They quickly looked at her, paying attention. "Get it out, Jersey!" a man shouted, whistling.
Fuuko grinned. "Tonight I present you with our side dish, Mikagami Tokiya!"
"NANII?!" Tokiya shouted.
The crowd hollered and laughed, looking at the man in front of Fuuko. Tokiya looked at Fuuko in disbelief. "That's right, girls! This is a special offer, so don't you let it go!" Fuuko shouted, laughing. "Now we're gonna start auctioning! Starting from 100!"
The crowd went wild. Tokiya went purple. "Nanii ten yo?" he shouted as Emerald aka Yanagi began to laugh.
"150!" a woman shouted from the end of the bar.
"NANII?!" Tokiya shouted again.
"That's right! 150 girls! Come on, he's worth a lot more than that!" Fuuko shouted. Then she pulled Mikagami on to the top of the table beside her. "Tokiya, do a strip tease."
Tokiya almost choked. "You're kidding me, right?" he said.
Fuuko didn't pay attention to him and began to open his coat for him. "Now, this has got to worth more than a hundred and fifty dollars, right?"
A blond shouted out, "170!"
The woman who cried 150 first shouted, "180!"
Fuuko jumped with glee.
"190!" the blonde shouted.
"200, tops!" another woman cried.
"210!" the blonde shouted furiously, shoving her boyfriend aside.
"250!!!" another woman shouted.
The woman who cried 150 shouted, "DAMN YOU!!!"
"Sold!" Fuuko said, grinning. She turned to Tokiya, who had already opened his shirt and his coat; now he's ready to unbuckle his belt. Fuuko blushed. "I'm so thankful you did this for me, Tokiya!"
"Don't mention it," Tokiya grumbled.
"And the gentleman goes to that"—Fuuko pointed to the woman who offered 250—"woman! Enjoy!" Fuuko laughed and winked at the woman and at Tokiya.
