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Chapter three: Lounge singers and piano players
*Guest appearance by Nash!
The meeting took 3 hours. The contents of which is unnecessary to be stated here. Why was the meeting so long? Heck, even we don't know. But perhaps the following conversation will enlighten us. Yuber, out in the streets of Harmonia with his permanent scowl, "Why does that punk kid even bother to call a meeting?! He's already got everything planned out."
"He just needs to make sure you understand, Yuber." said Albert.
"I understood the mission ages ago. We're supposed to attack Dunan, right?"
"... Maybe we should have another meeting tomorrow morning." Albert starts walking away.
"Are you going to bring me to infiltrate the enemy's base or what?" Yuber follows behind.
"You're right. Let me show you how it's done." Albert then brings Yuber around Harmonia, seeing the sights, walking the main streets, browsing the shops... and whatever else they do in Harmonia.
***
The sun had already set when Yuber finally asked, "Weren't you going to bring me to infiltrate the enemy's base?"
"Be quiet, Yuber. You'll blow our cover." Albert and Yuber walk into the Modesto's Bar & Grill. They sit at the bar and order drinks.
Modesto's was a rather classy joint. Of course it had to be, or Albert wouldn't dream of setting foot or toe in it. It was the place where the military captains and other high-ranking officers congregate. If you needed favors or wanted anything done, Modesto's was the place to start.
The bar is stylishly decorated, simple yet elegant. Besides the bar, it had a stage where the entertainers performed, and an area with tables. Those who came to see the entertainers usually sit here. The rest, would mingle with the ones at the bar.
Yuber stared suspiciously at the lounge singer. "You want me to kill her, don't you?"
"No. She's not the boss."
"So you want me to kill the boss."
"No, I want you to shut up and drink your drink."
The large mug shoved under Yuber's face was an amber liquid, topped with foamy substance. Yuber sniffed at it, getting foam up his nose. "You trying to poison me?!"
"People drink with their mouths in the human world, Yuber, not their nose." Albert at least has the heart to pass Yuber a napkin, actually it is all for the sake of the MJ suit.
"I drink with my mouth, damn you! And I wasn't talking about that."
"It's called beer. It's a staple drink here. Don't you drink this in the demon realm?"
"No. We drink orc's blood."
Albert raised his eyebrow, just a tiny bit. "Just drink it down." He takes a few gulps of his beer.
Yuber follows suit. He finishes it in one go. "It's weird, but I kinda like it."
***
"Yuber, I think you should slow it down."
"What do you mean?" Yuber stares intently at his half-finished drink.
"You're already at your 27th drink."
"27th? I thought I was at my 73rd." Yuber blinks a couple of times, turns to stare at Albert. "... You know what? You're kinda hot."
Caught off guard, Albert says, "What are you talking about?"
"You remind me of this kid I used to know, back in the demon realm. He was kinda cute." Yuber said his words slowly, seriously.
"I'm not sure if I want to hear the rest."
"No – let me finish. Me and this brunette used to be best buddies, you know? Always hang out together, doing stuff, you know, like killing people. I was better then him, always won."
"Uh-huh..."
"But then one day, he bested me. And ever since then, it wasn't just rivalry, no it had become a blood feud. After many, many years battling it out, to my surprise, he actually gave me his sword. He totally disappeared after that. And I haven't heard of him ever since." There was a long silence, the bartender poured Yuber another drink, which Yuber gulps down. "...You know what? I actually miss him. What about you? I'm sure you had experiences like that before."
"I'm not sure if this qualifies... but there was this incident when I was younger, I accidentally happen to come across Miss Apple..."
"Miss Apple?"
"Miss Apple is an old family friend. Anyway I accidentally saw Miss Apple... undressing." The silence is deafening. "She was hot."
"Bartender, another round! Go on, Albert."
The bartender was suddenly very attentive, even more so then usual.
"Well... I sorta told my younger brother about it and he misunderstood me. We've been enemies since that day." Albert 's gaze was fixed on his beer, but he didn't drink it.
Yuber laughs. "That's a silly reason to hate somebody."
"Not as silly as you playing with your swords in the bath tub."
"I did not play with my swords in the bath tub!"
"Then explain what were you doing with your swords when I summoned you from the demon realm."
"How was I supposed to know you were going to summon me when I was taking a bath?!"
"So you do admit that you play with your swords as rubber duckies in the bath tub."
"It's not easy to take a bath in shark infested waters."
"That's the stupidest thing I ever heard. If you're going to defend yourself, at least pick a smarter statement."
"It's not nearly as stupid as you insisting I wear your cast-offs. You could have just let me return and get my armor."
"That would be attracting too much attention. But now that I think of it that would be better. Blood stains are hard to remove from designer clothes. I have to throw out the lot!"
"I never asked you for any favors!"
"You ungrateful cretin! I saved you from the indignity of running around buck naked!"
Now all good bartenders will step in to break up a fight, before it gets ugly. "Hey, Albert, why don't you play us a tune? You're pretty good on the piano."
"I'm not in the mood, Latkje."
"It always cheers you up."
"Fine." Albert gets up from his seat and heads to the piano. Soon he starts to play a slow sonata.
***
Albert returns to the bar and finds Yuber asleep. "Get up Yuber. I'm not gonna haul your ass all the way back to headquarters."
"..." Yuber's condition: knocked-out.
"Fool."
The bartender laughs. You should know by now who he is. "He's a rookie ain't he? Nookie nookie time, eh Albert?"
"You mind your own business." Albert grabs Yuber and drags him out of Modesto's.
"Don't forget to come back tomorrow!" Mr. bartender calls out cheerily.
End of Chapter 3
Authors' note: These people are not gay. We are not saying they are gay. It is not our fault if your hyperactive imagination gets the better of you. The idea for Albert's pianist side came from suikonline.net. Why did we write this story? Well, it started with a question: Who ties Yuber's braid? It is inconceivable that Yuber would actually do it himself, so someone must be doing it for him! So from there we asked, where did the MJ suit come from? And so on... The characters in this story might be a little bit out of character. Specifically Albert and Yuber.
Chapter three: Lounge singers and piano players
*Guest appearance by Nash!
The meeting took 3 hours. The contents of which is unnecessary to be stated here. Why was the meeting so long? Heck, even we don't know. But perhaps the following conversation will enlighten us. Yuber, out in the streets of Harmonia with his permanent scowl, "Why does that punk kid even bother to call a meeting?! He's already got everything planned out."
"He just needs to make sure you understand, Yuber." said Albert.
"I understood the mission ages ago. We're supposed to attack Dunan, right?"
"... Maybe we should have another meeting tomorrow morning." Albert starts walking away.
"Are you going to bring me to infiltrate the enemy's base or what?" Yuber follows behind.
"You're right. Let me show you how it's done." Albert then brings Yuber around Harmonia, seeing the sights, walking the main streets, browsing the shops... and whatever else they do in Harmonia.
***
The sun had already set when Yuber finally asked, "Weren't you going to bring me to infiltrate the enemy's base?"
"Be quiet, Yuber. You'll blow our cover." Albert and Yuber walk into the Modesto's Bar & Grill. They sit at the bar and order drinks.
Modesto's was a rather classy joint. Of course it had to be, or Albert wouldn't dream of setting foot or toe in it. It was the place where the military captains and other high-ranking officers congregate. If you needed favors or wanted anything done, Modesto's was the place to start.
The bar is stylishly decorated, simple yet elegant. Besides the bar, it had a stage where the entertainers performed, and an area with tables. Those who came to see the entertainers usually sit here. The rest, would mingle with the ones at the bar.
Yuber stared suspiciously at the lounge singer. "You want me to kill her, don't you?"
"No. She's not the boss."
"So you want me to kill the boss."
"No, I want you to shut up and drink your drink."
The large mug shoved under Yuber's face was an amber liquid, topped with foamy substance. Yuber sniffed at it, getting foam up his nose. "You trying to poison me?!"
"People drink with their mouths in the human world, Yuber, not their nose." Albert at least has the heart to pass Yuber a napkin, actually it is all for the sake of the MJ suit.
"I drink with my mouth, damn you! And I wasn't talking about that."
"It's called beer. It's a staple drink here. Don't you drink this in the demon realm?"
"No. We drink orc's blood."
Albert raised his eyebrow, just a tiny bit. "Just drink it down." He takes a few gulps of his beer.
Yuber follows suit. He finishes it in one go. "It's weird, but I kinda like it."
***
"Yuber, I think you should slow it down."
"What do you mean?" Yuber stares intently at his half-finished drink.
"You're already at your 27th drink."
"27th? I thought I was at my 73rd." Yuber blinks a couple of times, turns to stare at Albert. "... You know what? You're kinda hot."
Caught off guard, Albert says, "What are you talking about?"
"You remind me of this kid I used to know, back in the demon realm. He was kinda cute." Yuber said his words slowly, seriously.
"I'm not sure if I want to hear the rest."
"No – let me finish. Me and this brunette used to be best buddies, you know? Always hang out together, doing stuff, you know, like killing people. I was better then him, always won."
"Uh-huh..."
"But then one day, he bested me. And ever since then, it wasn't just rivalry, no it had become a blood feud. After many, many years battling it out, to my surprise, he actually gave me his sword. He totally disappeared after that. And I haven't heard of him ever since." There was a long silence, the bartender poured Yuber another drink, which Yuber gulps down. "...You know what? I actually miss him. What about you? I'm sure you had experiences like that before."
"I'm not sure if this qualifies... but there was this incident when I was younger, I accidentally happen to come across Miss Apple..."
"Miss Apple?"
"Miss Apple is an old family friend. Anyway I accidentally saw Miss Apple... undressing." The silence is deafening. "She was hot."
"Bartender, another round! Go on, Albert."
The bartender was suddenly very attentive, even more so then usual.
"Well... I sorta told my younger brother about it and he misunderstood me. We've been enemies since that day." Albert 's gaze was fixed on his beer, but he didn't drink it.
Yuber laughs. "That's a silly reason to hate somebody."
"Not as silly as you playing with your swords in the bath tub."
"I did not play with my swords in the bath tub!"
"Then explain what were you doing with your swords when I summoned you from the demon realm."
"How was I supposed to know you were going to summon me when I was taking a bath?!"
"So you do admit that you play with your swords as rubber duckies in the bath tub."
"It's not easy to take a bath in shark infested waters."
"That's the stupidest thing I ever heard. If you're going to defend yourself, at least pick a smarter statement."
"It's not nearly as stupid as you insisting I wear your cast-offs. You could have just let me return and get my armor."
"That would be attracting too much attention. But now that I think of it that would be better. Blood stains are hard to remove from designer clothes. I have to throw out the lot!"
"I never asked you for any favors!"
"You ungrateful cretin! I saved you from the indignity of running around buck naked!"
Now all good bartenders will step in to break up a fight, before it gets ugly. "Hey, Albert, why don't you play us a tune? You're pretty good on the piano."
"I'm not in the mood, Latkje."
"It always cheers you up."
"Fine." Albert gets up from his seat and heads to the piano. Soon he starts to play a slow sonata.
***
Albert returns to the bar and finds Yuber asleep. "Get up Yuber. I'm not gonna haul your ass all the way back to headquarters."
"..." Yuber's condition: knocked-out.
"Fool."
The bartender laughs. You should know by now who he is. "He's a rookie ain't he? Nookie nookie time, eh Albert?"
"You mind your own business." Albert grabs Yuber and drags him out of Modesto's.
"Don't forget to come back tomorrow!" Mr. bartender calls out cheerily.
End of Chapter 3
Authors' note: These people are not gay. We are not saying they are gay. It is not our fault if your hyperactive imagination gets the better of you. The idea for Albert's pianist side came from suikonline.net. Why did we write this story? Well, it started with a question: Who ties Yuber's braid? It is inconceivable that Yuber would actually do it himself, so someone must be doing it for him! So from there we asked, where did the MJ suit come from? And so on... The characters in this story might be a little bit out of character. Specifically Albert and Yuber.