Disclaimer: See chapter 1.

For those of you who may be wondering, I will give you the meanings of some of these names: Dorai Berumotto = Dry Vermouth; Jin Uotsuka = Gin Vodka; Nama = Draft (beer); Uwaki = Wanton; Shuran = Fighting Drunk

If you haven't noticed by now, there's a lot of Japanese vocabulary besides that in this fanfiction. So, if you have a problem, I'm sure you can ask almost any major anime fan.

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When Nama came back and gave Jin her uniform, she left to the restroom to change. Shortly after she went, Shuran decided to start cursing me.
"Bastard! How dare you do this to me?" he started yelling, "A paying customer! I was the most admired guy by the ladies here before you came in. Now all the girls are swooning over you. And when that brick house came in, the kind of woman that I've been seeking all this time, you sweep her out right out from my grasp!"
"What the hell are you talking about? You just snatched her hand and started hitting on her and she took an instant disliking for you. And while we hardly did more then exchange names, your acting as if I had just mated with her." It wasn't until after I said this that I realized that "mated" wasn't the best word for a human to use when talking about intercourse.
I don't think Shuran noticed the blunder, though. He already absorbed himself into drinking a pint and picking up a girl for the night. I sighed and waited for an order. After a few people asked for beers (nothing that could occupy my time and attention from Uwaki's frightening advances), Jin came back out with the clothes she came in with (which weren't much more then a plain shirt and black jeans) in a bundle under her arm. Her uniform was exactly like mine, except, of course, the measurements. I didn't have any sort of shock to her beauty or anything of the sort (although, looking back, she did look attractive). The guys in the bar must have thought so too, since we suddenly had an influx of male customers at the bar for a mixed drink. Half of them had notebads or black books out along with their money.
The night went on mostly like this. The new crowd kept my admirer somewhat at bay, but I was somewhat jealous of my new partner's skills. She did things as easily, if not more so, then I did. I didn't let that phase me much, so I decided to just enjoy my job as well as I could until it was time to close.
Nama left early, so I was trusted to lock up tonight. Jin left as soon as she was dismissed. But Uwaki, since she couldn't bother me as much tonight as usual, stopped me at the door.
"Whatcha' doin' for the rest of the night?" she said, trying to be as sexy as she could be (which isn't very in my opinion).
"Probably sleeping," was my only response. When I tried to pass by her, she blocked the exit.
"Want company while you're doin' that?" She batted her eyes. "I'm sure I could be a good girl with you in bed."
"No."
"But...but... ah! I get it! You like that new girl, don't you? She stole your heart from me, didn't she?"
"She didn't steal my heart from you. I hated you to begin with."
"You love her, don't you?"
"I just met her!"
"Don't lie!"
"I'm not! Before today, I've never seen her in my life!"
"So... you still belong to me?"
"I hate you, you dumb-ass!"
"Oh, stop teasing! You love me and you know it!"
"I've barely known you for a week, and you've become number one on my list of people I most want to kill!" Yes, she even beat Son Goku.
"You've made me unhappy now! Comfort me!" She tried to grope me, which I side stepped. Then I ran through the door and locked it behind me. She started banging on the door, crying that she wanted out and that I was a cruel lover for avoiding her. I started laughing and walked to my apartment, tossing the keys up and down in my amusement.

My "pad" wasn't the best in town, but it was pretty nice. It had four separate rooms, all for the different human needs. I threw myself back on the sofa in the front room and turned on the T.V. Most things humans watched didn't interest me, however I did like some of the educational channels. An hour passed by with watching something about Atlantis when my phone rang.
"Moshimoshi?"
"Piccolo!" I heard an old voice through the receiver. "I forgot to tell you!"
I groaned. It was that perverted old crone. "What is it?"
"You're wearing the ring more than 12 hours a day, right?"
"Yeah, what of it?"
"When you do that through the first month of having it, it will short out every once and a while."
"Excuse me!?" I got up from the couch. "Isn't that something I should have been told before hand?!"
"Don't worry, you have a place to live that you can lock from the inside. Just spend all the time you can in there with your ring off."
"Easier said than done!" Past the working hours I had, I found that one day Uwaki followed me home and learned my address. Since then, she would try to see me through my window every once in a while, and at this time I couldn't afford curtains.
"OK, I'll tell you something then that could help out. Whenever your ring feels like its burning, it's about to short out. You have one to five minutes to get out of sight until it gives out. The time it takes to work again usually goes about 10 minutes, however it's gone as far as an hour."
"Is that all?"
"That's all you need, I think. Now, I have to make another call. Take care, you hot stu--."
I slammed the phone down on the hook. A few more minutes passed by until the program was over, so I turned off all the lights, took off the ring, and went to bed, covering my face with the blanket. How was Father able to handle being a human for so long? I thought.