Author's Note: I've been given a theme song, yet slightly altered.
'You know I wish that I was Jesse's girl!'
Damn my evil friend.
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And thus, this is what happened at the Aoiya party and my un-intentional second run in with El Bastardo. It was a nice casual affair and I had worn my dark midnight tint denim jeans, a lavender lingerie looking tank top and a slim denim jacket over it. I arrived at seven and everything was set up and people had already arrived. Kaoru-chan and Himura showed up, as did Megumi-san and her loaf of a fiancee Sagara. Ah, but he's a fun drinking buddy. Like one of my adpotive brothers! So after a couple yummy appetizers of takoyaki and yakitori, Sagara and I decided to rope Himura into a short drinking contest in which Himura won simply because he was raised by the biggest sake drinker in Japan, one Seijuro Hiko. Moving on, five shots of vodka, tequila, rum, vodka again, and then schnaaps later I was feeling a bit tipsy but otherwise functional when he arrived.
Shino-freaking-mori Aoshi. Hurrah.
I attempted to wander to a nice secluded and shady part of the restaurant, but apparently this man had a fetish for such as ten minutes later I found myself in his company. Watch as I weep for utter joy! Sarcasm implied. And thus began such a fun night!
El Bastardo: Evening Makimachi-san.
Me: Evening Shinomori-san. Insult any girls today?
El Bastardo: Only those who deserved it.
Me: Isn't that all the female population in your eyes?
El Bastardo: (almost smiling) Conversing with you is such a pleasure. Does your third rate wit make you feel better at the end of the day?
Me: Like your 'I'm always right and women are evil' attitude?
El Bastardo: Touche.
Such a sterling and lovely interaction and no wonder I scurried away and to the bar until dinner was served. Honestly, dealing with Shinomori for the rest of the night would require my good friend Smirnoff and luckily Shiro was feeling like a generous bartender tonight.
This time the Aoiya's resident homosexual barfly appeared, one Honjou Kamatari whose overzealous flirting was matched with a vast knowledge of cosmetic and fashion. I've been attempting to get him to write something freelance for the magazine, but as he puts it: 'Sitting down to do something like that would impinge upon his social life.
Riiiiiiiiight.
So idly chatting over some Sour Apple Martinis, I pointed out my new nemesis to which Kamatari remarked on how 'scrumfuckable' he was.
To translate: Scrumfuckable- scrumptiously fuckable.
I of course grumbled a negative reply and followed Kamatari to a table for dinner, which was miso soup, rice cakes, stew, sashimi, odon, and ramen. With as much enthusiasm as going to the dentist, I was just DELIGHTED when Shinomori sat down at my table with myself and Kamatari, stating better to sit with me than anyone else.
The man has no logic. If anyone can find his logic please notify me ASAP? Perhaps I should put of 'lost' posters.
I felt awkward all through the meal, that carbs comment from the interview coming back to mind, and by the end I was sure I had most likely consumed more alcohol than usual. By now I was feeling quite warm as I removed my jacket and noticed Shinomori's eyes briefly note my appearance. For all his talk, he's still a typical man. Go figure!
I suppose I should point out when I get really drunk I tend to saunter as I walk and I guess some would find it sexy. So I sauntered over to him, at this point close to three sheets to the wind, and began my less-than stellar speech on his "misoanonganist" attitude and how much he "sucked".
Yes, I'm so clever when I'm tanked. And the bastard just smirked and then..patted me on my head.
After that Okon took me home and I passed out on my bed and woke up with a hangover and even more annoyance towards Shinomori Aoshi!
Life would be quite perfect if I never had to see him again.
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'You know I wish that I was Jesse's girl!'
Damn my evil friend.
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And thus, this is what happened at the Aoiya party and my un-intentional second run in with El Bastardo. It was a nice casual affair and I had worn my dark midnight tint denim jeans, a lavender lingerie looking tank top and a slim denim jacket over it. I arrived at seven and everything was set up and people had already arrived. Kaoru-chan and Himura showed up, as did Megumi-san and her loaf of a fiancee Sagara. Ah, but he's a fun drinking buddy. Like one of my adpotive brothers! So after a couple yummy appetizers of takoyaki and yakitori, Sagara and I decided to rope Himura into a short drinking contest in which Himura won simply because he was raised by the biggest sake drinker in Japan, one Seijuro Hiko. Moving on, five shots of vodka, tequila, rum, vodka again, and then schnaaps later I was feeling a bit tipsy but otherwise functional when he arrived.
Shino-freaking-mori Aoshi. Hurrah.
I attempted to wander to a nice secluded and shady part of the restaurant, but apparently this man had a fetish for such as ten minutes later I found myself in his company. Watch as I weep for utter joy! Sarcasm implied. And thus began such a fun night!
El Bastardo: Evening Makimachi-san.
Me: Evening Shinomori-san. Insult any girls today?
El Bastardo: Only those who deserved it.
Me: Isn't that all the female population in your eyes?
El Bastardo: (almost smiling) Conversing with you is such a pleasure. Does your third rate wit make you feel better at the end of the day?
Me: Like your 'I'm always right and women are evil' attitude?
El Bastardo: Touche.
Such a sterling and lovely interaction and no wonder I scurried away and to the bar until dinner was served. Honestly, dealing with Shinomori for the rest of the night would require my good friend Smirnoff and luckily Shiro was feeling like a generous bartender tonight.
This time the Aoiya's resident homosexual barfly appeared, one Honjou Kamatari whose overzealous flirting was matched with a vast knowledge of cosmetic and fashion. I've been attempting to get him to write something freelance for the magazine, but as he puts it: 'Sitting down to do something like that would impinge upon his social life.
Riiiiiiiiight.
So idly chatting over some Sour Apple Martinis, I pointed out my new nemesis to which Kamatari remarked on how 'scrumfuckable' he was.
To translate: Scrumfuckable- scrumptiously fuckable.
I of course grumbled a negative reply and followed Kamatari to a table for dinner, which was miso soup, rice cakes, stew, sashimi, odon, and ramen. With as much enthusiasm as going to the dentist, I was just DELIGHTED when Shinomori sat down at my table with myself and Kamatari, stating better to sit with me than anyone else.
The man has no logic. If anyone can find his logic please notify me ASAP? Perhaps I should put of 'lost' posters.
I felt awkward all through the meal, that carbs comment from the interview coming back to mind, and by the end I was sure I had most likely consumed more alcohol than usual. By now I was feeling quite warm as I removed my jacket and noticed Shinomori's eyes briefly note my appearance. For all his talk, he's still a typical man. Go figure!
I suppose I should point out when I get really drunk I tend to saunter as I walk and I guess some would find it sexy. So I sauntered over to him, at this point close to three sheets to the wind, and began my less-than stellar speech on his "misoanonganist" attitude and how much he "sucked".
Yes, I'm so clever when I'm tanked. And the bastard just smirked and then..patted me on my head.
After that Okon took me home and I passed out on my bed and woke up with a hangover and even more annoyance towards Shinomori Aoshi!
Life would be quite perfect if I never had to see him again.
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