Pink Hair, Dog Tags, and Vodka
Sakura warily watched the glass of vodka placed next to her glass of orange soda.
"Compliments of the silver-haired gentleman in the back."
She looked at the bartender quizzically. That English accent was not a good fit for him. Seriously.
She turned to face said "gentleman", and came face-to-chest with finely sculpted pectorals and very shiny dog tags. Well, said pectorals were under a mesh shirt and trench coat, but that didn't change anything. She lifted her head to look him in the eyes. Very gorgeous, violet eyes, she mused silently, staring down the tall, smirking man.
"Can you explain to me why a shot of vodka has made itself known in my vicinity, even though I didn't want one?" she asked, brow cocked and lips pursed. She took note of his fang-like teeth when he smiled.
"You tellin' me I can't buy a fuckin drink for a damn gorgeous woman?" he shot back, and moved to take a seat.
"Not when the pretty woman doesn't drink."
She also took note of the dog tags on his chest again. If he was in the army, it would be difficult to kick his ass. Damn.
"What's your rank?" she asked, gesturing to the metal tablets.
"I don't have one. I just bought them because they looked cool."
" . . .Oh. . ."
The silver-haired man soon found himself alone with a few strands of pink hair, dog tags, and a shot of vodka.