1 Two Nobles Meet [Owydelu/invite - Training] Sun Nov 16, 2014 12:11 am
Binsu
D-rank
"Another lemon ginger please," Binsu spoke aloud, cautiously ignoring the various bewildered stares from the drunk men and women who saw him as a traitor for not demanding alcohol. Although his friends weren't proud of it, Binsu disliked the idea of getting drunk. The phobia lead to many women rejecting his romantic appeals to them, and it also made it difficult for him to make friends. Not that he was looking to make friends. The Jounin often found himself sitting alone at a table for two with nothing but a soft drink or tea in his hands, much like he was today.
After the bartender poured him a tall yet think glass of lemon juice, with a 'hint' of ginger, with four ice-cubes and a pink-coloured plastic straw leaning on the inside of the mix, Binsu decided to take his drink and return to his seat. The strong smells of alcohol and sweat creeped into his nostrils and hugged the insides. The smell wasn't so much as bad as disorientating. Within seconds the Jounin had returned to his seat, but a sixth sense warned him he wouldn't remain there for long.
"Hey nimrod! You're in my seat!" a brute voice called out from behind. Binsu turned his gaze towards the voice, only to be greeted by the sight of a large, muscular build of a man who didn't look too attractive. Binsu wasn't gay, but although he couldn't tell when a guy looked to attractive to women, he was smart enough to guess when a guy was ugly-beyond-second-thought. "I'm sorry sir you must be mistaken, i made sure no one was sitting here when I sat down," Binsu jokingly addressed the man, half serious about the missunderstandment. The man displayed a large grin, the type of grin a large predator puts on before striking down its prey. "I said this is my seat, now move!!" The whole bar plunged into a wave of silence, glares from all around the room all focused on the two men before them. Binsu didn't pay any attention to their crowd, he didn't take his eyes off the brute, half plotting to cut his head clean off of his shoulders with his own tounge.
Every bone in his body told him to attack, every muscle supported the idea of seeing the brute's lifeless body melted onto the wall behind him. His mind would've made the call to attack, but his heart stepped in at the last momen. "Sorry sir, I don't know what I was thinking. Here the seat is all yours," he's say, forcing a fake smile to appear on his lips as they moved to the rythym of his words. The man widened his cocky smirk and said, "That's right asshole," before taking a seat where Binsu had once sat. With his drink in his hand Binsu made his way through the disapointed glares of the bar: the people wanted to see a fight, but Binsu didn't give them one. Binsu made his way out the bar and stopped at the door, before taking small sips from his drink whilst starring blindly at the moon above him. The popular belief at the time was that he hadn't chosen to fight the brute because he was scared; which was partially true. Binsu was scared he would've killed the guy...
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