It had been a long day. Tiring. Who knew how a simple meeting could take so much energy. Such stressful situations hadn't been a part of her life for quite some time now, Suzume guessed this was the world's way of making up for lost time. So much had changed, so much had been tasked upon her, and all of it in in a matter of a day. Honestly, she was beginning to wonder why she had ever thought coming to Konoha had been such a good idea. Nothing but headaches had awaited her here and all of it seemed to surmount to hopelessness.

So, logically, there was only one place she knew she had to go after a rough and tumble day. The local pub.

Having been lead around the village a bit by that Uchiha boy when she had first arrived, she remembered such a place that had made her tongue tingle with the thirst for a cold glass of beer. Now even her mind agreed. Several tall glasses were in order to dislodge her thoughts for the night. She had rather not think about all the lives committed to her because of her rank.

And what of her rank? Had she ever truly deserved it? Did she prove her worthiness this day? This day, of all days? Not to get too dramatic but a very big discussion had taken place, and very big demands had been made --threats even-- and all for what? For peace?

Suzume stopped just short of the local pub's door. She had been walking through the alleys and side streets to get back to the path she had originally noticed the pub. Her head was racing, berating her with horrible thoughts. Not all of them without reason, although she wished they hadn't any. Summoning the will to move on, so she could rid her mind of her own demons and drowning them in another, she breathed herself back to tranquility. After a moment, she could look up again.

The door opened and a heavy blow of noise hit her ears. Laughing, conversations, music, cups slamming against tables, cups clinking together in cheers, shoes and sandals tapping against the dance floor. Only her eyes squinted a fraction of a few centimeters before she adjusted. Her mind was on the edge of calm, nearing self-abuse once more. She needed a drink.

"Give me the strongest beer you've got," she commanded, not asked, of the bartender. Her tone carrying the weight of her need for it. "Now, please."

Her hand rested on the wood countertop, open and waiting. The bartender reluctantly pulled out a glass and filled it up, placing the icy, liquored up beverage into her palm. Just the touch of it began to soothe her. Immediately she brought it to her mouth, chugging the glass down as quickly as she knew she could. The glass was empty in one handful of seconds. "Another," she asked, nicely this time.

One glass wouldn't be enough. That much she already knew before she had even decided on coming to this place. However one glass was enough to start the process. She could feel the reprimands losing their venom in her head. All she required now was more drinks and something to preoccupy her time while the process continued.

Her objective in mind, Suzume looked around the bar. There were a lot of people dancing. She liked dancing. But that would remove her from the bar and it was the drinks that she had come for. Dancing would have to wait. No, there had to be someone to talk to, get her mind off things and preoccupied with senseless dribble. Dribble like the kind the Uchiha boy had played at when greeting her. Or even dribble like small talk. The only thing that mattered was to get her mind quieter and the drinks colder.

And then she saw him. Clearly a boy but his face had enough chisel to it that one could think he was old but with a baby face. The question was, was he old enough yet cursed with a baby face or was he truly a baby faced boy in a bar full of adults? Bingo, she had found a winner. Such a question needed several questions, several answers, and several drinks.

Best yet, he was only a few chairs down. Grabbing her second glass, she headed over and took a seat next to the boy, taking a much more subtle swig than her first before greeting. "Cute face you got there. Never seen such a clean shave, so close to the skin... you must be good with a knife," she gave off a teasing smirk. "I like a man with... precision."

The boy replied to her in a rough tone, she could see his throat move and the skin grow tight. She nearly let herself laugh at this, but instead didn't let her facade break. She had figured it out. The boy was indeed that: a boy. His clean shaven face was more bare than shaven. However comedic she found the conclusion to her question was, she never let on. Even now, with two beers down, her clan's teachings were still holding strong. It would stay firm for a long while later too with all the resistance she had built up over the years. Now it was time to play with the kid a bit.

"How about you get yourself a better drink," Suzume took a look at the boy's glass. It looked like orange juice. Orange juice at a bar? This boy was seriously something else. "Bartender, give this kid the same as me, stat."

She took another large gulp from her glass, taking the last bit of her second glass. "And bring me another as well!" she called out after the bartender as he grabbed the boy's glass. "Tonight, we're gonna have a little challenge between you and me."

He could try to get out of it, but she wouldn't allow it. She needed to break things up in her head and messing around with the kid was the best way to get her mind off things. Off all the troubles back home, off the troubles started here, and the troubles which would undoubtedly unfold from the events of the day. She couldn't wait for the next full glass of beer to reach her hands, as well as to see how the boy could handle his liquor.

The boy's confidence was overcome by the woman's mature assault, shocked from the assault the boy was both dumbstruck and a block of stone, his defenses were breached and his castle was obliterated by her admirals and her fleet of adults, could this be? could this be it? IT'S THE CHECKMATE-ADULT-ASSAULT. CRIMSON HAD NO CHANCE, SHE NOW HAD HER BLADE OF MATURITY AS HIS THROAT, AND WITH HER BLADE SHE WOULD BE OFF WITH HIS HEAD, CRIMSON HAD LOST THE BATTLE.

Or so he thought. The woman invited him to a drink, the drink looked amazing but also expensive, crying as he turned his face he checked his tiny wallet that was actually a tiny coin pouch, he could feel the despairfull moment eating away at him, but he turned to her elegantly continuing the act, looking sharp as ever, or as he acted, he acted calmly and said: “It's on then, I hope you can keep up, sweetheart” he spoke so but his words to himself were slightly too different:


SWEETHEART MY ASS WE'RE ALREADY IN TROUBLE NOW WE'RE TAUNTING HERE OH GOD WE ARE DOOMED!!!!

I am glade that I have met a beautiful woman, she's mature too, which is crazily attractive, but I was always a good judge of situation, at least since I woke up again, and honestly I can't handle her

Crimson you're going to let her defeat you like that, stand up be a man, Misoka would laugh if she saw you like this, sport your power, rise up to victory, the path towards mature older women is a deadly path not for thee feint of heart, are you another weakling?!?!!?

NO!


The man raged from within as he grabbed the cup in a pose of dominance, sporting his aura of dominance throughout the bar, he grabbed it and....

Crimson's head was smashed down at the counter, and he merely took a sip, his face became redder than a tomato, the world was not spinning, it was jumping and darting all over the place, crimson's face became only more and more red, he took hold of the mug as he gulped it down in one go, ordered a  second, flushed it down his throat, and calmly with his face redder than a tomato, he turned to face the attractive woman and spoke  as he moved his body like a robot: “You're quite the attractive woman but...” he seemed okay and unaffected despite his red face, but continued his sentence which broke his facade to pieces.

“Don't under-eth-timeith meh*HIC* Thith ith thoo easthy(translation:Don't underestimate me, This is too easy)”

Crimson's head would smack against the counter but he would sit straight up once again, ordering a refill, he was wasted from the first sip.

Crimson, lowered his head as he spoke “”how am I gonna thcore with ladieeth if I can't handle my liquor(How am I gonna score with ladies if I can't handle my liquor)” pause,“Or even find my identity... Who I wath”

The night was still young but Crimson was already drunk more drunk than anyone could hope too, one fact could be absorbed from the situation or the state he was in; he can't handle his liquor, that was very much true.

Crimson placed his hand on his head as a slight bit of his personality echoed in his eyes, trying to hold on through the traumatizing effect, the situation was all in all more funny and relaxing than anything, but to the boy his trauma of liquor had just begun, he spoke as hard as he can: “s-sorry, I don't th-think I'm that good at drinking”