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“I did not...make that decision because I want t-to see your face… I chose that decision because...no, will you stop with the names? It’s aggravating.”
Oh yeah, he was a goner. Holding on to the bar, seeming to zone out, and then looking at her as if she'd spoken a foreign language when she addressed him again... all signs of someone losing their grip to the demon drink.
"You said we weren't on a first-name basis, so I stuck to the pet names. Now you're getting mad because you want me to use your actual name? What happened to the decisiveness you had earlier in the night?"
When she began to traverse the length of the bar, she heard Ruki slur after her. Jen did glance back toward him, and heard him snap his fingers... but honestly, she wasn't about to be bossed around like this. Requests were one thing, but she didn't respond to demands if she didn't have to (it didn't help that she always had a bit of a problem with authority, and would often express it by acting in contrarian ways). She'd had patrons like this before: they usually didn't get very far.
[attr="class","textieno"]Ruki’s mind went somewhere else, his visions began to duplicate the environment around him and he isn’t sure if he’s balancing correctly. It felt like the world was tilting on him and he’s unable to balance.[break][break]
In reality, Ruki is a decisive man. He always knows exactly what he wants and how it’s done. Tonight however, it didn’t seem that way. He lifted up his index finger at Jen,[break][break]
“No, no...no...no.” He tried to recollect the words on what he was about to say her, something about correcting her, right?[break][break]
“I...am de-ci-sive.” He points his finger at her, “You on the other hand, de-cided to play what...what...whatever game and toy with me. You slithering snake, I didn’t want...the pet namesss...I didn’t even want you to know my...name.” After he slurred out his justification, he hiccuped.[break][break]
“You chose...to use pet names.”[break][break]
The vampire noticed Jen wasn’t returning. Is that the game she wants to play? To defy him? Admittedly, that’s truly audacious of her, but he didn’t appreciate it one single bit. Right now, he could snap and just let his anger let loose, or simply wait for her; it’s more than likely she’ll return like she always does.[break][break]
“Hey, I ask...you to come back...here!” He started to lean over the bar, the irritation he had let building-up started to let loose.
Man, this guy really didn't know how to hold his liquor, did he? Two drinks in and he was already acting this much of a fool? It was almost hilarious if not a bit sad, especially considering how antisocial he'd been when he walked in.
She finished handling the beers, then excused herself to return to Ruki's end of the bar. Clearly, he was hammered, and although she was uncoordinated, she maintained a safe distance in case he decided to get physical; not that she couldn't punch him out if she needed to, but she didn't exactly wish to get into a bar fight tonight.
Jen looked him dead in the eyes, and spoke firmly - no more of her teasing, minx-esque tone, "Listen, you need to sit back down, first off before you hurt yourself, second before I have to have you escorted out."
Finally, she pinned his hands down, and inquired in a calmer voice, "Second, I need to know if you drove here, because I'll need to take your keys if that's the case. I'm willing to call you a cab, but I need you to cooperate with me. You understand?"
[attr="class","textieno"]She finally returned, just as he figured. However, she wasn’t playing the flirtatious bartender anymore. She became sincere and did her act professionally, on her part. Had Ruki been sober, this probably wouldn’t have happened. But because he’s over his limits, he’s unable to remain as the moderate business-man type he usually is.[break][break]
Jen asked for him to sit down, now she’s in control. Because of how prideful Ruki is, he didn’t appreciate it, especially since he never takes orders from someone who’s inferior to him. Even ones who are by far salacious.[break][break]
“You know what, I shouldn’t have...to listen to you.” Before Ruki could even speak more, she pinned her hands onto his and he looked down slowly. If there’s one thing didn’t like, it’s when people lay a hand on him, without his permission.[break][break]
“Did I say, you can touch me? Who knows...what on earth...you do with those hands…” The drunk Mukami sat down, still not even daring to look at Jen in the eyes, “I un-der-stand...what you’re say-ing. I walked here...to avoid my brothers for...tonight. Now, it’d be wise...for you to keep your hands off me, at once.” He slurred out, his voice growing cold.
Jen noted that something in his demeanor changed when she pinned his hands; the air around him grew icy, and she realized that his hands were cold. There was no way they should have been, considering how warm it was in the building. Was he okay? Was he a...?
No, no that would have been too coincidental. She had to have been imagining it.
She slowly released her grip, though she watched him the whole time, her guard still high and the hackles on her neck starting to rise. He did have a point though - usually, she didn't touch people without their permission, much less in such a forceful way, because she knew what it was like to be on the receiving end of that (what woman hadn't, really?)
"My apologies. I just needed you to calm down - the other customers were staring at you, and I figured I would save you a shred of dignity."
The dhampir grabbed one of the notepads used to play the virtual gambling games, then wrote down her number, accompanied by "Jendayi~" in both English letters, and in what she thought to be the proper Katakana.
"Now," she looked at him seriously, "I'm going to call you a cab, alright? I don't want you trying to walk home when you're this far gone. Here," Jen slipped the folded up paper into Ruki's hand, "My name and number are on there. I'm not hitting on you, I want you to text me and let me know that you got home safely, okay? You still with me so far?"
[attr="class","textieno"]At least Ruki isn’t a social butterfly at this point, then again, when was he ever? Still dizzy, he failed to glare at whoever else is in this building, only to turn back to Jen. At least she’s smart enough to apologize for laying her hands on him.[break][break]
“They can...say whatever they want about...me.” he attempted to keep himself balanced, “It doesn’t...affect me. Not like I’ll...see them, again.”[break][break]
He didn’t care, sober or not, about any other person’s views on him. He’s used to it by now that most see him as intimidating, cruel and arrogant. He sees it as pure honesty, whether it is ugly or not. It’s not his problem that most people out there are simpleminded and forgetful. They’re not going to be any part of his life or any other way he’d be in deep connections of. So why care?[break][break]
He glanced at the folded paper he was given by Jen as she explained on calling a cab for him to make his departure, and head back to Mukami manor. Had he been sober, he probably would’ve thrown it away and walked back. That however, is definitely not going to happen. He’s too out of it and paid a nasty price for drinking too quick.[break][break]
“So you’ve finally come...to respect me. It was only a matter...of time.” Even when drunk, Ruki’s arrogance of superiority still remains. It’s not even surprising, seeing how much pride he has for himself.[break][break]
“Why...should I?” He raised a brow, “I don’t need your worry...it’s such an ill-mannered joke.”
Jen stood up straighter, and the look she gave him softened a bit now that he'd been quelled to some degree. She pulled her cell phone out of her pocket, and explained as she scrolled through her contacts, "I never held any disrespect for you in the first place, hon. I care about my customers, old and new. It's as simple as that."
Finally, she got to the number for the taxi company, and dialed it, staying in front of Ruki so that she could keep an eye on him while she called. Jen locked her gaze with his out of habit, and waited until she got someone on the line. After a couple of minutes, she had the arrangements made, and hung up, "Okay, they said they should be at the door in about ten minutes or so."
She gestured toward his barstool, "You might as well sit back down for a while. Can I get you some water while you wait? Might help you stave off a hangover in the morning."
Luckily, one of her co-workers was on the clock with her now, and she gestured for the girl to come to her (Miyuki, her name was). Jen asked Miyuki to cover the other patrons while she took care of him, then inquired, "Are you good for money to get home, too?"
[attr="class","textieno"]The vampire blinked at the dhampir after she said about not disrespecting him this whole time. Right, because calling him all those names is a sign of respect. Ruki grew unsure if she’s just saying that to make him feel better or to play with his mind, again. He won’t figure it out in this state of mind, that’s for sure.[break][break]
“Yeah...” He replied, keeping it short, as if he’s dismissing her.[break][break]
Ten minutes, and he’ll be leaving this place. Once he attempts to remember what has happened or if this is to be explained to him, it’s more than likely that this’ll be one of the most regrettable moments he’s going to have to deal with, for some time being. He nearly stumbled on the barstool as he tried sitting down, he couldn’t even sit straight like he would normally do. As if he’s still trying to maintain himself, Ruki’s blue-grey eyes widened; shouldn’t hurt to try again on focusing. Once Jen asked to offer some water, he eyed her.[break][break]
“You may…” He’s still suspicious of her. It is guaranteed for Ruki that it’ll take a lot more actions for her to prove that she respects him. Like he’s going to remember this, anyway. There’s just something off about her, but this may be just him and his unstable mindset where the default idea is to be suspicious, for now.[break][break]
It’s obvious he’s good with money for returning home. Knowing the Mukami brothers, wealth is not much a problem, at all.[break][break]
“I can...confirm that financially…” before finishing his sentence, he had no choice but to put his head down on the bar and crossing his arms around for comfort and support.[break][break] “...I’m fine.”
If she knew him better, and especially if he hadn't already stated that he didn't like being touched without permission, she probably would have patted his shoulder; instead, she refrained, but still responded, "Okay hon, whatever you say."
It wasn't by any means a statement of acquiescence, rather she'd dealt with people who were this drunk before and recognized that sometimes, it was just better not to argue with them (while still working to help them out, since they're obviously not okay). She grabbed a standard tall glass, and tapped the bar in front of him to get his attention again, "You want ice in it or no?"
Was this guy always so... argumentative? No matter what she said or did, one got the feeling that he was always on the defense, ready to launch a counter-attack for perceived slights where there were none. He didn't seem like the brawling type, the sorts who became violent when intoxicated and looked for any excuse to get in a fight; then again, looks could be deceiving. She doubted it though: he seemed too proud, too entitled to be much of a fighter. Or was that just a front...?
"And since you say you don't have any financial issues, you won't have any problem coming back to pay off your tab eventually, right? Whether you want to see me again or not, it doesn't reflect well on you to leave debts unpaid."
Maybe she was toeing the line of professionalism at this point, giving him unsolicited financial advice; but she didn't want to ignore her instinct - drunk people were often forgetful, and not that good at common sense. Jen had more than once been accused of being a "mom friend", but hey, someone had to do it.
[attr="class","textieno"]“I’ve had a long night;...a lot of my time was wasted, I’m sure...I know what I’m talking about.” He knows, but she doesn’t. Either way, it’s none of her business to know what he’s dealt with. If he could analyze these unfortunate events any deeper, nothing good came out of them. To Ruki, at least.[break][break]
Definitely it felt like the environment had grown hotter, the alcohol still affecting him. Most definitely one of the nights he’s going to loathe when this all wears off. Staying in his bedroom at the manor until all of his brothers had slept would probably have been a better idea. What was he thinking before he arrived here? Where in the right mind was he in to think that this would be a good idea?[break][break]
He got slightly startled from the tap of the bar when Jen meant to catch his attention on asking for some ice in his water. Ruki didn’t even bother to move his head up,[break][break]
“Ice is fine.” And an ice bag would be better when he sobers up. An ice bag to swing it upside his brother, Kou’s head. He knows for sure that he’s going to punish Kou, whenever he gets the chance to.[break][break]
Wait a minute, did he chose to put this on tab? Ruki couldn’t even remember the choice he made for payment. He could always use his familiars to take care of that, that way he won’t see Jen at all. But no, he’s going to be a man and not a coward. If this is going on tab, he has to take responsibility.[break][break]
“I’ll see to it...that the payment will be taken care of.” He snarled.[break][break]
Jen filled the glass about halfway with ice, and the rest with water, then slid it within reach of the nobleman before her. He explained that it was, in fact, a long day for him... but she'd sort of gotten that vibe early on.
That being said, she'd be lying if he wasn't vaguely intriguing. Sure, he was reasonably physically attractive, but she couldn't say that the aura he had was purely because of that. The arrogance was something of a turn-off, but then, Jen herself had sometimes been accused of arrogance (what could she say? Her mother always did tell her she lived up to her Leo birthright), so she couldn't really point too many fingers.
That aura though... and the cold hands...
The dhampir felt her brain nagging at her, those two thoughts swirling in her subconscious yet she all but refused to acknowledge. Her body acknowledged it though - that familiar unfamiliarity, the sense she'd been getting from too many others since she arrived. But if she was wrong, she could very well look right mad (not to mention, rude) if she asked directly. Especially, in public like this... who knows who might have been listening in?
She smiled softly, "Good to know. Should be just a few more minutes. Same as always, signal me if you need me. And keep drinking your water, you'll be glad you did."
The bar was starting to get a bit busier, and although Miyuki was holding down the fort, Jen still knew she'd need to step in to handle the influx. A few more customers had come in and ordered, so she set to fetching beer and pouring cocktails, slightly relieved to have something to occupy herself with.
[attr="class","textieno"]"Okay hon, whatever you say."[break][break]
So far, she has stuck with the “hon” for now, this is probably more than likely how she usually speaks. A part of Ruki still urked about that, however. It didn’t feel all right to him.[break][break]
His eyes caught a glimpse of the glass of water. Reluctant, Ruki lifted his head up, unfolding his arms and reached for the glass. He took small sips of the cold water, easing the heat that the alcohol affected him with. It’s rather relieving, despite that his skin is usually cold.[break][break]
He did not answer her this time, keeping himself occupied with drinking the water. Still, he’s distrustful with Jen. Nothing really changed on that. If anything, because she had her hands on his, did she notice the icy feeling of his skin? It would be a deadly price if she were to ever come to acknowledge the idea that he’s truly a vampire. A turned vampire, to specify. He can’t have one person knowing what he is, especially since Jen seems like the woman who’s very gregarious, and not only just because of her job. It’s too risky, but from how the situation has been turning out, she may have ignored it.[break][break]
One life to spare.[break][break]
It would be beneficial for both of us, I guess. Ruki thought. He didn’t despise Jen, for now; only finds her a nuisance. If she however is any worse, the chances of her becoming his enemy is very high. He already has found her fishy, the pet names were just ridiculous. Ruki felt sick, and hopefully it wasn’t coming from the bourbon.[break][break]
To ease the nausea, he took more sips of his water, even taking an ice cube in his mouth to keep the cold relief.[break][break]
Another few chugs down while a few minutes pass by, and Ruki finished his glass. The nausea wore off for now. Should he take another glass, in case? He weakly tapped on the bar, and his head laid on it.[break][break]
“Hey...bartender...another glass.” He said, slurring on the “s” sound.
She almost didn't hear it over the steadily mounting din; this was closer to the Sunday night crowd she was used to. Nevertheless, her ear picked up on the call for a bartender, that slurred, accented voice, a tap on the wooden surface. Jen finished mixing up a Cosmopolitan for a female customer, then breezed back over to Ruki.
He'd finished his glass, and seemed vaguely more stable for now. That was an awful lot of water to drink so quickly - she couldn't help thinking that he'll likely need to hit the men's room before he left, and with any luck, not need to get any more acquainted with the porcelain goddess than normal.
"Want another one?" Jen kept it short and to the point, "You feelin' any better, by the way?"
Honestly, after dealing with him, she might need to get a drink herself before she got off her shift. Not enough to get stone cold plastered, just to loosen up. She couldn't figure out why, but being around him was making her feel increasingly more tense; maybe a solid rum & coke would be just what she needed to take off that edge.
[attr="class","textieno"]Good, she heard him. Ruki is usually not the shouting type, unlike his brother, Yuma. Though, he does have moments where he does raise his voice whenever he’s angry. That however, only happens when his brothers do something by far obnoxious.[break][break]
“I did say...another glass, did I not?” Ruki raised a brow, his head still laying on the bar. “I’m fine.” It could’ve been worse, probably. He could’ve possibly trashed the area, like Yuma does in his own bedroom whenever he loses his temper. That not only would look bad on his part, but kill some pride, and pay up a lot of damages and give a really bad reputation of being the responsible one. Not that he didn’t just ruin some part of that image, tonight. He knows he can redeem it, just not now.[break][break]
What was he thinking? He could’ve just taken one glass of bourbon and left. He could’ve drank slowly, to be honest. Instead, he chose to make the wrongful decisions and he has forced himself to pay the consequences for those decisions. He’s smarter than this, he knows himself very well than to do something foolish. So why did he choose to do this, despite acknowledging the prices to pay?[break][break]
Could it be due to the all the irritation and anger he’s been bottling up inside? Are all the events; that he had to deal with vacuous and saucy people, who thought they know better than he does yet he can point out their errors from a mile away getting to him? Was Kou’s... performance and other off-putting actions irritating him to the core? They seem like the legitimate answers to his vexation.[break][break]
Jen tried not to let out a sigh, then took the glass and began to refill it, "Sorry sugar, it's getting busier in here so I only caught that you'd called me over."
She topped it off with some more ice, and passed it to him. The way he kept insisting that he was fine, strongly suggested the contrary. Did he have that rough of a home life? She didn't see a wedding ring, and separated or recently divorced men came through frequently... but he also looked a bit young to be married. Maybe things were going badly for him at work (or worse, he might have gotten fired)? Ruki certainly had a sort of career man aura about him...
...why was she so concerned with him in particular? Ostensibly there was nothing that special about him, just another soul going through a rocky patch... or was he?
Whatever. She shook her head a bit, and left him to his devices again, with one eye always kept on the windows leading outside, wondering when the taxi would show up. Jen couldn't afford to linger on him much longer.
