Post by Bianca Sabbato on Dec 23, 2020 23:53:30 GMT -5
I was fucking tired.
Yep, that was a pretty simple way to summarize my whole situation. Coming back from a hunt that had taken me longer than usual. I spent hours tracking a grimm, going left and right, running in circles, and following tracks that took me nowhere... Al for a single, miserable creep. One so pathetic even a regular person with a sharp stick could have killed him without much difficulty.
So I was left to walk home in shame, head low, and my spear covered by a thick layer of cloth... Lately, the Ground district was feeling even more dangerous than before, with a killer on the loose and all of that... So I preferred to lay low when going in and out of there.
But I needed a little rest before walking all the way back to Haven. So my eyes quickly scanned my surroundings. A love hotel here, a small inn there. Both useless, I wasn’t that tired, I only needed to rest for a little while... Ah... Around a corner, I managed to catch a glimpse of a small bar/club.
I was also thirsty, and not in the usual sense. Well, maybe a little... But most importantly! I needed a drink. So onwards I went.
I entered the building and was immediately assaulted by the strobe lights and loud music blasting us from the corners of the room. The thing was pretty full, probably because the night was just falling, and people started getting out of their jobs.
There appeared to be a small dance floor. And a bunch of people having a good time with plenty of booze and debauchery flowing freely all around them. It looked fun, maybe I could sweep in after a while, but right then, I needed to rest my feet for a moment.
I took a seat around the bar and asked for their cheapest beer with a dejected expression. The barman shot me a weird look but complied nonetheless, discretely telling me that this was probably not the best place for me to be tonight.
I arched a brow but replied that I would be fine, that I wasn’t planning on staying for long anyway. That didn’t seem to calm the man in any way. But he let me be.
After a couple minutes of drinking my booze in silence, I finally understood what he meant when, from behind me, a booming voice started calling for my attention. I turned around and had to groan at the image in front of me.
-So, what do we have here? I wasn’t aware that this place catered to animals as well. They must really think of everything. Next time I will bring my dog along!-
The speaker was a fat man (although not without a healthy layer of muscle underneath), bald, sported a long grey beard, and used sunglasses inside like an asshole. Over a discolored t-shirt, he wore a leather vest filled with more skulls and patches than you could count.
The main one was on his back and looked like a biker gang logo. They called themselves “The Road Death”. Apparently.
Never heard of them, but then again. It was probably one of the many dime-a-dozen small gangs that appeared and disappeared periodically from public consciousness. Nowadays, very few groups managed to preserve themselves in time without at least one or two chances in their names and leadership.
-Whacha say, missy? Cat got your tongue?- Asked the burly man, laughing aloud and elbowing his pals around him. All in all, there must have been around 10 of them altogether. And not even one had a decent sense of fashion.
Taking a sip from my beer, I tried to ignore the thugs first. But as I realized they weren’t going away. I turned towards them with a deadpan expression. They seemed to have drawn even closer to me, forming a rough semicircle that shut all of my possible exits.
-Fuck off... I have no time to waste on you- I answered as a matter of fact. I was a little too pissed off to be diplomatic at this point. My response eluded roaring laugher and exchanged jokes between the presents, as some patrons behind them looked with worried expressions at the scene.
-Ohh... Looks like the crawling animal has some backbone on her. I’m not surprised one like you can only respond with prepotency, that’d be so typical of faunus...-
And here we go again. It’s like a bingo card. Wonder how many spots will this asshole manage to fill.
-Coming here to impose your barbaric traditions, like abandoning your children and copulating with wild animals. Running the culture that once made Mistral a great place to live-
-I was born here...- I replied drily. Finishing my beer in one go. It was a decent one, nothing to write home about. He did miss the part about faunus eating human babies and conspiring against the glorious human race.
-Coming to commit crimes, threaten our old and corrupting our daughters. Draining money from us to send to their homelands in Vacuo or, havens help me, Menagerie.-
-I have no family...- I, again, called out. Getting a little bored of his crap. To be honest, I would like to corrupt their daughters as much as possible. But I wasn’t so excited about doing any of the other activities suggested by this fine gentleman here present.
-And don’t get me started about their women...-
Huh? What was that? This was a new one... He could shit-talk me. But it was my duty to protect the honor of the fair faunus girls of this city!
-Hey! Faunus women are pretty dope, you know...- I called out accusatorily. But he seemed out of it for a second, like he wasn’t even paying attention to me. He began his tirade and... It was... Something.
-...Sultry, filthy animals... With your fluffy ears and... Shinny, smooth scales, long serpentine tongues... And your well-defined bodies from doing physical labor... Sweat dripping out your furry tails... Ruining our bloodlines with your Lecherous temptations...- Finished up the man, breathing heavily and with fat drops of sweat running down his temple.
…
For a second, the rest of the bikers turned around and looked at their leader with inquisitive eyes. Clearly unsure of what they had just heard or what it meant.
On the sides, I saw one of them nervously scratch his arm. And on the opposite side, a green haired one whistled distractedly as he decided it was a good time to look at any other place except at their boss.
-Uhh...-
Welp. He had a point there. Faunus chicks rocked... Although I’m wasn't sure what the actual fuck was all of that about. Did this motherfucker had unresolved issues? It wouldn’t be the first time someone tries to hide their own inclinations behind intolerance...
-What? It’s not like that!-
What? I was sure I was only thinking about that. Did I say it aloud?
-I haven’t said a thing- I responded, a little freaked out. Nah, there was no way...
-H-How you dare to even suggest something like that!?-
-Something like what!?- Did this dude read minds? Or was he so transparent he was calling himself out on his mind?
-That’s it! Teach her a lesson, boys!-
Cracking their knuckles, a couple of the bikers looming over me displayed wicked smiles as they started advancing towards me. In the distance, the bouncers gave exactly one look in my direction before deciding the whole issue was beyond their paycheck.
-...The fuck did I do now?-
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