~Seeing New Faces~

Amber gave the drink a weird look before timidly picking it up and taking a small sip.
"Ehh...not bad..."
(Amber on alchohol...XD That's nearly as bad as me on red bull)

"Noa! You have to do it like this...." Mishiru said, her glass 'magically' re-filled. xD She tilted her head back and drank the entire thing in one gulp, gasping for breath when she swalloed. "Woo.." she breathed, punching a fist into the air.

Amber looked at her glass once more before swallowing it all at once.
"Hehe...I'll take another one~" She said, smiling creepily at the empty glass.

Mishiry grinned. "THATS THE SPIRIT! OI! ANOTHER ROUND!" she called, as the bartender sighed and brought them both another. >>

Amber gulped the whole glass down in one go, before looking at the mepty glass with a satisfied smirk.
"Hehe...this is GOOD. Blehehehehehe...another one, bar dude!" She hiccuped and started laughing her head off.
Amber laughed-
+1 puppy dead.

Mishiru blinked. Um, had she done something wrong? xD Oh well~ As long as noe one got hurt, it was okay....she supposed....>> She smiled and finished hers off, wondering were the hell thoses puppy screams were coming from....xD

Amber slowed down on the laughing looking at her drink weirdly.
"Hmm...I think I like these things~"
She started swaying on the bar stool, smiling giddily.
"Fehhh...you is my bestest friend, Mishiru-chaaaaaaaaaaaan~"
(The poor puppies...oh the humanity! DX)

(lol, yep)

Mishiru laughed, lightly hugging Amber. "Aww, thanks Amber-chaaaaaan!" The bartender glared at the two drunks, sniffing. "Are you sure you kids are over 18...?"

"Teehee~" Amber giggled, throwing bills at the bartenders head. "Shut up, oldie. We're having a good time, and that's what matters~~"

The bartender grinned, taking the bills. "Um, oh sure. You girls have as many as you want~" he said cuckling.

"WOO!" Mishiru cheered, raising her glass to salute Amber.

"Teehee~ Thanks, old guy!" Amber grabbed another one and downed it in one go.
"MMMM...bloody mary~"

Mishiru downed hers and hiccuped. "Hee, yup~ .....We've had, like, twelve each....Maybe we should switch to Virgin Mary's?"

Amber hiccuped, and her words started to come out slurred. "W-whatever do you mean, Michiru-chaaaaaaaaan? *hiccup* We're fine...but, I would like to try one of these *hiccup* virgin mary's...send some our way, bar-dude!" The bartender quickly passed up a round of the Virgin Mary's.

* a man wearing torn ragged yet still holding up clothes looking like he jsut got off survivor walks in lost like a lost beast of the wild*

Hiccuping, Amber turned to see someone familiar...
"Oi! Takezo! Get o'er here, me and my good friend Mishiru-chaaaan are enjoying some drinks!" Her speech was slurred, and she was smiling a lot...very out of character.

*takezo approaches his eyes were beastlike and had rage inside of them like they always do and he was kinda shy* "hi" *he didnt smile for he didnt want to show weakness ina new environment*

"Oi! Old guy...how a'out one of these 'bloody marys' for my friend over here?" The bartender sighed and put another drink on the table while Amber gestured for Takezo to take a seat.

*takezo sits down cautious of hsis urroundigns*

Amber sighed and pushed the glass right up to Takezo.
"Drink it...it's GUD stuff" She said, swaying on the spot.

*I walk in* Yo! Your AMBER! And your I DONT KNOW! *I'd say to Mishiru* And your also I DONT KNOW! *I say to Takezo*

*he drank it like it was water and wasnt even buzzed because of his great fortitude from living off grass for months* "names takezo"

"OMG I know you!" Amber said, leaning forward and pointing at Zakuzu. However, due to the amount of alchohol, she fell face first off her chair. She rolled into a sitting position and started laughing hysterically.
"Haha...did you see? I fell of the chair...It was awesome!"

"what is this stuff?" *he points to a beer acting like a dog jsut discovering civilization looking at a car*

Eh....*I look at Amber as if she's crazy* YOU NEED TO GO TO AN ASYLUM?

"whats an asylum?" *his eyes were beastlike, his clothes were tattered and grass stained almost half of it was poorly washed and held wooden poorly carved staffs and a kendo stick his eyes had a certain rage to them*