Sage Itachi ~ Bored out of my skull!

[Evagorn]

"Money...?" Damian looked at her hand, with disappointment "All that work, I suppose I did mess up." He still held on, keeping her someone stable even after stumbling. "You are a skilled fighter, but in the end you were of no use for your fears. It's alright though, because thankfully I can still use you."

She was so drunk now, her movements were slowed and dazed, even though she was skilled, she was too physically weakened now, he suspected.

"How about you come with me? Since you seem to be out of money now, I can compensate you, besides, I have a mansion you know, quite nice." He held her hand tight, and even reached with his other hand and grabbed her other arm, pointing off center naturally.

"I can see you're tired, and hazy, perhaps you'd feel better if you had a chance to rest, perhaps get cleaned up?" If she didn't come peacefully, he could at least get her while she was weakened quickly, and now he had both hands. "What do you say?"

You better not screw up, fool.

OOC: I hope I don't over step by grabbing your other hand, being horribly drunk and all, just tell me and I can change it up for you

[Nezumi]

OCC: No, its fine. This is turning out to be… very interesting… I wonder what Sage’ll think though…

Sage was leaning back and forth, she was trying to remember her last thought, but failed miserably. Currently the only thing she could think of were all the reasons why he was holding her hands, and all the reasons why he shouldn’t be.

“What do you think doing…. I forgot a word there but… are you trying to seduce me while I’m drunk… I will not tolerate that kind of…. Money? Ok sure…..”

Sage’s mind…. Is sadly based upon her current wallet total. What dignity this age old bounty hunter has, and sadly it was true – she had fourteen dollars in her wallet, and yet she still hoped on finding a way to pay for all the beers she had drunken with those fourteen dollars.

Sage needed a few days to fetch her money, and the fact that she blew most of it gambling meant nothing to her. If he was willing to pay for her beer who really cared? Although it still bothered her exactly who it was.

It’s money… kill him later…. Or get drunk again and continue to get money off him… a mansion sounds nice…. So does more beer…

[Evagorn]

At the very least you have her, but her fear alone is of no use. After all that, you simple waste my time Damian.

"Since you're so cooperative," He giggled "I think we shall be off, and don't worry, I'll pay for those beers for you, it's not trouble considering it was my fault you fell." She was still practically limp with weakness, perhaps it wasn't such a bad thing he finally got her fear. "Considering, you seem to be broke." He laughed a bit, and with that began weaving the reality, making the world around her devoid of any money for, she had none and never could get any, in this place.

What do you intend to do? Stroll out with her slung over your shoulder? Drawing so much attention-

Relax, I'll simply leave the usual way after a successful outing, even if she has even the slightest semblance of fight left I can simply knock her out, but her ramblings are quick enjoyable so I do hope it doesn't come to that.[/i][/color]

"So, I'll pay for those drink and we can head back to my place and get you cleaned up, I want to make sure I compensate you fully for the trouble." He smiled, but naturally it was hidden behind his already smiling mask.

[Nezumi]

Sage simply smiled, still slightly off balance she gazed around the room, “Yeah… the last guy who bought me a drink didn’t have a home to go back to… had to give it up as payment…” She giggled.

Sage was of course able to keep her liquor down till at least the five hundredth round… after that she’s on the floor giggling, lucky for Damian he caught her at glass four hundred and ninety nine and a half. At this point it was hard to tell if she was drunk to the point of being stupid, or just a stupid drunk girl…

At this point normally a friend would come in and jump to a conclusion, that is assuming Sage had any friends who were either alive or stupid enough to go to a bar in the cats’ territory. Also assuming she had any friends to speak of, let alone anyone knowing her name.

Also at this point in time the bartender would be grinning from ear to ear, every time Sage comes in it’s like Christmas morning, a new house, a few million here and there. She was well known to the bartender, though you’d have to wonder, why did the bartender take the chance that nobody would come in and do this? Because he made a fortune either way, if he didn’t get a fortune one time, chances are he’d one the next.

Tonight’s bill? Easy enough, only a mere three thousand, surprising? Why not at all, in fact this was low for her, being almost four hundred you think you’d start to build up a resistance somewhere along the way.

The bartender stepped up and placed the bill on the table, with a grin he added, “That’s assuming you aren’t going to let her drink you out of house and home sir.”

((I beleive that's over 85 words, if not please tell me lol))