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"One more." she ordered, a slight slur dancing on her tongue as she raised her empty bottle, ignoring the bottle infront of her, lying down and releasing its contents to stain the black countertop.
"I think you've had enough..." the bartender replied, taking note of her glassy eyes and the way she seemed to sway a bit on the stool. Of course, he also took notice of those perfectly shaped breasts that seemed to jump out at him from over the countertop...
She was much too far gone to notice the way those eyes slid down from her face, otherwise she would have made some choice remarks. "I'm...I'm fine..." she managed to slur out again. "I's no- like....I'm...." she seemed to get distracted for a moment, blinking the smoke from the cigarettes in the ashtray out of her eyes. "Like I'm...drunk..or uhny-thing..."
The bartender had seen some drunks in his days, and so he was used to the funny way people reacted to alcohol sometimes. And yet, somehow, this young lady's current state seemed to pull a chuckle from deep within that throat and chest, the noise warm as it rumbled forth before being cut off by a glare. "Just one more..." she said quietly, seemingly distracted by the pyramid-like structure of shot glasses she had made when she was more sober.
The bartender sought to distract her. "You look really sad, miss...."
"Fumiko." she finished for him, glassy eyes staring at him as she tried to take in his appearance - the room was so dark, and she couldn't see straight, and soon she began to squint.
"Miss Fumiko, then. I'm Daniel. Why do you look so sad?"
"'M'not sad." she claimed, almost angrily.
"Out of sorts, then." he replied calmly, wiping down his end of the counter with a damp cloth.
Fumiko watched him for a long while, so long, in fact, Daniel thought she might have forgotten his question or even what she was doing.
"...Stood up." she finally said, setting down the empty bottle and squinting at him through the darkness.
"Ah. I'm sorry. A pretty young lady like yourself should never be stood up." Fumiko's already alcohol-flushed face became just a shade darker. "What was his name?"
"Erica." she replied simply.
Daniel's eyes widened. "Oh."

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"One more." she ordered, a slight slur dancing on her tongue as she raised her empty bottle, ignoring the bottle infront of her, lying down and releasing its contents to stain the black countertop.
"I think you've had enough..." the bartender replied, taking note of her glassy eyes and the way she seemed to sway a bit on the stool. Of course, he also took notice of those perfectly shaped breasts that seemed to jump out at him from over the countertop...
She was much too far gone to notice the way those eyes slid down from her face, otherwise she would have made some choice remarks. "I'm...I'm fine..." she managed to slur out again. "I's no- like....I'm...." she seemed to get distracted for a moment, blinking the smoke from the cigarettes in the ashtray out of her eyes. "Like I'm...drunk..or uhny-thing..."
The bartender had seen some drunks in his days, and so he was used to the funny way people reacted to alcohol sometimes. And yet, somehow, this young lady's current state seemed to pull a chuckle from deep within that throat and chest, the noise warm as it rumbled forth before being cut off by a glare. "Just one more..." she said quietly, seemingly distracted by the pyramid-like structure of shot glasses she had made when she was more sober.
The bartender sought to distract her. "You look really sad, miss...."
"Fumiko." she finished for him, glassy eyes staring at him as she tried to take in his appearance - the room was so dark, and she couldn't see straight, and soon she began to squint.
"Miss Fumiko, then. I'm Daniel. Why do you look so sad?"
"'M'not sad." she claimed, almost angrily.
"Out of sorts, then." he replied calmly, wiping down his end of the counter with a damp cloth.
Fumiko watched him for a long while, so long, in fact, Daniel thought she might have forgotten his question or even what she was doing.
"...Stood up." she finally said, setting down the empty bottle and squinting at him through the darkness.
"Ah. I'm sorry. A pretty young lady like yourself should never be stood up." Fumiko's already alcohol-flushed face became just a shade darker. "What was his name?"
"Erica." she replied simply.
Daniel's eyes widened. "Oh."