A moment of CLARITY [P]

[Kazuma.]

Admittedly, he would admit that his brain isn't as full and cluttered as it made things seem. Yes, of course there were his near insane moments when thoughts are so abundant and loud that his mind felt like a balloon ready to pop. He could barely focus on a simple line of thought and obsessed needlessly over the smallest things. But, just like when in the presence of a stunningly beautiful noise that it scared all of those thoughts away and allowed him to gain control for a few moments, there were times when he simply was.

Utter Clarity.

Nothing felt quite as good as being able to comprehend things in a simple fashion. His mind was clear and, for once, he felt normal. Kazuma felt he was entitled to such a thing more often than it occurred, but he could barely do a thing about it.

"At least I have my sanity." he mumbled.

When he had this feeling, he simply want to relax.

And that's how he ended up at a bar similar to the one he'd been to earlier. He smirked at the memory of being dragged into such a messy thing. Those guys seemed normal enough, but the girl was something else. She was... wild, for lack of a better word. She really didn't seem to care about the scene she was making. Interesting to say the least.

But what got Kazuma thinking was her reaction to him. They had never met, he was sure of that, but when she looked at him... it was like she saw something... something... er..

He frowned and sipped his drink.

"Meh, maybe she just digs me." he chuckled.

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[Zammy<3]

In her drunken stupor, it only made sense that she had stumbled across yet another bar.

Just another stage, she thought to herself, the words ringing out in her head, echoing against her skull with what would be pain, but wasn't, due to her enraged state of mind. The seductress burst through the doors then, kicking them open with her black leather stilleto boots. The clusters of souls settled randomnly throughout the place grew quiet, their eyes racing to where she stood; erect and proud. Zamarron's golden iris' scanned over the scene, narrowing at the attention. "What the fuck are you all looking at?" she spat, her words slow and slurred. She swayed gently to the left.

Just another drunk whore.

The crowd turned back to their business, intent on ignoring her attitude. The siren made her way to the bar, (gracefully enough), where a rather shaky barkeep awaited her with wide, fearful eyes. "The usual," she said as she sat down on a stool, before crossing her legs and folding her long, pianist fingers together atop the surface of the bar. As she waited, she cared for a look at her surroundings. She noted everything she saw, which was uncharacteristically observant of her.

The lights were dim.

It reeked of alcohol.

The people were being oddly quiet.

Soft rock glided through the air.

"Ugh," she mumbled suddenly, feeling like she was about to be sick. She refused the urge to lie her head down on the bar, (that would be a pussy move), and instead turned to the nearest thing to her, which was a man with black shaggy hair and a lean, but strong build. Her eyes were low, and she knew her body was moving but she couldn't feel it as she doubled over from her stool to vomit all over the stranger's shoes. The reching noises she was making caught the entire bar's attention, which would've inevitably led to not only her embarrassment, but to this man's as well.

After she was done, she stared at the mess whilst wiping her mouth, then returned to a seated position to act as if nothing had ever happened.

She smiled, feeling much better now, and downed her shot.

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[Kazuma.]

Today was a good day. A nice mellow feeling drifted through his muscles and mind, a slow grin spreading across his lips. The bar was as he remembered, not so bustling and as hectic as most bars. Instead it's more of place to sit down and "chill", with comfortable rock, friendly patrons, and waitresses who bent over to pour your drink.

Now that he thought about it he wondered if he should get a table instead of sitting at the actual bar.

And that's when she showed up.

'speak of the devil' he thought, glancing at the girl who'd made quite the spectacle not that long ago and, apparently, now as well. He smirked when she barked at the other customers as they stared, be it because of her flashy (and drunken) entrance or because of her looks.

Kazuma was admittedly looking due to the latter.

Which felt odd for some reason.

He shrugged it off as she sat beside him. She didn't seem to notice him and he wondered if she'd even remember him. Golden eyes swiveled across to stare despite their master trying his damnedest not to, his eyes locking on to her face and slowly looking- ohshitshe'slookingabortabort!

'shit, I totally look like a bastard now, don't I? Should I say something?'

"Oh, uh, Hey... I remember you from-"

And then she puked on his shoes.

She puked... then went about her business like nothing happened. Even took another shot after it. Everyone was staring again, this time wondering what the tall guy was gonna do after getting puked on. This was so very... not cool.

"...What the fuck? You aren't even gonna apologize for vomiting on my feet?" he barked, kicking said shoes off.