| [May. 3rd, 2010|05:29 pm] |
Kuromaru leaned up against the spot where Ginta had just been. He'd seen Ginta, he knew he had, and as soon as he leaned close and sniffed the green drink he could scent Ginta underlying the alcohol and sugar. Still leaning on the bar, Kuromaru looked up at the bartender and tipped his head to see out from under his shaggy hair.
If only Tsume would go bald, he wouldn't have this problem when he turned human. That would be so much easier.
The bartender leaned close and waited.
Kuromaru waited too. He wasn't sure what they were waiting for until the bartender, with a frustrated look, bellowed, "Drink?" over the sound of the music.
Kuromaru pulled back, ears ringing even more than they had been. "Beer!" He liked beer.
The bartender waved to a bank of levers, all topped with different names. Kuromaru pointed to one at random, shifting his weight from foot to foot as the bartender poured. This was going to be great. He got to have beer sometimes. Sometimes, people snuck it to him. He didn't like it when Tsume drank it, but he liked it for himself just fine.
He hummed under his breath, watching the golden liquid fill a glass. Shifting his weight from foot to foot switched to swaying back and forth at the hips, tailless but still happy.
The bartender set the beer down and Kuromaru picked it up, pausing to sniff it. Alcohol stung his nose and sinuses, a whole different sensation again, and drove away the overpowering scents of sweat and musk. Everyone here was horny, but he hadn't seen hardly any women. That was probably why they were horny. He got hornier when he went without a bitch for a while, too.
Kuromaru sipped his drink, noticed the bartender was still standing there, and leaned across the counter, hips continuing to twitch. He reached one finger out, tapping Ginta's glass with his claw so that it chimed sweetly. "Ginta was here?"
"You gonna pay for your drink?"
He reared back, nonplussed. He'd forgotten that part. He glanced down, as if pockets might appear on the mesh shirt he'd been wearing when he turned human. There were pockets in the pants...
Before he had a chance to pat them down (though he didn't know why Tsume would have made him human with money), someone slid up to the bar next to him, smiling. He smiled back, matching the lazy, half-lidded look with an edge of his own, unsure if this were challenge or friendliness. There was no reason to be that close, not really. And not on his blind side.
"I'll cover his drink," the man said, and Kuromaru relaxed. He turned sideways, blind side to the bartender, keeping the man who'd just arrived in view while he scanned the crowd for Ginta.
"Nice tags." A fingertip brushed the dogtags sitting at the base of his throat, and he only barely muffled a growl, chin lowering as he glared a silent warning. Around him, space cleared a small fraction. Even the man who'd touched him backed off, but smiled bigger at the same time. "Nice tats. Inuzuka, huh? Does your family know you're out?"
What a ridiculous question. He glanced back over the crowd, dismissing the man next to him. "Of course they do." He wasn't some stray. "I'm looking for Ginta."
"Join the club," the bartender muttered, barely audible above the music. Kuromaru twitched to hear better, wishing momentarily for his canine-ears. Ah, well. He could wait for a little while. He had beer! |
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