Fish in a German Sea [public]

[Rigby Moriarty]

((You can thank Astro for the title!))

Tonight, there was an actual reason for the trip to the bar.

Today had seen the Opening Day of the Wild Goose. It hadn’t even gone bad! A little sparse on the profits, but hey, when you were a specialty shop like this, you had to build up your clientele first. A few browsers had come in and nodded appreciatively here and there, but there hadn’t been much buying. An older gentleman had bought a vintage surplus hat, but that was about it. There had been no shoplifting, no serious injuries... He considered the day a success, even if he hadn't gotten to authenticate anything fun. or make money

Meh. Rigby wasn’t going to let details like that spoil his happy little self-celebration. He had a greasy burger in front of him, and a cold beer in his hands. There was some tune playing off of an old jukebox in the background that wasn't half bad, even if he didn't understand the words...or strange noises that were supposed to be words...Life was good.


Well… Almost. There was still his estranged brother to locate, and try to smooth out the bad water that had somehow pooled between them.. But.. details.. details. He was not going to let details ruin his evening! No! Rigby was going to take one evening off to relax! Luke was still his main priority... but having one night to take a breath might actually do some good.

Rigby took another long swallow of his drink and bite of the greasy goodness, chewing happily. He left his elbows on the table, but did at least remember to keep his mouth shut as he chewed. A few bites later, and his was reaching for his drink for another well-deserved gulp… and a passing patron bumped his elbow at just the right moment, sending the cold liquid spilling across his shirt.


“Son of a-!” Rigby squawked, er… exclaimed in a manly fashion, jumping in his chair. Chunks of ice slipped off and the cold liquid trickled across his skin. He hissed in a surprised breath and moved to stand up.

[Citra Purnorna]

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[atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/24osiu9.png] [scrolly:h(150),w(330),sy] Why was he here, again? He didn't know. What he did know was that he was bored and decided to go on a walk... Without Mister Asher. It was a horrible mistake, and the boy had gotten lost very quickly. Hey! It wasn't his fault that freaking Slave Master kept him and the others caged in a dark room until it was Auction Day! He didn't know his way around Tokyo like others did... Hmph. Cerulean eyes glared at the sign of the tavern-bar-thing. This was something he was familiar with. When his late-'boss' would go out drinking, he would always accompany him. You know, just too make sure he doesn't get into any trouble. Why did the man insist on going to bars and such when the mafia had their own vodka factory? He didn't know nor care. Citra locked his glare on the large man dressed in black standing at the door. Hm, reminded him of the guys at the auctions--the ones who held the chains. He looked pretty similar to the one he had flung across the room as well. Brothers, maybe? Or, that man had another job. Hehe, this was going to be fun. Twitching his tail, the blond walked straight up to the large man, eyes glaring daggers at him. He recognized him, that much he could tell by the slight change in his facial expression. Of course, he had something to keep up while at that job, and there wasn't a shock collar or chain keeping him from safety. The blond could even see the larger, older man gulp at the thought. A grin spread across his face as the man asked for an I.D. "Oh, I don't need one~!" With that, the boy simply unsheathed his claws, held a hand up, and walked straight into the bar-tavern-thing when the bouncer froze up. That was just too easy. His eyes scanned the area, and he let out a grunt of disapproval at what he saw. The Japanese weren't ones to drink often, so it didn't surprise him that the place was actually ran by a foreigner. His ears flicked up at the sound of a 'manly exclamation', and his gaze instantly darted to the owner of the 'exclamation'. Red hair, eye patch, with liquid and ice on him. Yup, that didn't look weird at all. The boy weaved through the people in his path, growling whenever a drunkard tried to call him over or tried to pull his tail. He reached the red head in a matter of moments, a Cheshire grin sprawled across his face. "I've never heard a man squawk like that before. What--a little ice too much?" Citra folded his hands behind his back, the tiger's grin never leaving his face. ooc: Meh. ouo [/scrolly]

[Caleb Fletcher]

Caleb had entered on the arm of a man who most definitely had not been his master. But how was the bouncer to know that? And out of his master's reach, it wasn't like there was anyone to stop him from having all the fun he could muster from this evening. Caleb felt like he needed to get out and relax- party a little, get schnockered. That was his ultimate goal for this evening, really, so whatever else occured was just icing on the cake.

He chuckled into his beer as the human just down the bar from himself managed to spill his drink, and jumped in his chair. Clumsy, wasn't he? Caleb was on his way to being the same, if truth be told. He had already had two drinks, and there was something about liquor that meant he was quickly intoxicated.

That didn't stop his eyes from focusing on the tiger kemono that was making his own way to the bar. That one looked particularly nice, to Caleb's discerning eyes, and he decided to let it be known. "Hey, Tiger! You a tiger in bed as well? I bet you are! Rawr!" He made a fake growling noise and laughed at his own joke. It was really bad, but in his slightly inebriated state it wasn't all that bad.

Too bad the tiger was interested in the human. The human was a bit greasy and disgusting. Most definitely not a virgin, and it made Caleb shudder to think that the Tiger would be with him tonight. Unless he made his own move on the kemono... The wheels in his head turned thoughtfully.

[Rigby Moriarty]

"What I hey-... " Eyes narrowed at the lithe cat like figure, and the surprised expression on Rigby's face quickly morphed to one of annoyance. "Oh.. its you. Well then, go buzz off. Geezes, how many times do I have to tell you to shut your trap and go harass someone else..."

"God... dang it.. these were nice clothes.." Now trying to ignore the annoyance, Rigby stood a few feet from the table, picking ice off of his front. "Just can't keep anything nice, this is what I get for trying to treat myself to just one little nice dinner..." He grumbled on, until he head the next words that came out of some other kid's mouth.

And just as quickly, he was looking quizically at the newcomer, and then to Citra. Back... and forth.

"Rawr? Kid.. if that's the kind of stuff you two get up and feel comfortable yelling out in public... Just.. yeeeeeeah. Maybe I'll go now.." He needed to change his clothes now anyways.. it wouldn't do anyone any good to walk around with a messy shirt like this. If anything, Rigby figured it only made him look like a drunken slob. Reaching for his wallet, he turned away from the newcomers.

[Citra Purnorna]

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[atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/24osiu9.png] [scrolly:h(150),w(330),sy] Nothing seemed to wipe the grin off his face, not even when Rigby spoke up. Pfft. Nothing could get the tiger to leave. Well, unless mister Asher came in and dragged him away, but Asher probably wouldn't notice his absense for a while. "Hm, no. Other than the bartender, you're the only one who isn't drunk." It's no fun to 'harass' drunk people. Nothing got through to their foggy mind, so their reactions weren't as amusing. Rigby worried about clothes too much... Citra scoffed, rolling his eyes. "It's just a shirt. It can be replaced." The blond cringed at what he heard next, and his head snapped over in the direction of the white haired unicorn. Opening his mouth, baring his canine teeth, and flattening his ears against his head, the Sumatran Tiger let out a long hiss, taking a few steps away. "Shut up, you idiotic unicorn!" Hm, and they were acting like civil beings during the auctions... Oh, right, that was while they were chained, Citra was bored, and Caleb wasn't drunk... His attention was changed back to Rigby in a matter of seconds. He had no time for drunken unicorns. "Don't you dare leave me with that... That thing!" What's so bad about a drunken unicorn? Everything, especially when you're a virigin... ooc: Fail~ [/scrolly]

[Caleb Fletcher]

Caleb couldn't help but chuckle at the human's comment. Yeah, it had been a little brazen and WAS getting him a few looks, but who could resist when such a handsome kemono was at stake? And it meant he was going to be having a date tonight, to boot! Go Unicorns! he thought excitedly as he stumbled out of his chair and twoards the oddly familiar tiger.

"Hey... Hey, I know you!" Caleb stopped in wonder as he got a better look at the kemono that was now baring his fangs at him. Of course, in his mind, the kemono was just playing a little hard to get. "You're the one who was helping me in the auction! Hey! I didn't think I'd meet up with you again so soon! You're an awesome guy!"

Most thoughts of seduction had flown out of his head with that little memory. Caleb owed him a debt of gratitude for being so amazingly patient and kind to him. He turned towards the human. "He's so great! You should stay! I'll tell you, this guy was so nice to me!" There was a huge grin on his face as he felt compliments and admiration welling up for the tiger kemono. Who was a virgin.

His attention was brought back to the snarling boy. "Hey would you like to go out with me tonight?"

[Rigby Moriarty]

Revenge was a dish best served cold...

"Well.. that thing seems to like you and want to be with you.. for some strange reason.. animal magnetism I guess..."

Or in this case, cold with tiny pieces of chipped ice and water dribbling down your front, and along your legs to where it would drip into your shoes. Right now, he decided that for all the trouble the little tiger brat had caused him, he could mess with him back. A smirk tugged its way across Rig's lips, and he crossed his arms. He turned his attention to the hopeful suitor of the tiger kemono.

"Oh.. Actually? I heard him say that he'd looove to go out with you... but my little furry friend here is very shy. He's afraid of people he likes, you see... and so sometimes, he can come across as mean or grumpy. He doesn't actually mean it though. It just means he likes you more and more." Rigby shot Citra a grin as he said all this, and decided that now, maybe his evening wouldn't end up being as quite a fialure as it almost had been. At least now he had had some dinner, and here was his entertainment. He looked back over at Caleb.

"And you know, I'd like to stay and chat.. but I'd haaate to intrude on your guys' lovely evening. I mean really, two's company, but three's a crowd, and not a very welcome one when it comes to two fine lovebirds such as yourselves."

[Citra Purnorna]

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[atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/24osiu9.png] [scrolly:h(150),w(330),sy] ooc: Rigby, I hate you. XD But, that's probably just Citra talking. The blond's eye twitched as he listened to the unicorn. His muscles tensed, his fists clenched, and he looked as though he was about to murder somebody. Lucky for everyone there, he couldn't kill humans without an order. That doesn't mean he can't maul a unicorn, though! Too bad he has a bit more self-control than that. I really wanted to see some unicorn blood spills! Oh, woops, we're getting off topic. Another eye twitch. Citra bared his fangs again and let out a low, hate-filled hiss. His face was going to freeze like that one day... "There is no way in hell that I would ever go out with the likes of you!" His tail lashed about, knocking over a waiter trying to bring food to a nearby table. Hehe, woops. "Who would ever want to go out with a unicorn of all creatures?! You would just lose all interest as soon as they were deflowered!" Yeah, he's done his research. His malice filled glare was turned to the red head. "You're such a freaking liar, human! Didn't I just make myself clear?!" He let out a low growl, his tail lashing getting stronger as the seconds ticked away and his anger built up more. "You will not leave this forsaken place! Don't even try to leave me here with a drunk unicorn!" The blond finished with a bunch of mixed up Russian and Indonesian, probably all insults and curses. [/scrolly]

[Caleb Fletcher]

A bit put off by the way the tiger seemed to dislike him so much, Caleb became much less enthusiastic about hang out with him. There was a brief moment of excitement as the redheaded human said that the kemono had said secretly that he wanted to go out with him, but that hope was quickly dashed by a quick denial. By now, Caleb's emotions were in flux, and he wasn't sure what to do or to feel.

It meant that he was far quieter now than he had been before, a look of quiet dejection on his face. "I don't lose ALL interest in them after I've had them...." he murmered, saddened by the accusation. It was a little bit of a fib- yes, he didn't lose all interest, but any interest he had soon petered out in a matter of days. Sometimes it didn't matter- some people came to him just to lose it, but apparently the tiger wasn't into that.

It wasn't worth putting up much of a fight, though- apparently he'd walked in on a rather harsh dispute between the human and the tiger, and it wasn't worth getting into the middle of. He swayed slightly and ordered another drink from the bartender, wondering if this night was going to get any worse.

[Rigby Moriarty]

“See what I mean, the more flirting, the more grumpy flirty he tends to get back!” Rigby tried to sell the statement with a wiggle of his red eyebrows, but it obviously wasn’t working. The unicorn had figured out that he wasn’t serious, and from the looks of it, was taking the tiger kemono’s harsh words to his glitter and sparkles heart.

“Wow… He really looks bummed now.” He cast an accusatory glance at Citra. “What’d you do? Kill his favorite puppy?” Another drink was ordered and Rig nodded in sympathy.

“Killed his favorite puppy and his favorite aunt… and then told him about it… sheesh.”

Keeping his voice low, he softened his gaze at Citra from its previous teasing accusation, to a calmer, better natured curious joke.

“Strange though… I thought unicorns were supposed to be sparkly and happy and nice and farting rainbows out of their butts that would turn into butterflies that would explode into kittens, with little girls surrounding them to fawn over them and giggle…. But this one… is just kind of… Well. Drunk and trying to scrape up free lays in a bar. I dunno about you, but I know I definitely wouldn’t be putting that in a little girls’ book and giving it to her for Christmas.” He snorted, and dug around for napkins.

“And then Charlie the freakin’ sparkling unicorn set the meadow on fire and picked up a flirty mare from the corner bar and got lucky that night. Sadly, he fathered an illegitimate foal and was paying child support for the rest of his unnaturally long rainbow and kitten filled life. Welcome to real life kids. It sucks… the end.”

[Citra Purnorna]

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[atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/24osiu9.png] [scrolly:h(150),w(330),sy] Another growl rumbled in his throat. Wouldn't growling too much kill his voice? Citra was going to be thirty years old with a smoker voice unless he stopped growling so much... The blond's ears flattened against his head, and he tried to tune everyone else out. He needed to calm down, and that was the first way he thought of. His tail slowed its lashing into a flick every now and again. Citra let out a sigh, finally having caged up his anger, and allowed himself to tune back into what was being said. Charlie...? The tiger narrowed his eyes in confusion at Rigby, waiting for the human to finish speaking before voicing his confusion. "Charlie? Who the hell is Charlie?" Eh, well, maybe he didn't listen to all of what Rigby had said after 'Charlie'. The blond didn't even notice Caleb's sudden mood change. The reason? Because he really couldn't read another's emotions, even if it is as clear as day, and he wasn't the sympathetic type... Unless you get him drunk. Then you will see every single emotion that isn't really shown often. ooc: FAIL~ [/scrolly]

[Caleb Fletcher]

Caleb's shoulders hunched as he caught the human's words. "I'm not deaf, you know. I'm not trying to get free lays- not from just anybody. You know enought about unicorns to be able to guess about that." He paused for a moment. "And I don't go for virgins unless they're my age. I'm not a damn pedophile." Grumbling the last part into his drink, Caleb took a large swig of the beer.

It didn't make him feel any better, but it was going a ways to making him forget that he was miserable.

It was getting harder the longer the tiger kept growling at him. "Shut it. I'm not a rapist, either," Caleb growled back. "I ain't been with anybody that didn't want to be with me." At least those statements were perfectly true. He didn't hold with forcing people into sexual encounters. He did, however, try his hardest to get people to say yes by being charming and friendly.

It obviously wasn't working with this one, so why waste his time when there were others that wouldn't mind? Too bad they weren't in this bar. He was starting to get the creepy-crawlies. Glancing around he noted two people that wouldn't mind joining him for the night. Too bad they weren't his type.

[Rigby Moriarty]

“Charlie the unicorn.. he was.. well.. you know. Everyone knows him.. Well.. Everyone who is awesome knows him. With a few exceptions… unfortunately, you don’t quite fall into that exception category, cat boy. Just not as awesome as ol’ Rigz here. Charle the Unicorn has like.. a secret underground internet cult following.”

Suddenly very thirsty after seeing the unicorn drinking, a drink was ordered once more and was sipped as he tried to ignore the wet spots that currently made him look more drunk than he was. This was only his second, honest, but with the wet stains and messy demeanor, he may as well look like he had had ten.

“I getchya pony boy… Sterotypes always, right? Thug, rapist, cheapie street punk... Or they take something completely innocent wrong… you do or say one thing, and in the next minute, you’re the bad guy for all time when all you wanted to do was fix and help, and you’re surprised about suddenly being painted in bad light, and all those snots are turning up their noses because they’re sure they already know who you are, where you been, and where you’re going.” He shook his head. “Bastards, all of them… and the only thing to do is say screw it, don’t care, and keep on going on your merry way.”

Rigby took another long drink.

“Well… keep going on your merry way… or go and find a leoplurodon. I suppose that might work too... but only in special cases.”

[Citra Purnorna]

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[atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/24osiu9.png] [scrolly:h(150),w(330),sy] Citra rolled his eyes, finally ceasing his growling before his throat began to sting. He really needed to work on his growling problem. Maybe he should roar more? Heh! I rhymed. Ahem, anyways, if he roared more often, then he would probably scare everyone. Sure, he wasn't one for large crowds of people, but the feline side of him didn't want to be alone for too long. Gah, he needed to work on that also. Maybe he should try and find his way back to mister Asher? He was sure the man was worried sick, even if he had only been the human's slave for a few days. The tiger arched an eye brow, staring quizically at the red head. "Have you ever noticed that you make absolutely no sense at all?" He shook his head. The man was probably drunk, just like the unicorn. Speaking of which, he turned his attention back to the white haired man, cerulean eyes locking on the horn sprouting from his head. "Say, sire?" Completely ignoring the fact that Caleb wasn't in the best of moods anymore, the Sumatran Tiger reached a hand out, grabbing the horn on the unicorn's head. "Sorry for more stereotypes and the like, but does magic come out of this?" He was curious! You know what they say--Curiosity killed the cat. Er... Tiger. Citra lightly tugged on the horn, trying to get Caleb to look their way once more. ooc: LATEPOSTISLATE! DX i'msosorry. ;A; -coughs- Lul, Citra wants to see some magic from the horn. He's such a child on the inside. -shot- [/scrolly]

[Caleb Fletcher]

Caleb nodded in response to the things the Irish man said. It was all true! He wasn't a bad person, he was a patsy... a drunk one, at that. The room was starting to spin. It steadied slightly when the tiger touched his horn. His eyes widened in surprise, and he gulped quietly. A unicorn's horn wasn't exactly sensitive, but it was a very personal part of him. No one ever touched it without his permission. Well, except for some of the slave traders.

"Ah! Well, you see..." He attempted to take a step back, but bumped into the guy behind him. "Sorr-rry about that!" An apology was issued to the man before he turned his attention back to the tiger kemono. "It's.... it's.... not here, okay?" There was a slight note of desperation in his voice. It was downright embarassing to have to do magic in front of people- it made him feel far more girly than he had to! "I'll do it outside, k? Somewhere private. I dun... dun wan annyone to see!"