Arcades are great places to have fun, meet new people, or get your ass kicked. As Alexander Rolov was experiencing first hand. He came in with his posse of fellow douchebag looking boys, swearing and spitting all over the place as if they owned the arcade, making some questionable... [i]"flirting"[/i] attempts as they pasted through. Their little reign ended once a little Japanese girl had challenged them to a game of Fight Street 2, pointing at the brightly colored arcade booths. Rolov expected it to be an easy deal, he'd just kick this chick's ass in a game that she was probably all too cocky at in her abilities. Yet one by one, his posse fell in suck quick succession to her character, he wondered what the hell was going on. Shaking a little as he sat down in the cursed chair, he attempted to succeed where his friends failed.

The screen blurred as pixel character dashed about the screen, punching and kicking each other around the digital dojo. A big, brutish muscle jocky in ripped clothes and an army buzz cut was in a pitched fight against a slim and graceful little girl with an chinese umbrella wearing an red qipao; and getting his ass kicked. The girl dazzles the crowd with a series of intricate, well-timed and executed combos: [i]Sky Dragon Talons[/i] followed by [i]Thunder Maw[/i], then a strong [i]Stormcaller Punch[/i] to the man's gut before being followed up with a flexible backflip by the girl, ending the fight with a quick dash into a [i]Wind Spirit Vengeance[/i].

"Ara ara, done already?" a light, feminine voice floated through the air. Such was the voice of Nishizawa Kaga, otherwise known as Nishi or Kaga, aka the trap of Shrine City, not that anyone could really tell or knew, "You were all such big talks too."
"Shut it lady!" Rolov followed up with a storm of curses seeing as that the girl in the china dress on the screen mocked him with her HP bar unscathed, "You... you are a fucking cheater! Yeah! A cheating bitch!"
"You're free to come and try to beat me on this machine if you wish. But I'm sure that will only bruise your ego even more."

Rolov clutched his sweating palms into a fist and looked like he was about to punch the trap before turning away and calling for his little gang, all of them shooting their hands into their pockets as the hunched over and left. One of them even leaving Kaga the nice gift of a swift middle finger. To which Kaga just pulled his eye lid down a little and stuck his tongue with a cheeky "Blaaah~"

Getting out of her seat and parting the crowd, Kaga danced around, circling several other machines and arcade-goers, celebrating his victory over the assholes. Today was a good day it seemed, enough of one to warrant something sweet. Kaga had his fun, got some cute clothing and had barely any cat calls or flirts today. Skipping over to the entrance, Kaga pondered what to do next. He had finished most of his work the day before (and could easily make excuses for the stuff that wasn't done) and was left with a free day. Maybe he should go to the cafe for a bite? Then again, he was feeling lucky so the casino was also open to him. Maybe he should retire to his dorm for the day, the internet was more than amusing to keep him satisfied for a day.