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[color=violet]"When you say dick, I say head! …Head!... Head!”[/color]

[color=888888]— Daniel Castro[/color][/center]

[sub][@Punished GN][/sub]

Dan hopped backwards when an African American man suddenly poofed into existence. It took him a moment to realize that this was Jaden, the guy who had been blaring that music out of all the speakers. The situation didn’t look great for Daniel. He didn’t like fighting almost as much as getting falsely accused of things. If he thought there was a rational explanation that would appease Jaden, he’d have spit that out right now.

[color=violet]"Ah, yes, you were performing.”[/color]

Sadly, the truth here sounded like an excuse to not own up to something he did. It wasn’t like Daniel had the full story either. He didn’t know if that girl was trying to set him up, or if she was an inexperienced member of the maintenance crew. It wouldn’t be right to dump all of this on her. Which really just left Dan with one option.

[color=violet]"And it was a great performance! You really looked alive up there. But there was something off about your sound. B-but I knew it had to be an issue with the speakers!”[/color] He reached down and picked up the wire again. [color=violet]"So I tried to fix it, and I seem to have made everything worse! I think there was something wrong with that speaker anyway. Otherwise, I’m sure everyone would have been dancing along.”[/color] He started to move his feet. [color=violet]"When you say Nin, I say ja! …Ja!... Ja!”[/color]

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[color=tomato]"Someone needs to brush up on their social studies.”[/color]

[color=888888]— Oriko Ishii[/color][/center]

[sub][@CaliforniaState][/sub]

When asked where she was from, Oriko shot the woman a sideways glance. Partially because she wasn’t expecting a question, but also because the answer to said question seemed so apparent. Oriko was wearing a new year kimono, had two katanas, a kitsune mask positioned on the side of her head, marked scrolls adorning her back, and was drinking out of a sake cup. Her attire and accessories all screamed, very loudly, the place of her birth. Sure, the number of native Japanese with green eyes and blond hair were almost nonexistent. But it wasn’t like miss drinks-a-lot here had any business taking her hair color into account. Hell, her hair made her look like a [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/06/bf/9d/06bf9de666c4d4cfe00a3d832f9deb92.jpg]lemming[/url] with a boob job, but that didn’t mean you could judge people based on appearances.

…

Regardless, it was a stupid question and Oriko wouldn’t dignify it with an answer. At least she could confirm that she wasn’t Japanese, since [i]obviously[/i] a Japanese person would recognize a sake cup. Especially if they were into drinking as much as this one did.

Wait no, she had something for this.

[color=tomato]"Well, if you looked closely at my outfit, you’d see that I’m wearing a festive kimono.”[/color] She grabbed her sleeve and pulled it tight. [color=tomato]"If you really think about it, the only logical conclusion is that I’m a Brazilian native.”[/color]

When she was asked why she was drinking, Oriko scoffed. [color=tomato]"I doubt there’s enough alcohol to-”[/color]  She paused and looked between the woman’s money and the empty cups on her side of the table. [color=tomato]"We have to pay for this?”[/color] It seemed absurd. The entry fee wasn’t cheap, and then they had to pay for the booze on top of it all. There’s a saying in Japan that bitter medicine works best, but this was something else. She doubted anything that smelled so foul would be able to cure anything. [color=tomato]"What are they even charging for this? Well, whatever. I’m good for it.”[/color] She filled her sake cup again. [color=tomato]"I joined a fighting tournament to test my fighting skills. I will not drink in place of a fight. But it seems like everyone is expecting a show, so let’s give them one.”[/color]

It was, admittedly, an interesting idea. Fighting people by out drinking them. While waking up from a drunken stupor was no less awful than waking up from a traditional knock out, it was at least more fun to go into. At least, she figured that was the thought process the last few men had.

[color=tomato]"Oros the Swift is my magical girl title.”[/color] Geez this lady asked a lot of questions. It was preferable to the trash talking she was expecting. Slightly. [color=tomato]"Would you like me to catch up to you?”[/color] She was already filling her sake cup for the third time.