Post by Kireon on Mar 17, 2014 11:58:05 GMT -5
"Oh my GOD, you guys did it! You got Secchi to come!" Their rhinestone covered bachelorette threw her arms around the short woman's neck and shoulders with a delighted squeal. She hugged the woman she hadn't seen in weeks. Ever since her fiance's transfer, it'd been significantly more difficult for their little group to get together and go out and celebrate and have fun the way they used to. To have her here, on her celebratory night was almost as good as having her at the wedding.
...bitch was so getting an invite and she'd kill her if she didn't show up.
She pulled away to look at her, frowning a little as certain details came into place that weren't the norm, weren't what she remembered.
The hair was the big one; stark white instead of the rich, dark coffee brown it had been. It was braided back in a long tail that swiped over the curves of her hips and rear and secured with a simple black tie at the end. A soft white newsboy cap sat upon her head, the layered bangs framing large, if a bit sunken despite the light make-up used to hide those shadows from a lack of sleep.
Definitely not a dye job.
But, she'd lost weight too; her face was thinner than before, still as adorably oval-round as always, but still thinner. Her waist was a bit more defined than normal, and her curves not quite as robust as they'd been back when Sakkun had been among them.
Satsuki couldn't complain, not when she still looked amazingly cute in a pair of black denim jeans complete with white and silver belt, and a black, lace trimmed camisole beneath a low, light purple v-necked blouse. Make up... she checked, peering closely at her as they waited outside the club. Light dusting of eyeshadow, a dash of mascara to highlight those big brown eyes, eyeliner to draw attention further... little bit of lip gloss tinted a very pale shade of pink.
Completely adorable, if a bit subdued.
Hard to believe she was twenty-six, she looked, like, eighteen or something. Not even legal enough to drink.
Which was going to be one of the games they'd decided to play; every place that checked her id, one of them would buy a round plus an extra for the poor gal herself.
Now, what about that footwear, was she making Kanchan's mistake and wearing three inch heels? She squinted down... and felt a smile stretch from ear to ear.
Sneakers. She was wearing black and silver sneakers to the event.
She didn't know if she could love the practical minded woman any more than she did already. "I'm sooo glad you made it! We're gonna have so much fun, it'll be like Roppongi all over again!" The black haired woman gushed, giving her another squeeze before readjusting the straps on the slinky cute little black sequin studded dress she'd worn for the occasion. The pink and white sash wrapped around her said it all, declaring her the star of the evening.
She was almost tempted to steal Sekai's hat and make her wear the oversized sparkly tiara instead. The tiny curvy woman was distinctly lacking in sparkle power.
"We are not having a repeat of Roppongi, thank you, Satcchan." She informed her, smiling, though an edge in her voice suggested she just needed to stop bringing it up.
They were never going to let her live that down. A year and a half after Sakuya's death, the ragtag group of five women had gone hopping from place to place, settling in one of the places they were waiting in line to get into to try and lighten her up or something. She didn't really remember, there'd been a lot of alcohol involved. Several lewdly named drinks, and crude language that had been more fun to order the more she'd indulged in.
Regardless, apparently she'd done something rather impressive at some point during the evening, and woke up the next morning stark naked, raging hangover, and with some rather smug looking twins in her bed.
No one was willing to let her forget it, either.
"Well, we'll see about thaaat," she sang out, whistling for the silver sequined mess that was her best friend. "Kanchan! Give our girl some sparkle power! She's totes lacking!"
Protests didn't seem to help, and the white haired girl found herself with three separate sets of sparkly beads in two shades of gold, and one of silver around her neck- and Satsuki parted with a set of bangles she didn't even seem to be missing after said removal. "Psst, the beads are for later, Secchi. Just wait, the girls have a wicked surprise for us!" She stage whispered with a delighted wink.
...why did this feel like it was her bachelorette party instead of Satsuki's? Sekai wondered, suspiciously eying the other four women. They'd been friends of Sakuya's first, and had immediately adopted her into the fold as if it were nothing. They were the reason she had a lot of interesting stories. She wasn't going to even bring up her bachelorette experience. Sakuya had taken the events of that to the grave with her. Bitch hadn't even written about it in anything or to anyone; not even Jadin would tell her five years after her twin's head.
If these beads were for a stripper, so help her...
--
The music was exactly what she'd remembered it to be- odd, since the last time she'd been in there had been before the Roppongi incident with her wife on a girl's night out with, well, the ladies. The gleeful looks on the girls' faces didn't bode well for her, and, warily approaching the bar at their fourth place; Sekai found out way as dubious looks and polite, patronizing requests for her age and proof of it directed itself at her.
"I am absolutely certain I despite you all." She half-shouted over the loud music and voices around her thirty minutes later. "You're bribing them, you're making them check my id, aren't you?" The wicked witches just laughed, clinked the latest round of glasses and cheered before enthusiastically downing them.
Figured.
Kanchan got the itch first, grabbing and dragging a laughing Satchan, who snagged Manacchi in one hand, Fucchan in the other, and Fucchan grabbed her by the braid and tugged her along with a giggle to the dance floor. Relatively empty compared to some of the other joints, there were several pairs, and a bunch of singles who'd come to enjoy the lower key atmosphere, the "older" music spanning the last ten years from Japan and America alike. Interesting mix, nonsensical at times, but she understood it nonetheless and found herself relaxing for the first time in a while.
She'd forgotten what it was to act like she was a young woman of college age.
"Sakkun loved this song, remember?" She yelled, a little excited at the happy memories of the two of them, of their whole group having fun trying to match and outdo each other. A group of guys were trying to do the same; seeing who could get lower than the other before popping up and laughing. Satsuki met her eyes, grinned widely and gave her an encouraging, if provocative gesture. 'I dare you,' she mouthed, perfectly clear.
She was only a few drinks in... and a few shots, but she was still rather clear headed, if a bit light feeling thanks to being out of practice. Tipsy, not drunk, but comfortably loose enough that she wouldn't mind taking the girls up on what she knew they were thinking. It was some good music playing... and those boys couldn't "get low" to save their lives.
Amateurs.
One of the guys caught her eye; probably around her age, within a few years at least, and had three studs above his eyebrow, and a couple in his ears. His hair was black, spiked up and he grinned at her, cockily waggling eyebrows in her direction. A couple of them were dressed fancy, suits and everything. Several had piercings. Several were tall as well, and the group of 'em had hair ranging from black to reddish to red to purple and blue.
They had this shit in the bag.
Especially since she and Seiichiro had been going through their naginata training again.
She and Sakuya had been entirely too thrilled to realize some of what they used there could be used here in the clubs as well.
She felt one of her 'Sakuya-esque' smiles slip on to her lips, fingers coming up to snag the brim of her hat and tug it down a little, obscuring her face other than the smug little smile. Her hand came up as the start of the next song came on, twirling to gesture to his whole group, to her own as her "sparkle powered sisters" of the evening backed her up- and jerked her thumb down in an unmistakeable declaration of challenge.
Her girls, and herself as apparently the fearless leader in memory of the one who was no longer with them, were gonna run them into the ground; a round of drinks being bought for the winning group. Whoever the last man standing out of their group was would win. Unspoken rules, always agreed to with that kind of silent understanding that came from experience.
There would be no talking now.
Step up, boys, let me show you how it's done.
Time to cut loose, right about...
Now.
--
Word Count: 1591
GP Earned: 31
...bitch was so getting an invite and she'd kill her if she didn't show up.
She pulled away to look at her, frowning a little as certain details came into place that weren't the norm, weren't what she remembered.
The hair was the big one; stark white instead of the rich, dark coffee brown it had been. It was braided back in a long tail that swiped over the curves of her hips and rear and secured with a simple black tie at the end. A soft white newsboy cap sat upon her head, the layered bangs framing large, if a bit sunken despite the light make-up used to hide those shadows from a lack of sleep.
Definitely not a dye job.
But, she'd lost weight too; her face was thinner than before, still as adorably oval-round as always, but still thinner. Her waist was a bit more defined than normal, and her curves not quite as robust as they'd been back when Sakkun had been among them.
Satsuki couldn't complain, not when she still looked amazingly cute in a pair of black denim jeans complete with white and silver belt, and a black, lace trimmed camisole beneath a low, light purple v-necked blouse. Make up... she checked, peering closely at her as they waited outside the club. Light dusting of eyeshadow, a dash of mascara to highlight those big brown eyes, eyeliner to draw attention further... little bit of lip gloss tinted a very pale shade of pink.
Completely adorable, if a bit subdued.
Hard to believe she was twenty-six, she looked, like, eighteen or something. Not even legal enough to drink.
Which was going to be one of the games they'd decided to play; every place that checked her id, one of them would buy a round plus an extra for the poor gal herself.
Now, what about that footwear, was she making Kanchan's mistake and wearing three inch heels? She squinted down... and felt a smile stretch from ear to ear.
Sneakers. She was wearing black and silver sneakers to the event.
She didn't know if she could love the practical minded woman any more than she did already. "I'm sooo glad you made it! We're gonna have so much fun, it'll be like Roppongi all over again!" The black haired woman gushed, giving her another squeeze before readjusting the straps on the slinky cute little black sequin studded dress she'd worn for the occasion. The pink and white sash wrapped around her said it all, declaring her the star of the evening.
She was almost tempted to steal Sekai's hat and make her wear the oversized sparkly tiara instead. The tiny curvy woman was distinctly lacking in sparkle power.
"We are not having a repeat of Roppongi, thank you, Satcchan." She informed her, smiling, though an edge in her voice suggested she just needed to stop bringing it up.
They were never going to let her live that down. A year and a half after Sakuya's death, the ragtag group of five women had gone hopping from place to place, settling in one of the places they were waiting in line to get into to try and lighten her up or something. She didn't really remember, there'd been a lot of alcohol involved. Several lewdly named drinks, and crude language that had been more fun to order the more she'd indulged in.
Regardless, apparently she'd done something rather impressive at some point during the evening, and woke up the next morning stark naked, raging hangover, and with some rather smug looking twins in her bed.
No one was willing to let her forget it, either.
"Well, we'll see about thaaat," she sang out, whistling for the silver sequined mess that was her best friend. "Kanchan! Give our girl some sparkle power! She's totes lacking!"
Protests didn't seem to help, and the white haired girl found herself with three separate sets of sparkly beads in two shades of gold, and one of silver around her neck- and Satsuki parted with a set of bangles she didn't even seem to be missing after said removal. "Psst, the beads are for later, Secchi. Just wait, the girls have a wicked surprise for us!" She stage whispered with a delighted wink.
...why did this feel like it was her bachelorette party instead of Satsuki's? Sekai wondered, suspiciously eying the other four women. They'd been friends of Sakuya's first, and had immediately adopted her into the fold as if it were nothing. They were the reason she had a lot of interesting stories. She wasn't going to even bring up her bachelorette experience. Sakuya had taken the events of that to the grave with her. Bitch hadn't even written about it in anything or to anyone; not even Jadin would tell her five years after her twin's head.
If these beads were for a stripper, so help her...
--
The music was exactly what she'd remembered it to be- odd, since the last time she'd been in there had been before the Roppongi incident with her wife on a girl's night out with, well, the ladies. The gleeful looks on the girls' faces didn't bode well for her, and, warily approaching the bar at their fourth place; Sekai found out way as dubious looks and polite, patronizing requests for her age and proof of it directed itself at her.
"I am absolutely certain I despite you all." She half-shouted over the loud music and voices around her thirty minutes later. "You're bribing them, you're making them check my id, aren't you?" The wicked witches just laughed, clinked the latest round of glasses and cheered before enthusiastically downing them.
Figured.
Kanchan got the itch first, grabbing and dragging a laughing Satchan, who snagged Manacchi in one hand, Fucchan in the other, and Fucchan grabbed her by the braid and tugged her along with a giggle to the dance floor. Relatively empty compared to some of the other joints, there were several pairs, and a bunch of singles who'd come to enjoy the lower key atmosphere, the "older" music spanning the last ten years from Japan and America alike. Interesting mix, nonsensical at times, but she understood it nonetheless and found herself relaxing for the first time in a while.
She'd forgotten what it was to act like she was a young woman of college age.
"Sakkun loved this song, remember?" She yelled, a little excited at the happy memories of the two of them, of their whole group having fun trying to match and outdo each other. A group of guys were trying to do the same; seeing who could get lower than the other before popping up and laughing. Satsuki met her eyes, grinned widely and gave her an encouraging, if provocative gesture. 'I dare you,' she mouthed, perfectly clear.
She was only a few drinks in... and a few shots, but she was still rather clear headed, if a bit light feeling thanks to being out of practice. Tipsy, not drunk, but comfortably loose enough that she wouldn't mind taking the girls up on what she knew they were thinking. It was some good music playing... and those boys couldn't "get low" to save their lives.
Amateurs.
One of the guys caught her eye; probably around her age, within a few years at least, and had three studs above his eyebrow, and a couple in his ears. His hair was black, spiked up and he grinned at her, cockily waggling eyebrows in her direction. A couple of them were dressed fancy, suits and everything. Several had piercings. Several were tall as well, and the group of 'em had hair ranging from black to reddish to red to purple and blue.
They had this shit in the bag.
Especially since she and Seiichiro had been going through their naginata training again.
She and Sakuya had been entirely too thrilled to realize some of what they used there could be used here in the clubs as well.
She felt one of her 'Sakuya-esque' smiles slip on to her lips, fingers coming up to snag the brim of her hat and tug it down a little, obscuring her face other than the smug little smile. Her hand came up as the start of the next song came on, twirling to gesture to his whole group, to her own as her "sparkle powered sisters" of the evening backed her up- and jerked her thumb down in an unmistakeable declaration of challenge.
Her girls, and herself as apparently the fearless leader in memory of the one who was no longer with them, were gonna run them into the ground; a round of drinks being bought for the winning group. Whoever the last man standing out of their group was would win. Unspoken rules, always agreed to with that kind of silent understanding that came from experience.
There would be no talking now.
Step up, boys, let me show you how it's done.
Time to cut loose, right about...
Now.
--
Word Count: 1591
GP Earned: 31