* TO BEE OR NOT 2 BEE

"Are you alright, Mister Amagi? You seem tense."

You tried to avert your eyes from his frame, choking on your drink at his insinuation, thankful the flush over your cheeks were hidden by the assistance of liquor in your system. You were no lightweight, but you were well aware of your surroundings, even when inebriated. You just used the excuse of being drunk to keep appearances up. As annoying as this kid was at least he was easy on the eyes- What the fuck were you thinking? Stupid.

As frustrating as he was, you took note of the fact that he surprisingly kept his hands to himself. You were so used to people in the bars to attempt getting handsy with you but this guy, despite the foul shit coming out of his mouth, kept his hands away and off of you. Deep in his pockets even. That could mean one of two things, either he was aware of your reputation of kicking the pulp out of others for coming onto via touching you without your permission and pushing his luck to see just how far he could get before you clocked him, or he was all bark and no bite.

Your money was on the latter.

"Ya fuckin' reek of alcohol 'nd I make it a point t'not fuck around with sloppy bastards. Get fuckin' help 'nd sober up."

If Rinne wasn't a customer and he wasn't listening to the other's attempt into forcing interest by being as annoying as possible, then maybe there'd have been a chance. Honestly, he's not quite sure why he puts up with the other's behavior, maybe part of him is amused by seeing someone else who isn't put together in the slightest.

"Go home, Rinne, bar's closin'."

Peering through his thoughts, seeing the red head wonder about your angle was amusing to say the least. To at least one of the girls, yeah you wanted to be that over protective boyfriend, but you were nothing more than a close friend with a fractured past. The other, being your older sister, you were just curious given her own agenda and the people in her life. And then there was the guy by you himself. A trouble maker for sure given his reaction, most likely a prankster. You wanted to learn more.

Before you could voice your own musings, the barkeep slid you your earlier placed order. A strawberry daquri with choclate drizzle, extra strawberries, whipped cream, and vodka mixed in, taking a break from your usual given they were running low on ingredients. It did the job well enough. "--Ah, thanks,"

You pulled the long spoon sitting in your drink out, scooping a bite of it up idly as you returned to his questions, not wanting to reveal anything incriminating just yet. "--Oh, I don't know, enticed might not be the best word, it was more like homicidal. Ring a bell, or are you one to go around stinging people for kicks?"

You waved your hand in dismay at his offer, a little flustered at how quickly he turned that on you, "-- I'm curious, but not curious enough for anything more than chill vibes, ya get me?"

Homicidal? He jests, surely. The word itself describes how anyone feels towards him -- he never cared about it, however. Why remain on this mortal coil to be safe? He lived unapologetically as himself and nothing more, the sweet taste of freedom carrying him for days to come. "Ah ah, my apologies, you're clueless. Ya barely gave me a clue to who you're talking about."

"Amagii Rinne. Easy to remember, and you'll never forget it" That was a guarantee.