Aug 17, 2014
"I already regret this."
She’s got her forehead pressed against the bar, so the phrase is almost lost on her. But, somewhere in her stupor, she hears the discouraging words, and Naoto raises her hand in the air. "Look. I dunno about you, but I’m seein’ this through to th’ bitter end. I’m not losin’ to that asshole, m’kay?" An unsteady hand points in the direction of their fellow blue-haired bouncer, whom they had childishly joined in a drinking competition.
"So you take the the next shot. I’m just gonna…take a nap…" Aaaand she’s out of it. Tomorrow morning, whoever started the whole ordeal is likely going to get a phone call from an irate and hungover swordsman.
