[Log] Rangiku Matsumoto, Nevan
Title: Don't Mess With Redheads
Characters: Rangiku Matsumoto (some_scribbles), Nevan (formative)
Timeline: 18 May, 1947
Rating: PG
Summary: Nevan is watching a mark. Rangiku is on a date. Noses get smashed, balls get squished. Men are really stupid.
Nevan had made herself comfortable at the bar from where she had a clear view on her target. Jacob O’Brian, thirty-seven, dumb enough to steal money from the mob and… flabby. Why were they always flabby?
Jacob and his buddy seemed to be having a good time. Knocking drinks back like there was no tomorrow. A small mocking smile curved the redhead’s lips. ‘Keep drinking,’ she thought. It would make an already simple job even easier.
Shifting on her stool, she crossed her legs and took a sip of her drink. Letting her gaze wander across the room, she tapped a finger against her glass and watched the dancing couples.
Fatty wasn’t ripe for plucking, yet.
Rangiku was having a good time. She’d passed her halfway point on drinks she’d let herself have on a date and was feeling a pleasant buzz. Mark Thomson was a decent dancer with a pretty smile, and he’d been a customer for a few weeks before Rangiku finally agreed to let him take her out. This was their second date, and while she hadn’t been sure about encouraging his attention as he seemed…more serious than most, Ran liked his smile. So she had said yes.
She was glad she had. The Pen Top Bar was a classy place with swinging tunes and a gorgeous skyline view. The doors to the three terraces were opened and a pleasant fresh breeze was stirring the place, ruffling her skirt.
The music crescendoed before coming to an abrupt halt, and Mark gave her one final spin and she laughed.
He smiled at her, “Break for a drink?”
“Sure,” she grinned back at him. “Bourbon and cream, please.”
Mark laughed and escorted her over to the bar, “Are you sure you can handle more corn? Maybe you want a spritzer instead, huh?”
Rangiku arched an eyebrow. “You should know me better by now, Mark.”
He smiled that smile at her and said, “Not as well as I’d like.” Then he stepped away to let her slip onto the stool by herself and caught the attention of the bartender, but not before gracing her with a look.
Her lips twitched up. “Keep on talking and we’ll have to see what we can do about that.”
He gave her a searching look as the bartender placed their drinks in front of them. Stepping so close beside her that Ran could feel his warmth, he ran one finger slowly down the back of her arm, “I’d like to keep having a good time with you, Rangiku. I’d make it worth your while. We’d just have to make sure my wife doesn’t find out.”
Rangiku blinked. Wife???
Oh. Hell. No. He was standing right close beside her, breathing down her neck, and his proximity disgusted her. Turning around, Rangiku dismounted from her stool ‘too quickly’ and crashed into him. With the leg closest to the bar and under the screen of her other leg, she brought her knee up to abruptly connect with his groin.
Mark gasped before he whimpered, and collapsed forward, leaving Rangiku to support his weight just long enough to whisper into his ear. “Get the hell out and never come by my shop again. The next time I see you, I’ll be making a visit to your wife. And who do you think she’ll believe, asshole, you or me?”
Unable to contain her disgust further, she shoved away him from her, hard. He fell onto the floor, his smile contorted into pain. If he didn’t have the ability to walk away after this, she’d make sure he was carried out. She spoke her next words so that everyone could hear, with the smallest amount of quiver in her voice. “I never want to see you again. How dare you make such a suggestion to me? Leave now before I call the cops.”
Rangiku felt the atmosphere turn distinctly unfriendly towards him and hid her pleased smirk, spinning with stiff-spined grace to return to her bar stool and her booze. She was going to need it. Honestly, what the hell?
Nevan’s eyes had settled on a couple by the terrace doors. The cat was what one would probably call handsome and the kitten - ah, the kitten was a dish; a copper-haired Veronica Lake and pretty in a way Nevan would never be.
It was not more than a simple and dispassionate observation with no jealousy or envy attached to it, though. The assassin knew that too many years on the streets and a deeply rooted resentment of the world had destroyed whatever potential for beauty she may have had. So what? She had no use for beauty in her profession.
The band took a break, causing the sea of flailing arms and twitchy legs to calm down once more. The redhead cast a glance at Flabby. Red cheeks, a retarded grin on that piggy face. Almost there.
Letting her gaze drift again, Nevan swirled the vodka in her glass around, listening to the tinkling noise the ice cubes made and found the pretty doll and her cat just a few seats away.
‘Ain’t ya two cute?’ Just as the circus child was about to grow tired from watching the perfect happiness of two perfect people, the kitten showed claws. Didn’t make a fuss, either. Went right for the balls. Ding-dong.
Draining her glass, Nevan slid off of her stool, her eyes narrowed to yellowish slits, a dangerous grin on her lips, looking like a predator that had spotted prey. She doubted that the guy could still fight but one never knew what those brainless beasts were capable of and she would gladly lend a hand if the dolly needed it.
It seemed, however, that the woman had everything under control. The pig was removed and the atmosphere lightened up again. Too bad. She hopped onto the seat next to Rangiku’s and ordered another glass of vodka on ice.
“That was beautiful, doll,” she purred.
Rangiku glared into her glass, her fingers spasmodically clenching it. It was taking an effort of will to not turn around do a little more not-so-subtle damage to the ass on the floor. But the bouncer was already lifting Mark up and away and the manager had come over to express his concern and she held her peace long enough for her ‘date’ to get away and for the air around to clear.
Words that had been drowned out with the shock of finding out Mark had a wife resurfaced.
‘I’ll make it worth your while. Ran grit her teeth. She’d had a hell of a lot better offers than that punk could ever even dream of providing. Jokers with attitudes like that were the last thing she needed to deal with. Goddamnit, she had gone straight to be free of these people.
Maybe she ought to pay his wife a visit anyway.
She tossed down her booze without tasting it and immediately signaled for another. She needed to relax. Not let it get to her. The night was young, the music was boss, there was still an opportunity for some fun.
Hell, maybe she ought to pay the wife a visit and drop Mark’s name to her boys. She couldn’t believe she had been taken in like that. It was-it was offensive is what it was. Was she getting soft? Had she lost her touch? She used to be able to tell a pimp from across the room, but she’d been on the verge of letting her guard down around Mark and giving him an honest shot. Damnit.
Someone plopped into the seat behind her and Rangiku was still in no mood, but when a decidedly feminine voice purred approval, she looked up in surprise. The woman sitting beside her was striking-Ran had only seen skin that pale once before. Her eyes gleamed gold and what hair she could see under the veiled hat was blood red. She had a certain awareness about her that felt familiar. Rangiku wondered why she hadn’t seen her when she had first come in. God, she must be slipping.
Well, regardless it was obvious the dame had seen something everyone else had missed. No use trying to hide it. Better to play along. A corner of Rangiku’s mouth ticked up and her eyes lit with amusement. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said with perfect innocence and took a demure sip of the fresh glass of corn.
“Your way of dancing, of course.” Nevan lifted an eyebrow and laughed softly. “Perfect leg work. It’s not something you see that often.” She winked and took a sip of her drink.
From the corner of her eye, she saw Fatty and his buddy whisper excitedly like a pair of stupid schoolgirls. What were they up to?
The assassin let them be for the moment and returned her attention to the woman beside her.
“Did he have two left feet or were you simply in the mood for trying a fancy step?”
Ran’s shoulders relaxed at her words. She liked the dame’s phrasing; it wasn’t often she ran into someone with a gift for that kind of turn of phrase. Her smile widened. “Just felt like someone should teach him a lesson in reconsidering his moves.”
Taking another sip of her hooch she set it down on the counter, Ran followed the glass with her eyes as she scowled, “I wish I had continued that dance.”
Shaking her head, after all, here was someone new and more than passing interesting to meet, she lifted her gaze back to meet those golden eyes and stuck out her hand. “Rangiku Matsumoto,” she smiled.
Nevan didn’t bother holding back the laugh that poured from her lips. Pretty dolly didn’t strike her as the kind who’d take offence and if she did, tough luck.
“Mommy was prolly too busy straightening daddy out to teach the lil flea manners.” Shifting on her seat, the dancer crossed her legs and looked at the other woman’s hand thoughtfully. “Nevan,” she replied and shook Rangiku’s hand. “Just Nevan.” The smile that accompanied the handshake was almost cute.
“Cheer up, kitten. There’s plenty you and I can do to salvage the evening.” A mischievous glint flashed up in yellow eyes and the assassin ordered another round of drinks. “Somebody might even want to sell their soul tonight and you can have wicked fun with a soul.”
Grinning impishly she lifted her glass to finish her drink off when she suddenly felt the hairs of her neck stand up. Someone had penetrated her personal space and was standing much to close for comfort.
“Evening, ladies.” A smarmy voice drawled from behind the two redheads. “Mind if my buddy and I joined you?” It was Jacob the Stupid.
“Would you leave if we said yes?” Nevan wasn’t so much purring as growling and if her target was smart, he would back off.
“Hear that, Larry? They don’t mind.” Cackling Jacob put his drink on the counter and planted his fat arse on the stool next to Rangiku’s.
The assassin had a few theories which were confirmed over and over again and were slowly gaining the status of laws of nature. The stupid were always brave. The ugly always considered themselves irresistible. Both of those traits ran strongly in male specimen.
Casting a sideways glance at Ran, she rolled her eyes.
Rangiku smiled through the dame’s laughter and relaxed even further. Maybe there was more hope for the night than she had thought.
Nevan’s handshake was firm and brief but enough for Ran to feel the calluses lining her grip. She wasn’t very surprised; it would be more than an ordinary woman to pick up her ‘steps,’ the same way Nevan had. Ran had worked for years to smooth out some of the calluses on her hands, and had only met with moderate success.
She picked up her glass and had another sip of corn and was about to ask Nevan if any soul would do when they were interrupted.
She could hear the slur in his voice and she just knew that if she turned around she’d see-yes, near middle-aged, balding, and tubby. The tight cut of the suit indicated either that he was cheap or that he had a far higher opinion of himself than was warranted. And when he sat down uninvited and encouraged his friend to do the same, Rangiku had a sinking feeling she knew which one it was.
Things had been so much easier when she could just drop these palookas without any regard to the consequences. The idiot next to her had actually cackled before he sat down. God. How many drinks had he had?
“It’s a crime to let a pretty doll like you drink alone,” Baldy said with a note of false cheer.
“I wasn’t alone,” Rangiku said, flickering her gaze to him before turning away in disgust. “I was in the middle of a very pleasant conversation before you interrupted.”
“Aww, now, don’t be like that,” he said, leaning forward far enough that Ran was treated to an upclose encounter with his foul breath. She wrinkled her nose.
And then his hand was in her hair and he was using the ends like a paint brush to slid over her neck as he spoke, “I bet I could show you a real good time.”
She didn’t even turn to look at him. Bringing her hand around his back, Rangiku planted it softly on the back of his neck. Slowly, Rangiku tilted her head so that her hair slid free of his fingers. Ew. She would have to wash her hair before going to bed tonight. “I know a good time when I see it, bo. You ain’t it.”
And with that she introduced Baldy’s nose to the bar in the most effective manner possible. He made a loud thud after she’d slammed his face into bar and she could feel that more than one person had turned to look. Baldy didn’t scream, didn’t even moan-she might have pushed him a little too hard. He slumped further forward and slid off his seat, leaving a trail of blood from his nose.
“Oh, look at that!” Ran spoke with a bright voice full of innocence. “It seems like your friend here had too much to drink! Such a shame when men don’t know their limits, don’t you agree, Nevan?”
Jacob’s lovely friend, Larry, had made the mistake of positioning himself slightly behind Nevan. He was still standing and had put his hand on the bar, his arm kind of around but not actually touching the redhead’s body.
That quickly changed, however, when he saw his buddy kiss the bar. Stupid’s little pal took a step forward, face contorted with anger, his other hand reaching out towards Rangiku. He intended to teach her a lesson, no doubt, but suddenly he went completely still and turned incredibly pale.
“Don’t move,” Nevan hissed quietly, squeezing Larry’s crown jewels for emphasis. “You don’t want to lose those for him, do you?”
Larry shook his head. He hadn’t even seen her move…
“Aww, men who don’t know their limits are a horrible, horrible, disgrace,” the assassin purred and shook her head. “Fortunately, dear Larry here is a sensible lad and will take his poor friend home now, won’t he?”
The sweating man nodded vehemently, not daring to speak.
“Good boy. Now, go fetch.” The redhead flexed her fingers causing Larry to squeak and burst into a flurry of motion. He picked his unconscious buddy up and stumbled outside with him.
Laughing Nevan watched those two idiots vanish into the night, not at all annoyed that the other redhead had messed up her target. At least, she wouldn’t have trouble finding Jacob again.
Rangiku blinked. Well. Nevan was certainly…effective. A slightly vicious smile curled her lips as she watched Baldy and his limping friend scurry off.
Lifting her glass, Ran drained it in all in one go. “It’s so nice to have sensible friends, especially on nights like this,” raising her hand to signal for another drink for herself and the doll beside her. She tilted her head to give Nevan a friendly grin and raised her new glass in a salute.
While her date may have been a bust, the night certainly wasn’t a total waste. She had a feeling that she was going to enjoy this new acquaintance very much.
Characters: Rangiku Matsumoto (some_scribbles), Nevan (formative)
Timeline: 18 May, 1947
Rating: PG
Summary: Nevan is watching a mark. Rangiku is on a date. Noses get smashed, balls get squished. Men are really stupid.
Nevan had made herself comfortable at the bar from where she had a clear view on her target. Jacob O’Brian, thirty-seven, dumb enough to steal money from the mob and… flabby. Why were they always flabby?
Jacob and his buddy seemed to be having a good time. Knocking drinks back like there was no tomorrow. A small mocking smile curved the redhead’s lips. ‘Keep drinking,’ she thought. It would make an already simple job even easier.
Shifting on her stool, she crossed her legs and took a sip of her drink. Letting her gaze wander across the room, she tapped a finger against her glass and watched the dancing couples.
Fatty wasn’t ripe for plucking, yet.
Rangiku was having a good time. She’d passed her halfway point on drinks she’d let herself have on a date and was feeling a pleasant buzz. Mark Thomson was a decent dancer with a pretty smile, and he’d been a customer for a few weeks before Rangiku finally agreed to let him take her out. This was their second date, and while she hadn’t been sure about encouraging his attention as he seemed…more serious than most, Ran liked his smile. So she had said yes.
She was glad she had. The Pen Top Bar was a classy place with swinging tunes and a gorgeous skyline view. The doors to the three terraces were opened and a pleasant fresh breeze was stirring the place, ruffling her skirt.
The music crescendoed before coming to an abrupt halt, and Mark gave her one final spin and she laughed.
He smiled at her, “Break for a drink?”
“Sure,” she grinned back at him. “Bourbon and cream, please.”
Mark laughed and escorted her over to the bar, “Are you sure you can handle more corn? Maybe you want a spritzer instead, huh?”
Rangiku arched an eyebrow. “You should know me better by now, Mark.”
He smiled that smile at her and said, “Not as well as I’d like.” Then he stepped away to let her slip onto the stool by herself and caught the attention of the bartender, but not before gracing her with a look.
Her lips twitched up. “Keep on talking and we’ll have to see what we can do about that.”
He gave her a searching look as the bartender placed their drinks in front of them. Stepping so close beside her that Ran could feel his warmth, he ran one finger slowly down the back of her arm, “I’d like to keep having a good time with you, Rangiku. I’d make it worth your while. We’d just have to make sure my wife doesn’t find out.”
Rangiku blinked. Wife???
Oh. Hell. No. He was standing right close beside her, breathing down her neck, and his proximity disgusted her. Turning around, Rangiku dismounted from her stool ‘too quickly’ and crashed into him. With the leg closest to the bar and under the screen of her other leg, she brought her knee up to abruptly connect with his groin.
Mark gasped before he whimpered, and collapsed forward, leaving Rangiku to support his weight just long enough to whisper into his ear. “Get the hell out and never come by my shop again. The next time I see you, I’ll be making a visit to your wife. And who do you think she’ll believe, asshole, you or me?”
Unable to contain her disgust further, she shoved away him from her, hard. He fell onto the floor, his smile contorted into pain. If he didn’t have the ability to walk away after this, she’d make sure he was carried out. She spoke her next words so that everyone could hear, with the smallest amount of quiver in her voice. “I never want to see you again. How dare you make such a suggestion to me? Leave now before I call the cops.”
Rangiku felt the atmosphere turn distinctly unfriendly towards him and hid her pleased smirk, spinning with stiff-spined grace to return to her bar stool and her booze. She was going to need it. Honestly, what the hell?
Nevan’s eyes had settled on a couple by the terrace doors. The cat was what one would probably call handsome and the kitten - ah, the kitten was a dish; a copper-haired Veronica Lake and pretty in a way Nevan would never be.
It was not more than a simple and dispassionate observation with no jealousy or envy attached to it, though. The assassin knew that too many years on the streets and a deeply rooted resentment of the world had destroyed whatever potential for beauty she may have had. So what? She had no use for beauty in her profession.
The band took a break, causing the sea of flailing arms and twitchy legs to calm down once more. The redhead cast a glance at Flabby. Red cheeks, a retarded grin on that piggy face. Almost there.
Letting her gaze drift again, Nevan swirled the vodka in her glass around, listening to the tinkling noise the ice cubes made and found the pretty doll and her cat just a few seats away.
‘Ain’t ya two cute?’ Just as the circus child was about to grow tired from watching the perfect happiness of two perfect people, the kitten showed claws. Didn’t make a fuss, either. Went right for the balls. Ding-dong.
Draining her glass, Nevan slid off of her stool, her eyes narrowed to yellowish slits, a dangerous grin on her lips, looking like a predator that had spotted prey. She doubted that the guy could still fight but one never knew what those brainless beasts were capable of and she would gladly lend a hand if the dolly needed it.
It seemed, however, that the woman had everything under control. The pig was removed and the atmosphere lightened up again. Too bad. She hopped onto the seat next to Rangiku’s and ordered another glass of vodka on ice.
“That was beautiful, doll,” she purred.
Rangiku glared into her glass, her fingers spasmodically clenching it. It was taking an effort of will to not turn around do a little more not-so-subtle damage to the ass on the floor. But the bouncer was already lifting Mark up and away and the manager had come over to express his concern and she held her peace long enough for her ‘date’ to get away and for the air around to clear.
Words that had been drowned out with the shock of finding out Mark had a wife resurfaced.
‘I’ll make it worth your while. Ran grit her teeth. She’d had a hell of a lot better offers than that punk could ever even dream of providing. Jokers with attitudes like that were the last thing she needed to deal with. Goddamnit, she had gone straight to be free of these people.
Maybe she ought to pay his wife a visit anyway.
She tossed down her booze without tasting it and immediately signaled for another. She needed to relax. Not let it get to her. The night was young, the music was boss, there was still an opportunity for some fun.
Hell, maybe she ought to pay the wife a visit and drop Mark’s name to her boys. She couldn’t believe she had been taken in like that. It was-it was offensive is what it was. Was she getting soft? Had she lost her touch? She used to be able to tell a pimp from across the room, but she’d been on the verge of letting her guard down around Mark and giving him an honest shot. Damnit.
Someone plopped into the seat behind her and Rangiku was still in no mood, but when a decidedly feminine voice purred approval, she looked up in surprise. The woman sitting beside her was striking-Ran had only seen skin that pale once before. Her eyes gleamed gold and what hair she could see under the veiled hat was blood red. She had a certain awareness about her that felt familiar. Rangiku wondered why she hadn’t seen her when she had first come in. God, she must be slipping.
Well, regardless it was obvious the dame had seen something everyone else had missed. No use trying to hide it. Better to play along. A corner of Rangiku’s mouth ticked up and her eyes lit with amusement. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said with perfect innocence and took a demure sip of the fresh glass of corn.
“Your way of dancing, of course.” Nevan lifted an eyebrow and laughed softly. “Perfect leg work. It’s not something you see that often.” She winked and took a sip of her drink.
From the corner of her eye, she saw Fatty and his buddy whisper excitedly like a pair of stupid schoolgirls. What were they up to?
The assassin let them be for the moment and returned her attention to the woman beside her.
“Did he have two left feet or were you simply in the mood for trying a fancy step?”
Ran’s shoulders relaxed at her words. She liked the dame’s phrasing; it wasn’t often she ran into someone with a gift for that kind of turn of phrase. Her smile widened. “Just felt like someone should teach him a lesson in reconsidering his moves.”
Taking another sip of her hooch she set it down on the counter, Ran followed the glass with her eyes as she scowled, “I wish I had continued that dance.”
Shaking her head, after all, here was someone new and more than passing interesting to meet, she lifted her gaze back to meet those golden eyes and stuck out her hand. “Rangiku Matsumoto,” she smiled.
Nevan didn’t bother holding back the laugh that poured from her lips. Pretty dolly didn’t strike her as the kind who’d take offence and if she did, tough luck.
“Mommy was prolly too busy straightening daddy out to teach the lil flea manners.” Shifting on her seat, the dancer crossed her legs and looked at the other woman’s hand thoughtfully. “Nevan,” she replied and shook Rangiku’s hand. “Just Nevan.” The smile that accompanied the handshake was almost cute.
“Cheer up, kitten. There’s plenty you and I can do to salvage the evening.” A mischievous glint flashed up in yellow eyes and the assassin ordered another round of drinks. “Somebody might even want to sell their soul tonight and you can have wicked fun with a soul.”
Grinning impishly she lifted her glass to finish her drink off when she suddenly felt the hairs of her neck stand up. Someone had penetrated her personal space and was standing much to close for comfort.
“Evening, ladies.” A smarmy voice drawled from behind the two redheads. “Mind if my buddy and I joined you?” It was Jacob the Stupid.
“Would you leave if we said yes?” Nevan wasn’t so much purring as growling and if her target was smart, he would back off.
“Hear that, Larry? They don’t mind.” Cackling Jacob put his drink on the counter and planted his fat arse on the stool next to Rangiku’s.
The assassin had a few theories which were confirmed over and over again and were slowly gaining the status of laws of nature. The stupid were always brave. The ugly always considered themselves irresistible. Both of those traits ran strongly in male specimen.
Casting a sideways glance at Ran, she rolled her eyes.
Rangiku smiled through the dame’s laughter and relaxed even further. Maybe there was more hope for the night than she had thought.
Nevan’s handshake was firm and brief but enough for Ran to feel the calluses lining her grip. She wasn’t very surprised; it would be more than an ordinary woman to pick up her ‘steps,’ the same way Nevan had. Ran had worked for years to smooth out some of the calluses on her hands, and had only met with moderate success.
She picked up her glass and had another sip of corn and was about to ask Nevan if any soul would do when they were interrupted.
She could hear the slur in his voice and she just knew that if she turned around she’d see-yes, near middle-aged, balding, and tubby. The tight cut of the suit indicated either that he was cheap or that he had a far higher opinion of himself than was warranted. And when he sat down uninvited and encouraged his friend to do the same, Rangiku had a sinking feeling she knew which one it was.
Things had been so much easier when she could just drop these palookas without any regard to the consequences. The idiot next to her had actually cackled before he sat down. God. How many drinks had he had?
“It’s a crime to let a pretty doll like you drink alone,” Baldy said with a note of false cheer.
“I wasn’t alone,” Rangiku said, flickering her gaze to him before turning away in disgust. “I was in the middle of a very pleasant conversation before you interrupted.”
“Aww, now, don’t be like that,” he said, leaning forward far enough that Ran was treated to an upclose encounter with his foul breath. She wrinkled her nose.
And then his hand was in her hair and he was using the ends like a paint brush to slid over her neck as he spoke, “I bet I could show you a real good time.”
She didn’t even turn to look at him. Bringing her hand around his back, Rangiku planted it softly on the back of his neck. Slowly, Rangiku tilted her head so that her hair slid free of his fingers. Ew. She would have to wash her hair before going to bed tonight. “I know a good time when I see it, bo. You ain’t it.”
And with that she introduced Baldy’s nose to the bar in the most effective manner possible. He made a loud thud after she’d slammed his face into bar and she could feel that more than one person had turned to look. Baldy didn’t scream, didn’t even moan-she might have pushed him a little too hard. He slumped further forward and slid off his seat, leaving a trail of blood from his nose.
“Oh, look at that!” Ran spoke with a bright voice full of innocence. “It seems like your friend here had too much to drink! Such a shame when men don’t know their limits, don’t you agree, Nevan?”
Jacob’s lovely friend, Larry, had made the mistake of positioning himself slightly behind Nevan. He was still standing and had put his hand on the bar, his arm kind of around but not actually touching the redhead’s body.
That quickly changed, however, when he saw his buddy kiss the bar. Stupid’s little pal took a step forward, face contorted with anger, his other hand reaching out towards Rangiku. He intended to teach her a lesson, no doubt, but suddenly he went completely still and turned incredibly pale.
“Don’t move,” Nevan hissed quietly, squeezing Larry’s crown jewels for emphasis. “You don’t want to lose those for him, do you?”
Larry shook his head. He hadn’t even seen her move…
“Aww, men who don’t know their limits are a horrible, horrible, disgrace,” the assassin purred and shook her head. “Fortunately, dear Larry here is a sensible lad and will take his poor friend home now, won’t he?”
The sweating man nodded vehemently, not daring to speak.
“Good boy. Now, go fetch.” The redhead flexed her fingers causing Larry to squeak and burst into a flurry of motion. He picked his unconscious buddy up and stumbled outside with him.
Laughing Nevan watched those two idiots vanish into the night, not at all annoyed that the other redhead had messed up her target. At least, she wouldn’t have trouble finding Jacob again.
Rangiku blinked. Well. Nevan was certainly…effective. A slightly vicious smile curled her lips as she watched Baldy and his limping friend scurry off.
Lifting her glass, Ran drained it in all in one go. “It’s so nice to have sensible friends, especially on nights like this,” raising her hand to signal for another drink for herself and the doll beside her. She tilted her head to give Nevan a friendly grin and raised her new glass in a salute.
While her date may have been a bust, the night certainly wasn’t a total waste. She had a feeling that she was going to enjoy this new acquaintance very much.