Naruto AU: Flight006
Another AU drabble for 31_days, but I finished it too late to post it on the correct day there. Thank goodness for a personal LJ~! =D
Title: Hostess
Day/Theme: Oct. 6/Late Night Betty
Series: Naruto AU
Character/Pairing: Anko (with an appearance by Ibiki)
Rating: PG (I don't swear, but I let one word slip by because it seemed too fitting to Anko's character)
Mitarashi Anko was a fair pilot but her reputation was one built on the ground. She knew her mechanics but she knew her shotgun better and could scare the bladder control from many a dark-hearted air pirate with her lack of reserve in emptying shells-usually into the gut of others. However, if there was one thing Anko knew more than the trigger, it was fun, booze, and plenty repeating of the two.
An ear-shattering gunshot rattled the walls and glasses of the bar, bringing the scuffle that as developing to a sudden standstill. Anko glared at the warring pirate gangs.
“Are you gentlemen breaking my rules?” she asked with a poison smile.
“No, Miss Betty,” her alias was mumbled humbly from their lips.
“Good. Then please pay your tabs and observe the door. You can come back when you learn the only capped bottles that get opened here are the ones with the hard liquor.” She turned to the rest of the crowd who instinctively flinched back a fraction. Her grin turned genuine. “There’s too much fighting and not enough drinking going on in here! Next round is on the house!”
The patrons erupted into cheers, the happy clatter shaking the wood on the lofts.
The Blue Betty is a tavern on a tiny island in the international waters of the South Gulf where pilots of both respectable reputations and not-so-respectable can find rest, refuge, and over 258 ways to get plastered our of your mind (and counting). It’s also probably one of the only places on the planet where an air force general and the most wanted air pirate alive could sit down at the same table and not shoot each other. Anko welcomed any business and company so long as they obeyed her two golden rules.
Leave your baggage at the door and pay your tab, no exceptions. Violation of either was a fast ticket to getting a belly full of lead (Anko would just say she was getting her booze back).
“Hey Morino! Bring up two more kegs!”
Some minutes later, the large mechanic came lumber up from the basement, one barrel tucked under his right arm and the other slung up on his shoulder. The liquor with them may have been sweet, but the look on his face could have soured grapes.
“I’m busy right now, you know,” he growled, setting them down on the counter. “Four pilots want their engines tuned by dawn. I can’t be running you stupid errands all night.”
“Relax! Here, have a beer!”
“I can’t get drunk, woman, I’m working!” And with that, Ibiki stalked back to his garage in a grumpy rain cloud.
“And so am I!” Anko roared, breaking open one of the kegs for the people at the bar. “Damn, I love my job!”
The house whooped and toasted her expertise at the profession.
~owari~
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Authoress Notes
I'm developing the individual characters with these drabbles. I've started working on others, but they're not finished yet. Previous to Anko here, the themes are being used to develop Naruto, Kiba, Sakura and Sasuke, and possibly the jounin-teachers. I'll post those here later as I finish them. Yay regular LJs with no community rules~!
Hope these may have interested some of you. More to still come!
Title: Hostess
Day/Theme: Oct. 6/Late Night Betty
Series: Naruto AU
Character/Pairing: Anko (with an appearance by Ibiki)
Rating: PG (I don't swear, but I let one word slip by because it seemed too fitting to Anko's character)
Mitarashi Anko was a fair pilot but her reputation was one built on the ground. She knew her mechanics but she knew her shotgun better and could scare the bladder control from many a dark-hearted air pirate with her lack of reserve in emptying shells-usually into the gut of others. However, if there was one thing Anko knew more than the trigger, it was fun, booze, and plenty repeating of the two.
An ear-shattering gunshot rattled the walls and glasses of the bar, bringing the scuffle that as developing to a sudden standstill. Anko glared at the warring pirate gangs.
“Are you gentlemen breaking my rules?” she asked with a poison smile.
“No, Miss Betty,” her alias was mumbled humbly from their lips.
“Good. Then please pay your tabs and observe the door. You can come back when you learn the only capped bottles that get opened here are the ones with the hard liquor.” She turned to the rest of the crowd who instinctively flinched back a fraction. Her grin turned genuine. “There’s too much fighting and not enough drinking going on in here! Next round is on the house!”
The patrons erupted into cheers, the happy clatter shaking the wood on the lofts.
The Blue Betty is a tavern on a tiny island in the international waters of the South Gulf where pilots of both respectable reputations and not-so-respectable can find rest, refuge, and over 258 ways to get plastered our of your mind (and counting). It’s also probably one of the only places on the planet where an air force general and the most wanted air pirate alive could sit down at the same table and not shoot each other. Anko welcomed any business and company so long as they obeyed her two golden rules.
Leave your baggage at the door and pay your tab, no exceptions. Violation of either was a fast ticket to getting a belly full of lead (Anko would just say she was getting her booze back).
“Hey Morino! Bring up two more kegs!”
Some minutes later, the large mechanic came lumber up from the basement, one barrel tucked under his right arm and the other slung up on his shoulder. The liquor with them may have been sweet, but the look on his face could have soured grapes.
“I’m busy right now, you know,” he growled, setting them down on the counter. “Four pilots want their engines tuned by dawn. I can’t be running you stupid errands all night.”
“Relax! Here, have a beer!”
“I can’t get drunk, woman, I’m working!” And with that, Ibiki stalked back to his garage in a grumpy rain cloud.
“And so am I!” Anko roared, breaking open one of the kegs for the people at the bar. “Damn, I love my job!”
The house whooped and toasted her expertise at the profession.
~owari~
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Authoress Notes
I'm developing the individual characters with these drabbles. I've started working on others, but they're not finished yet. Previous to Anko here, the themes are being used to develop Naruto, Kiba, Sakura and Sasuke, and possibly the jounin-teachers. I'll post those here later as I finish them. Yay regular LJs with no community rules~!
Hope these may have interested some of you. More to still come!