Taking the night off. [OPEN]
Who: Nuriko and whomever wants to join in.
When: Tonight, after evening sirens and onward after dark
Where: Club 24
Summary: Strength-based shenanigans?
Warnings: Slow tags.
"Next!"
Nuriko smiled cheerfully and leaned back in his seat, arms held aloft with another victory. Across the table an off-duty bouncer was slouched down and grumbling as he rubbed his shoulder. A modest pile of bills was added to before the larger man left with a frown while Nuriko giggled in a decidedly wicked sort of way.
To be fair, arm-wrestling for money wasn't his idea to start with. It had been someone other fellow's, a large man that looked like he was made out of stone and with a booming voice to match, bragging that he was stronger than anyone in the room. That had been an hour ago. One modest offer of a bet later and, once the laughter had died, Nuriko had neatly taken his place as the momentary champion of the Club.
The owners didn't seem to mind too much...people were gathered around to watch and buying more drinks than usual, so they did little more than keep an eye on things.
"Awww~," Nuriko falsely pouted. "No one else wants to to give it a shot? Hmmm...how about this: if I lose this time I'll buy a round for the whole house?"
If that didn't get a volunteer, nothing would.
When: Tonight, after evening sirens and onward after dark
Where: Club 24
Summary: Strength-based shenanigans?
Warnings: Slow tags.
"Next!"
Nuriko smiled cheerfully and leaned back in his seat, arms held aloft with another victory. Across the table an off-duty bouncer was slouched down and grumbling as he rubbed his shoulder. A modest pile of bills was added to before the larger man left with a frown while Nuriko giggled in a decidedly wicked sort of way.
To be fair, arm-wrestling for money wasn't his idea to start with. It had been someone other fellow's, a large man that looked like he was made out of stone and with a booming voice to match, bragging that he was stronger than anyone in the room. That had been an hour ago. One modest offer of a bet later and, once the laughter had died, Nuriko had neatly taken his place as the momentary champion of the Club.
The owners didn't seem to mind too much...people were gathered around to watch and buying more drinks than usual, so they did little more than keep an eye on things.
"Awww~," Nuriko falsely pouted. "No one else wants to to give it a shot? Hmmm...how about this: if I lose this time I'll buy a round for the whole house?"
If that didn't get a volunteer, nothing would.