[Finished] Clubbing~

[v_dentata]

Who: Koga Norio and Matt
What: A chance (?) meeting in the bar
Where: the Bar
When: Tonight
Rating: PG-13 for now
Open: Finished

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[provocateurmatt]

((OOC: Takes place after Matt and Franziska meet.))
Matt could use one Hell of a drink right now. He was in dire need of something hard that would get him fucked up.

He knocked upon the bar and signaled for a bottle on the shelf. The bartender turned, grabbed the brown bottle, and whipped the coat of dust off of it.

Matt impatiently went and grabbed the whole bottle from the man, who protested and sneered. He dropped something resembling cash (although probably far from it) onto the bar and walked away to drink in the shadows of the room.

Settled, he saw someone sitting alone at their chair. Matt thought about making a fake-call to an imaginary person to see if it would be wise to approach said stranger and harass them a little.

"Why not. Tonight's going to smoothly, after all.."

[v_dentata]

The door opened and one rather ragged looking person stepped inside. Norio thought he might recognize the man from somewhere, but he couldn't quite pin point it at the moment, and dropping it, he turned his attention back to his drink, stirring it absentmindedly.

He hated to admit it, but he missed Takeo.

Damn that smug son of a...

He blinked, as something registered in the back of his mind. There had been something about the newcomer. He had looked... More real than most of the other customers, more there. That was odd enough. Well, not that it was any concern of his, but still.

[provocateurmatt]

Matt unscrewed the top of the whiskey and took a swig of it. He missed that familiar taste, the scent..

He was used to mostly drinking alone, but... well...

Approaching the table where the young man sat, and spoke, "You look familiar somehow. Have we met?"

Perhaps it was that online journal of his.. probably recognized the young man as just one of those annoying idiots.

((ooc again: yes I made a typo in my first comment DAMMIT XDD;;))

[v_dentata]

Oh great. The guy started talking with him. Norio shrugged, giving the stranger a crocked grin. "What, no 'you come here often'?" He paused, then raised his hand in a short toast. "Guess not."

[provocateurmatt]

Matt squinted his eyes, trying to guess who the stranger was.

"Hmm..." he thought out loud, "Do you like rats?"

That's right. That young man (used to be a woman???) said something online to him.

[v_dentata]

Norio blinked, eyes widening as he twirled around to face the stranger. "You're that loon with those dead rats, aren't you? That's just tasteless, you know."

[provocateurmatt]

Matt smiled.

"Loon? loon?!" he stood up after setting his bottle down hard against the table, "I'm the Nickel Samurai! defender of all that is good!" he took stance like his fictional hero-character did, back home. Woo, power trip.

Matt then laughed hoarsely and sat down. "But you can call me Matt, if you'd like." he propped both his elbows on the table and cradled his face in his hands, staring at the manokay where are you hiding the tits, seriously, you've got to be kidding me-

[v_dentata]

"Matt?" The boy shrugged, and nodded, deciding to ignore the talk about defender of whatever-it-was. Talk about nerdy anyway, there was no way he would ever adress that. Stupid might be contageous after all. "I'm Norio."

[provocateurmatt]

Matt remembered something in his pocket. No, not that, the other thing.

He threw the rat corpse onto the table.. shouldn't say corpse, it was just sort of.. not moving, eyes poked out, with it's head tweaked off to the side, but still breathing.

"Want me to sign it for you?" he chuckled.

[v_dentata]

The boy yelped, quickly getting to his feet, eyes huge. "What the hell did you do to it, you creep", he exclaimed, face pale. "It's... It's still alive, isn't it?"

[provocateurmatt]

"Aww, does that bother you?" he smiled, combing back his hair.

Matt snarled and slammed his fist hard against the creature - it gave off a mix of a cracking and a squishing noise, accompanied by the table and glasses rattling.

"Now it's dead." Matt stood up and stretched his arms. "Would you like to join it?" he took a step closer.

[v_dentata]

Eyes transfixed on the mess of bones, fur and blood that had just seconds before been an alive - mutilated, yes, but yet alive - rat, Norio found that he was unable to move a single inch.

"What kind of shit are you pulling, man", he whispered, all the remaining color draining from his face.

[provocateurmatt]

He laughed.

"The only thing I'm pulling now is your hair-" Matt reached up and grabbed part of the boy's hair, and jerked him towards the table.

Matt didn't even really have a reason for picking on the boy. The only excuse he could think of was "fun", which was much different to the fun he expressed with Franziska and Ema.. but still fun nonetheless.

[v_dentata]

Unprepared for the attack, the boy had only to soften his body as much as he could to keep the pull from being too hard, he still fell face first into the table, a choked gasp escaping him.

[provocateurmatt]

Matt was a little worn out from taking Franziska not too long ago.

"Consider yourself lucky, I'm not all too up to snuff, or I'd snuff you out right here and now."

Seeing Norio on the table, the quickly snatched up his bottom, and tipped the table over with one arm. He whipped his gaze over to the bartender, who was all but pleased with that move.

Something about starting trouble, and getting the Hell out.

[v_dentata]

"Well, get in line", Norio managed to hiss, breathing shallow and sweat beading on his forehead, before the world turned upside down and just about everything hurt.

As the boy tried to pick himself up again, and think over what had actually just happened, he heared the upset voice of the bartender saying something. Head spinning and ears buzzing, he couldn't quite make out what it was.