Who: Yuuko, Yuusuke, and Kurapika [Open to co-workers]
When: Sometime of 2/28 evening
Where: Oomurasaki Tavern
Rating: TBA
Warnings: Yuusuke is WARNING!---And Yuuko too. >_>;--Sarcasms, name calling, and insults. Yeah...be prepared.
Summary: Yuusuke and PansylionKurapika takes a stroll into Yuuko's tavern.
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Who said they had to pay with money. Turning her head a side, she exhale a long drag of smoke still dull. She turns to Kurapika now and respond, "it's quite alright. Nothing doesn't happen out of coincidence..." How she spoke her last sentence was she expecting them, of course, how the roll of fate plays leading Yuusuke here. Finally a grin, the witch's elbows rests on top of the bar counter turning her head towards Yuusuke. She offer her palm towards him, open, fingers flexing towards her palm and spoke again, "your comb."
"Hurry, hurry."
[[ooc: Sorry Yuusuke mun wanted to ask first but assume he has a comb for that damn hair! >_>]]
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You are asking me to allow you to get drunk and consequently start a brawl with the first passerby? My apologies... but I know a drunken version of yourself is twice difficult than an sober one." He retorted glancing down at Yuusuke.
"If you don't consume any sort of drink you won't need to sacrifice your precious comb.
Let us leave now that nothing is owed."
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Why not, blondie? Lettin' loose once in awhile ain't such a bad deal. You could stand to try it some time and lose that stick you have up your ass anyways." Crude, insulting, and a smirk passed to his unwanted delinquent-sitter. The game was started but hidden. Perfect.
No one would believe that Yuusuke could outsmart others of intelligence at times. Yet, he'd always managed to surprise opponents with that knowledge after the crafty schemes he'd pulled off.
So here now, he was going to attempt another...on the woman.
That smirk that was displayed to the boy of his same age was now fixed on Yuuko. He wouldn't back down from a threat, quietly implied. It was against his nature. And so, his own fingers lifted up and wrapped around that poking one upon him, easily moveing it down and away onto the counter. He then leant forward upon an elbow, his gaze direct and full of challenge, mischief-... daring. "No. Something else, lady, something better. The comb I need but giving a favor ain't a problem if you want it from me."
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