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“May the stars carry your sadness away. May the flowers fill your heart with beauty.
 May hope forever wipe away your tears, and above all, may silence make you strong.” — Chief Dan George

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Winter Wine

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█ Snatching another piece of chicken from a dish, a stack of dirtied plates to his side were removed. Curtly nodding at the bartender, tipping his hat slightly, greeting the bartender, he cleaned his hands with some napkins, returning his attention to his newfound company. Usually, he was one for table manners. But today he slipped up. He didn’t expect company, especially with his appearance. Usually, all he received from someone on a daily basis were some harsh remarks or insults. That or receiving glares or shakes of disappointment. Hell, he even intimidated others unintentionally. 'Must be the tattoos.' Ace mused inwardly as a sigh parted from him.

✗ Well, not like it really bothered him.

At least his girl, this woman, didn’t seem to be put off by his appearance. Although he couldn’t say the same for his lack of table manners. Then again, he wasn’t entirely at fault. It just happened. Nothing intentional, though he made a mental note to always be prepared for sudden company. After the recent happenings within the city Ace had experienced first-hand, he should have known better.

✗ Oh well.

Reaching the back of his pockets, plucking out his usually empty wallet, turning away from his company as his back faced her, he was faced with a predicament he seemed to run into on an almost daily basis. And by almost, he meant always. He was flat out broke. Hopefully, just hopefully he didn’t get banned from a place like this. He really liked the food here. But he was left with one choice. Looks like he would have to resort to dine n’ dashing. Hopefully his new friend wouldn’t mind.

Hearing Kikumi suddenly speak up, Ace perked up as he quickly returned his wallet where it belonged, quirking a brow at her query. "Huh? French wine? Can’t say I’ve had." Although the way she seemed to mention it made him rather curious about it. "Why? Have you tried it? Is it good? I would like to try some, sometime." Little did he know that he would soon go on a little side trip for some French wine.

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Awaiting a response, Kikumi began stroking the wineglass and ending the descent of sweat that dripped down the crystal. She was not bored with the conversation, that was far from the truth. She just didn't think silence appealed to most, and tried to advert it by becoming engulfed in her own activity. He ate, she would play with her glass. When he contributes to the conversation, she will listen. That was how it went, however, Kikumi would slip up from time to time. She would catch a glimpse of tattoos, or wonder how someone could feel comfortable when they were so revealed. These slip-ups were meant to go unnoticed, but he was a man with both an interesting presence and appearance. She caught so many glances that not noticing them would be a miracle.

Kikumi watched as he pulled out his wallet and turned away. Little did he know, that in her bag was a coin purse with more money than he may ever earn in his entire life. In her bag was a gun that cost more than his house. She could pay for all of his plates and not even make a dent in her fortune, she could buy the whole damn restaurant and it wouldn't make a difference. Surely, she could pay for his meal. But impressions were important, especially the first of them. Was it wise to broadcast her wealth? Should a man, who may have no socioeconomic standing, really know about how much money she possessed? Kikumi wanted to kick herself for being so selfish. You're over thinking it, Kikumi. What would your family want you to do? Keep it.

The man began to speak, now facing her. She listened; hasn't tasted French wine, won't let others see his money, savage. Kikumi grew bitter when she was drowsy and had as little as an ounce of alcohol in her, but that was not something she showed externally. "Yes, I have tried it, and it is fulfilling to say the least. Not many bars provide it. I do think you'd like it, would you like to try and find some with me? I promise you, I've saved up my money, so we'd be able to buy the most expensive wine we can find."

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The Black Duffle Bag

Is this the wrong number? Kikumi thought to herself after multiple attempts of trying to unlock her apartment. Is it possible that they gave me the wrong key? Or perhaps this is the wrong building? No no. She tried twice more before halting and scanning the three-digit number written on a scrap of paper. It was the correct apartment number, so again, she tried, and she was relentless. Completely impossible when it came to giving up, she kept at it and believed that prevailing was the only option; no matter if it took hours. Thankfully, it didn't. An inaudible click was the sound of her success, and she jumped for joy as the key pivoted sideways. "Yes, yes, yes!" She said while entering the apartment. Her heels clacked against the tile, the apartment was roughly the size of her old room and she couldn't help but relish its petite interior.

Now all she had to do was decorate it. This realization startled Kikumi. All of her stuff was downstairs. Suitcases with decorations and clothes, an array of bags from high end shopping, and, more importantly, a single duffle bag with too much Heckler & Koch merchandise to go unnoticed. She acted quickly; down the hall and to the elevator in the blink of an eye. Music played, it was unsettling. Kikumi slipped out of the elevator, her heels were loud against the tile, her heart joined in. Clack, thump, clack, thump. This continued even after her eyes connected with an infamous canvas bag, and her pace grew quicker as she noticed a woman. "Excuse me," Kikumi said, then huffing out her breath. "This is my luggage. I'm sorry if I've gotten in your way, please, excuse me."

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Winter Wine

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█ Food always went well with a bit of liquor. Especially of this quantity. Hell, even with this much food in front of his face, it wasn’t nearly enough to sate his hunger. And even if was enough to sate his hunger, he would only grow hungry again in a few hours. It was torture having an appetite like his, but at the same time it was fortunate. Fortunate because he was able to explore various restaurants, consume various dishes, at any time and any day.

Those were the perks of being a voracious glutton.

Oblivious to his surroundings, due to being engrossed with the food laid out before him, downing dishes like they were nothing, he flagged the bartender, asking for a glass of water. His throat was going dry, due to the bread he was greedily eating. Not to mention the chicken as well. But still, the good was good as hell and that’s all he really cared about. Hopefully his narcolepsy didn’t kick in. Although, that was asking for a miracle. Fortunately, it hadn’t kicked in, but eventually would at the most unexpected moment.

Crumbs of food filled the counter, some were on his cheeks, when a woman’s voice disrupted his feast. The bone of a chicken leg he was eating portruded from his mouth as he turned to face her, blinking in perplexity as he pointed at himself, wondering if she was speaking to him

Of course she was talking to him. He was the only one eating this much.

Quickly devouring the food at hand, wiping his mouth as he attempted to make himself as presentable as possible, as much as a shirtless glutton can, he grinned. "Ya think so? I can’t help it— the food’s amazing here. Not as amazing as my little brother’s cook, but still pretty good." Noticing that she, too, came here unaccompanied, assuming she was since she was sitting here, striking a conversation with him, out of the blue. Well, he didn’t mind. He liked making new friends. Placing an elbow on the counter, a cheek resting firmly on a fist, his gaze was fixated on her as he began to pluck pieces from a bread on a plate. "You come here by yourself, miss?"

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Kikumi had not harbored any expectations upon greeting the man. She didn't presume that he would run off with her into the night and try to find the lovely French wine she had grown up on, she hadn't even concocted a plan that involved a wine or a man at all. All she planned to do was have a nice chat, perhaps ask him to walk her home. But that notion changed, and quickly, once the man turned to look at her with a chicken leg poking out from one corner of his mouth. Kikumi blinked a few times at the sight, her eyes a bit more alert. He seemed to lack two things: the fullness humans tend to experience after eating and favorable table manners. 

And if there was anything that disgusted Kikumi, it was bad table manners. But what drew her away from the fact that he was sloppy was the realization that such a grand intake will come with an equal amount of liquid to wash it all down. And beer wouldn't suffice, not for one of Kikumi's soon-to-be friends. They only deserved the best, and to her, that meant a certain French wine.

She folded her arms on the bar's counter top and listened to the man. He had a little brother? And surprisingly, a chef to accompany him? It intrigued her to hear such a thing. As if they may be from the same social standing, may be as rich and had the same secluded upbringing as she     was that even possible? No, no, his little brother had a chef. That meant nothing. She sat on the stacks of money her father had accumulated and created a thrown with a personal arsenal. It was foolish to hope that someone would bore a similar fortune. Kikumi dozed off into her thoughts. I had a personal chef, too, was her last thought before returning to the conversation.

"You come here by yourself, miss?"

She averted her eyes back to the man, and looked to be undeniably fixated on him. "Yes, I did come here alone. But I don't plan on leaving that way." Kikumi said. "Say, have you ever tasted French wine before?"

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Winter Wine

"No wine from France?" Kikumi mused. It unsettled her to the core, how such a modernized city lacked a bar with a proper assortment of alcoholic beverages. Savages, everyone in the outside world seemed to be. Uncultured and narrow-minded. "My father only drank wine. French wine was his least favorite, but even he had it. I loved it." She spoke to the bartender, who was wiping down the counter top. "Never had it," Said the man, and Kikumi couldn't imagine never tasting it. "Oh, you haven't lived! Well, I mean, you have. But it's very good. I remember, there was this amazing one. White, I believe. It was bland, fairly old. Oh, what I would do to have some of that again." And with that, she brought her glass up to her mouth. It was red wine, mediocre. As Kikumi took a swig, she looked around. A middle-aged couple sat eating at a dimly lit booth, a man in business attire downing an American beer. Hmph, what a slow day. She swished the remainder of wine in her crystal. The bartender was now serving another man who sat at the bar, a few seats down. She watched. There was multiple helpings of food in front of him, yet he was unaccompanied.

Bar stool by bar stool, Kikumi narrowed down the distance between them. The man didn't seem to notice. She was unsure of whether he was listening, but that didn't hold her back. The thought of spending her whole night quietly and alone was not particularly inviting. "You're quite ravenous, aren't you? You must be breaking a few world records by eating that much food in such a short amount of time! And if not that, at least transcending some form of reality, don't you think?"

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"Only when the sun begins to rise and, even then, very rarely."

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"Is.... Is your bed uncomfortable? Should I replace it? It's no good to deprive yourself of sleep.."

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"D-Does no one ever sleep     ?"

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Another hard day at work, another night spent in 7th Heaven. Miss? I'd like a martini - shaken, not stirred if you would be so kind. How's life when you work at a bar? Any rowdy bar fights you need to break up?

Her back to the front of the bar, Kikumi was gingerly cleaning the crystal glasses when a voice, which she was not too sure was directed at her, barely punctured the babble of various drunken customers. "Huh?" She said, averting her attention to the person who was speaking to her. "Oh, yes, shaken not stirred     eh? Life at a bar, or life working at a bar? Well, it's quite alright! I do like it, I've never worked before... Thankfully, I don't break up fights. The men do that most of the time. It's much too physical for someone like me.."

"Well, besides that, I'll get that martini started right away, sir!"

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Predicaments (x2)

The outside world was not something she desired. It was not something worth exploring, it was content with being dangerous and completely unjust. Kikumi had come to this conclusion many years ago when she stripped it bare. In doing this, she frequently stumbled upon cruelty, and when goodness seemed to prevail, she found small slivers of darkness creeping into the light of it. She was witness to the universe's biggest mistake, and although her outlook on life was strictly optimistic, she couldn't help but fall into a small cavity of pessimism when it came to the world. And what she had done to the world   stripped it bare   did the exact same to her. Her teeth chattered, her knuckles grew white as her fingers clung to the small box of cleaning supplies she had received as a gift. Kikumi felt exposed, something besides the moon was watching her. This was a feeling she had never succeeded at evading.

After a long while of walking through the dark outskirts of the city, shivers came and her hands grew clammy. She put the box down out of fear that it would fall from her grasp, and huffed out a few breaths. You know someone's going to try and murder you, don't you understand that, Kikumi? Of course, she thought, and I am well equipped at doing the same. But don't you know that they'll do it when you're alone, when you're vulnerable and without a weapon? I have a weapon! She huffed out again and folded her arms. Kikumi talked to her inner monologue while walking at a pace that was much too quick for someone who wasn't nervous about the position they found themselves in. I'm fine, I'm going home with all my new things. No one's going to hurt me, I've got my gun. It's in my box      the box that you just set down? She stopped dead in her tracks, looked around. There were masses of people, many of which shuffled around her. Had she wandered onto a street near the alleyways? No, there was no time to think of that. Her gun was no longer with her, sitting in a opened up cardboard box on a dank alley     

She turned to make a run for it, but there was someone who had not quite understood sidewalk etiquette and had done more than just bumped into her. "Please, please excuse me," She said, talking to a chest, staring at a dog tag. A.... Dog tag? "I'm so very sorry, you must believe me." Her eyes barely flickered up at the man. Someone had given her a rundown of his features days ago, but it was the dog tag, if all fails the dog tag will be the indicator. Oh God, no, oh please God. "I'm so scared." Tears were welding in her eyes, she forced them to fall. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," She bit her lip as her arms wrapped around the man's torso. "I'm scared, you wouldn't believe how scared I am. I have to walk through the alleys to get to my house, please walk me there. It'd be so kind if you could walk me there."

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ROBOTS OR DINOSAURS?

"Dinosaurs? But wouldn’t that make the robots feel awfully lonely? No no, robots don’t feel! Wait, do they? Is this a trick question?"