Kisara was of age though being a bit on the short side and her general appearance people often thought her younger then she was.
Kisara did not want to be here one bit. She didnât even know why she was here, oh yes she had been forced to come. She only sort of knew them, they just lived near her and enjoyed making her life miserable. Making fun of how she looked and constantly telling her that she should be more social constantly trying to invite her along anytime they went out. She hated crowded places like this it made her nervous not to mention she didnât even drink, she hated the taste of alcohol. They had promised to leave her alone and no longer bother her about going out if she with them to this club just once. She wasnât sure they were lying or not but on the off chance they werenât she decided it couldnât hurt to go out once. Maybe it would be fun, Right? Wrong. She had barely been there five minutes and she was ready to leave. But deciding it might not be too bad to try and be social she decided to stay a little longer. As she sat at the bar she tried to focus on the music which wasnât bad though not exactly her taste. Kisara knew one of two things were bound to happen, either someone would start making fun of her or try to hit on her and in a place like this it was pretty 50/50 on what might happen. Getting made fun of was nothing new though. Everyone always mocked and teased her for her pale skin and long white hair, usually just pointing and laughing or calling her names.
She was thankful she wasnât completely alone her one friend Kami. They had been friends for a few years now. He was one of the few people who thought her white hair looked neat. He could be goofball at times and knew how to make her smile. He had decided to tag along,thinking it would be fun. Also he knew she would feel a bit more comfortable if there was at least one person there she knew. By now he had already wandered off to mingle and watch the dancers. All she had to do was text him though if she wanted to leave or just have him come back over so she would have someone to talk to.
//Don't worry about it. I love OC's. Muses are muses <3
Mariku had been mistaken however, and immediately he sensed the nervousness from one of the new patrons he had called a kid. His mistake. On better inspection she actually was a very young woman. He watched her through the passing night as it wore on and saw a few men come over and hit on her. Once it escalated to straight up harassment though, he decided to walk over.
Where was her friend she had come with? Guy seemed pretty protective and a good friend if he was being honest. "You alright?" He spoke first to the young woman, and then to the group of men whom had been cat calling her. "You can't just approach someone in my club and start acting like that. Do you understand?" On the outside he put on a public face, but the inside could actually be very different. Violent and vengeful if his nerves were pushed enough.
"She just looked like she could use some company, yanno?" A blonde asked with a grin. "Besides, it's not often we see exotic beauties like this one." The other male behind him was jeering here and there abou how she was a pale as a ghost and even snickered to which Mariku didn't take too kindly to. "You, and him both out of my club." He gestured a thumb towards the door in hook motion before the male he was speaking to- thug more like it- actually started giving him back talk.
A sigh was his only bit of warning before he stepped forward and grabbed the more lewd of the two males by the scruff of his jacket and started leading him forcefully to the door. "Get the hell out! You got me?" If he saw him again he wasn't sure how he would react exactly.
This seemed to have given the other the initial hint, and so he was quickly retreating leaving Mariku to sit down at the booth across from the woman. "Sorry about that.." He checked to make sure that someone was behind the bar taking his place before he gave a light smile. "Anything you need?"
