@kahixo
“Fuck yeah.” A rattling cough came out of Mika as the last of the vapors hit the back of their nose. “I bet you handle your drinks well.” Unlike them, who was looking like a greenhorn now. Mika played it off like nothing happened, immediately leaning close while pushing a few locks away from Sae’s glasses. They suited her face.
“Seiko.” What a cute name. Mika did think of the sultry tones that used to play on records in the family home. It could be a pseudonym, not that it mattered. “Wonder if you can sing just as sweetly?” The innuendo could have slapped you across the face with how Mika was now eyeballing Sae. “I got some good shit in my room, if you’re not doing anything else tonight.” Mika was on a D-rank delivery, who’d care if they took a bong and some pills to make a little vacation of it? “Sorry if I’m making assumptions, you just look like you know how to loosen up.”
“Yeah, I do. Gotta keep pace with a postmodern cavewoman during my day job, so…” That was one of many things she could say about the Mugen heiress. Fujiko was a gorgeous Goliath, a beautiful barbarian, an inked-up Amazon, a willful warrior princess with a pompadour…the list could go on. And on. And on.
“I think she weighs about two of me, she’s so big. And with a big liver like that, it had to take an awful lot of training to get mine to rival hers.” Now she could outdrink Fujiko, which was quite an accomplishment. Mugen women were about the size of tall, powerful men. Their men were even bigger and built like bears.
With Mika getting close enough to touch Sae’s hair, the Yamanaka briefly tensed up. It had been so long since she had that kind of contact that it caught her by surprise how fast Mika wanted to move. But that was good, though. It meant nobody had to think about long term ramifications.
“My parents were assholes, naming me that,” she teased. “I can’t sing worth half a goddamn, but I can play a body like an instrument.” She knew just where to touch, to caress, to suck, lick, scratch—to make a whole variety of noises.
“What kinda shit you got, sugar?” She was only asking because she was packing some psychedelics tonight. Considering how long she’d be out in the middle of nowhere, a 12-hour LSD trip sounded like a great way to spend the wait time.

















