Rather than a wall, Akari's fist connected with Yoshitoshi Utagawa's jaw instead.
Ursula: "Get 'er, Toshi!"
It felt good, to let out that pent-up frustration, and Akari was too drunk to care who she used as her punching bag.
For her part, Yoshitoshi did care, and unlike Akari, she was still fairly sober.
She also used to be a dancer; she was quick, nimble, light on her feet and stronger than she looked.
It didn't take her long to knock the "world-famous artist" on her backside, much to the amusement of Ryuji Kokei. This was the funniest fucking thing he'd seen in months!
Chiyo tactfully turned a blind eye. She hated it, but maybe this was the metaphorical (and literal) kick in the ass Akari needed to get her act together, since well-meaning words obviously fell on deaf ears.
At this point, most people would have tried to salvage what remained of their pride and stagger back home, but not Akari Hiwatari.
Instead, she dusted herself off and decided to give Ursula Willis a piece of her mind too.
A: "Thought that was funny, did you, miss Washed Up Writer?"
U: "Oww! Hey! Stop it! Just because you got your ass kicked -"
A: "She fights dirty - I'll remember that next time."
U: "You're a menace, did you know that? Go home and sober up or I'm calling the cops...or whatever!"
Ursula wasn't sure Nekojima had a police force, but would find someone to deal with Hiwatari's drunk ass! The woman had completely lost it!
She had better check to make sure Toshi was okay...
