Poker Face [Private]

She let out a soft sigh, her quiet breathing unheard by the guffawing customers whose cheeks were a rosy pink. Their bright eyes that seemed to be fogging up by the alcohol that was served quickly and efficiently, zeroing in on the feminine bodies that took up the stages and moved with grace. The strippers were all trained to act like princesses; their movements slow and sensual, jerky and hard. The scraps they called their costumes clung tightly to each woman, and as the blonde directed her gaze toward the far stage, she noted dully that a few had already removed their tops and were currently giving lap dances. She frowned slightly, her bright red lips puckering together as her perfectly shaped eyebrows came together in the center of her forehead. She disliked how easily the woman here gave themselves up; and just for a few hundred yen.

The young woman continued to watch uninterested in her surroundings, her head cradled by her feminine hand. She was leaning on the bar table, a small cup of water placed beside her elbow. It seemed the men were just interested in the whores, she thought dryly. Business was being slow today, which was unusual for the club, but the woman made no comment to her boss, glad for the easy night. Reaching for the glass, she let out a growl as she felt someone’s hand brush her butt but she held herself together and slowly, turning on the death trap heels that were a part of her uniform, she plastered a sweet fake smile on her lips.

“Hey Honey,” she slurred out, her voice purposefully hitting a drunken note. She had seen one of the Fuuma Brothers come in but hadn’t thought about it too much earlier. Having just been hired, she wanted to give off a good impression and due to the fact that they were looking for sluts and whores, she needed to act like one. This job paid well and although she hated with a passion, she needed the money to eventually open up her own bar in Lightning. Leaning forward, her breasts slightly exposed, leaving him a clue of what she could offer she brushed his shoulder with a feathery touch. The man smiled before leaning down and kissing her wetly. He withdrew after a while and spoke rather cheekily, “Doing Well here, Rika. I might upgrade you to a better location.”

He winked before leaving and once his back was out of view, she let out a grunt. “Pig,” she muttered, doing up a button on her shirt, trying to hide herself behind the garment. She’d withstand that jackass and when she quit, it would feel wonderful to rub it in his face.

Amedara was in his Usual casual apparel, his complete black clothing and close to white skin set him off in the crowd as he sat way in the back of the bar with his feet up on a table, two other men beside him. One on each side as they spoke pretty decently, Recent stories, news, general guy to guy talk. Amedara smiled at his kinsmen, pulling his feet of the table and leaning forward. So his elbows where on the table. The two chatted right between him but his eyes were glued to a woman sitting looking rather similar to his position, a cup of something next to her. He turned his head away and nudged his bud on the right. "Who's the Loner?" He asked his buddy, who was in here pretty often.

"I 'uno Sora, Look's to me lika newcomer." The man said letting out a belch. Grinning Amedara lent back in his chair. "Doesn't appear to be enjoying herself very much now does she?" Amedara asked, smiling sheepishly. His two friends chuckled quietly, the one on his left taking a sip of his ale. Amedara grabbed both of them by the heads and pulled them in close. "Follow my lead." He said in a whisper, the two nodded looking confused. Amedara stood up, and walked nearer to the woman who was sitting alone at a table. He let out a low chuckle when she muttered "pig" to the man who had just walked away from her. His Two friends sat beside him, silently, sipping at their drinks.

Amedara smiled, lent back in his chair and put his legs back up on the table, crossing them on the table, his drink in hand. His left arm resting on his left buddy's chair. The door opened and a couple more people strolled into the bar, the wind blew Amedara's Silver hair forward over his face. With a quick blow upwards the hair moved back to its original position. He rolled his tongue on the two lip rings for a moment, then opened his mouth. "You Don't seem to be having to much fun eh Woman?" Amedara said, loud enough for the woman to hear but not too many others. No one looked at him yet, he simply smiled at the woman. "Must be a Newbie to it, otherwise you'd be having a good time, Eh Hun?" Amedara said taking a sip of his drink. He forgot what he had ordered, but it wasn't very good.

He reached into his back pocket while tilting in his seat, pulling out a pack of cigs he lit one and popped it into his mouth. Pulling a lighter out of a front pocket he rose it to his cig and cranked the wheel, attempting to light it. After a moment or two only a few sparks shout out, He looked at his buds, "Nope." "Nada." they each said, neither having a light. He sighed and stuffed the lighter back into his pocket, leaving the cig in his mouth as he sat.

She had seen the man stand up and slowly make his way toward her; his pace one of easy confidence that gave her a sick feeling in her gut. Looking up at him from under her lashes, she quietly took him in, studying his body language and speech. Although it wasn't common here for a woman to be gifted with brains and good looks, Rika was luckily endowed with both. However, she acted stupid; knowing that it was her best advantage; right now anyway. It was hard for her to keep her rather sharp tongue behind her teeth, but she knew that was the best decision to make in the type of situation she was in. It rather sucked, being the only intelligent one in the building; and due to the fact that she had no friend sin the area, she was becoming very introverted; keeping her feelings inside. Rika yearned to chat to someone intelligently; she yearned for a conversation that would stimulate her mind and make her think. 'It won't be happening here, Rika; get over that fantasy, she thought dryly to herself as she turned around and began scrubbing the already sparkling marble.

His presence was rather cocky and she immediately detected when he sat down on a barstool, even though her back was to him. He chatted offhandedly about her; noting that he must come often since he could tell she was new. But what got her was how he talked about "having fun" in this kind of dump. Obviously he was a complete pompous ass, only here for the cheap woman and their rather large endowments. Hissing through her teeth, she continued scrubbing the table, her painted nails digging into the cloth. Knowing that her performance wasn't very good right now; she tried to collect herself. This was a job and no matter how much she disliked it; she needed to act like she actually cared about it. These people were her common customers, and hopefully if she was sweet; they'd tip her nicely.

Pouring each of them a cup of sake, she placed them down in front of the men, a bright smile that showed the pearly whites of her teeth beaming out. she made it look as natural as possible and with a wink she laughed, "On the house, boys." Seeing the center man which she concluded was the man who had been talking to her earlier having issues lighting up; she reached over the bar table and with a withdrawal of her hand she recovered a lighter and easily hit the wheel, creating the needed friction to cause a small flame to appear. She gently pulled his head towards her so she could light the cigarette before once again pulling back and creating the space she currently craved. Not showing it however, she smiled at him shortly, an embarrassed red lighting up her cheeks for a moment. Placing the lighter back into the white half apron she wore around her waist, she tilted her head to the side; the golden locks that were pulled back into a pony brushing against her back.

"I'm Hrikan," she started, a smile on her lips, "But ya'll can call me Rika."

Amedara simply watched as she 'ignored' them scrubbing the Bar hastily with a cloth. He let out a small chuckle. Amedara smiled, looking around the bar at other folk, dancing, falling over and laughing over stupid things. He shook his head. Here to Drink, not get drunk. Amedara thought quietly to himself. Running a hand through his hair his eyes lowered into a more calculating look. The amount of redness around his eyes, making him look rather annoyed, or possibly had something wrong with his vision. He was growing tired of his somewhat crap of a drink and swished it around in his mouth for a moment before swallowing. Disgusting. he thought, the cig returning to its location as his hand placed it back into his mouth.

The woman walked over to them now, looking...happier? no, not annoyed...Hmm...Proud. Yes Proud. She walked proudly at them, dropping 3 cups of Sake on the table. Ah.. He thought pulling his cig out and taking a gulp of it. He smiled as she said it was on the house, giving her a polite nod. Raising the cup of sake slightly into the air. As he placed the cig back into his mouth his head was pulled towards her, as she flicked a lighter, lighting his Cig. "Thank ya." he said in a muffled voice from the cig. She dropped the lighter back into a pocket and let her locks fall to the left of her as she tilted her head.

"Sora, a pleasure Rika." he said pulling the cig out of his mouth and blowing smoke away from the table. His other two buds spoke up now, "Hikiro," The one on his left said, "Yomoti" The one on his right said. Sora pulled the cig out of his mouth. "So you new around here i'm Guessing, seeing i have never seen you before." Sora said pushing the cig back in and inhaling, blowing smoke away from the table again. He glanced the woman over again, at this distance he could locate pretty much anything on her from the way her apron shaped around her body. Nothing looked incredibly dangerous. She had a nice body, for one thing, her face was pretty and her golden hair shone brightly. She was almost the exact opposite of him.

Chuckling, he smiled noticing he had been staring for a moment or two. He took another sip of his sake, the cup dinging against his piercings.

He's Staring...'

Biting the full bottom lip that was painted a bright red, she slowly tugged on it; a nervous habit she had picked up when she was a child. Whenever she knew a scolding was coming, her father having been a hard and serious man, Rika had always clenched her hands together behind her back and bit her lower lip. She now realized it was a nervous movement, that happened whenever she was feeling awkward or weird. His blatant staring that for a moment seemed to be done unintentionally made her feel weird; and a tightening in her stomach suggested that his thoughts weren't on the sake she had just given him, but on some sort of physical aspect she had. inwardly, the woman knew not to show him she cared because the look wasn't really sleazy, but the blonde wasn't at all thought up as a whore and she was extremely easy to make uneasy. She disliked any lewd comments and even contact with men she didn't know. Rika was extremely paranoid when it came to men; her childhood making closing her eyes extremely haunting.

Licking her lower lip, she pushed away from the table, a graceful motion that seemed to come easily to the woman. She tucked a stray piece of wheat blonde hair behind an ear and with her arm resting on the other which grasped the side of her rib cage. The pose looked relaxed and well practiced and only a keen eye would notice how her fingers wrapped around her side and held tight, the skin becoming white as the grip held fast. Trying to find the proper note of relaxation for her voice, she put on another smile that showed her even teeth. It looked slightly forced, but the beauty of it kept the weaker hearted distraction, "it is my pleasure to meet you all," she said; her voice near a purr.

Sora's eyes coolly melted through her, not even looking at her but at a man sitting at the bar now. He jerked his mind back into things. "Oh, Yea you too Hun." Sora said, his facial expression still emotionless and lazy as he pressed the cup of sake to his lips. She was obviously uneasy, "Why don't you take a seat..." Sora suggested pointing to a seat across the table. She's either a bad liar, knows something she shouldn't, or she Likes me. Amedara determined, Lets see... He thought his facial expression holding the same monotonous stare even though his mind was chuckling and analyzing.

Amedara watched as Rika pushed away from the table and looked away, Too obvious to be hiding something. He determined as she pushed a piece of hair behind her ear. She's got Habits i see, Nervous obviously, why, A nervous waitress? who's bright idea was this..? Amedara thought, Sora's eyes glanced up at her as she failed to take a seat or respond. He held the monotonous stare, I can feel her heart beating from here. He thought, and finally the expression broke, a smile on his face. "You have nothing to worry about, were not Drunk" Amedara said, his voice smooth and calming, clear not to startle her or cause any greater unease.