Post by Jasmine Noir on Jul 15, 2018 12:31:17 GMT -4
Everybody's got their problems
Everybody says their same things to you
Everybody says their same things to you
You know, it wasn't often that Jasmine found herself in situations like this. Sure, she enjoyed going out as much as the next person, despite being underage... but ending up a bar fight wasn't something she did on the regular despite her usually rowdy behavior, if she was to be painfully honest.
Her night had started off fairly ordinarily. As a seventeen year old at a high school - despite the school being one tailored for heroes - she wanted to go out and party. Nothing unusual for a teenager. Considering the fact that Musutafu was one of the most boring stink holes she had ever lived it, the blonde American decided to try out Tokyo for its night life. Thus, she got dressed in blue denim short shorts, black thigh high stockings, boots, a simple white tee and a black leather jacket. Having fixed up her appearance, the blonde hopped on the first bus to Tokyo and made her way to the first bar she saw.
It wasn't anything massive, really. Just a simple pub in the middle of nowhere. She got in easily enough as she easily passed for somebody looking twenty-one at the very least. The bouncer didn't even ask for an ID after a few sweet words. Heh. Males were so easily to coerce.
Then she found herself at the bar, starting off slow with a couple of martinis and beer. It wasn't until she hooked up with a group of fun-loving females that tequila shots started. And it wasn't until some hungry dudes began hitting on them that shit hit the proverbial fan.
The fight was instantaneous.
The second Jaz told them to heck the fuck off, they started going hostile. And, unfortunately, Jasmine having the short fuse that she did, she didn't hesitate to show the assholes what's up. As soon as one of the guys wanted to wrap his arms around her shoulders to try and calm the 'grumpy blonde' up, Jasmine grabbed the back of his head and smashed his face against the bar.
Probably not the brightest idea, but, well, the blonde didn't really care. She was out to have fun. And, on some level, this counted as fun.
Tables and chairs flew, but the blonde actually found some enjoyment in it. The grin plastered all over her face was one of wild anticipation. It had been a while since she let go so fiercely and without a single thought for the consequences. It was her night to let loose, and by God was she going to fully devote.
By the time the bouncers managed to kick out a laughing Jasmine, the bar was half destroyed. Sure, her knees were kinda fucked up and she thought her shoulder was probably dislocated, but the tequila running through her veins was just enough to numb whatever kind of pain that would've otherwise threatened to make her life difficult. The blonde had checked her phone - there was some kind of event going on fairly close by. Some kind of rock band doing a cover of one of the bands from the early two thousands. Jasmine grinned. There was no way in fucking hell she was missing this.
And so, enabling some kind of maps app on her phone, she walked the alleys towards her destination, her tipsy mind completely oblivious to the fact that her step had a slight limp.
Her night had started off fairly ordinarily. As a seventeen year old at a high school - despite the school being one tailored for heroes - she wanted to go out and party. Nothing unusual for a teenager. Considering the fact that Musutafu was one of the most boring stink holes she had ever lived it, the blonde American decided to try out Tokyo for its night life. Thus, she got dressed in blue denim short shorts, black thigh high stockings, boots, a simple white tee and a black leather jacket. Having fixed up her appearance, the blonde hopped on the first bus to Tokyo and made her way to the first bar she saw.
It wasn't anything massive, really. Just a simple pub in the middle of nowhere. She got in easily enough as she easily passed for somebody looking twenty-one at the very least. The bouncer didn't even ask for an ID after a few sweet words. Heh. Males were so easily to coerce.
Then she found herself at the bar, starting off slow with a couple of martinis and beer. It wasn't until she hooked up with a group of fun-loving females that tequila shots started. And it wasn't until some hungry dudes began hitting on them that shit hit the proverbial fan.
The fight was instantaneous.
The second Jaz told them to heck the fuck off, they started going hostile. And, unfortunately, Jasmine having the short fuse that she did, she didn't hesitate to show the assholes what's up. As soon as one of the guys wanted to wrap his arms around her shoulders to try and calm the 'grumpy blonde' up, Jasmine grabbed the back of his head and smashed his face against the bar.
Probably not the brightest idea, but, well, the blonde didn't really care. She was out to have fun. And, on some level, this counted as fun.
Tables and chairs flew, but the blonde actually found some enjoyment in it. The grin plastered all over her face was one of wild anticipation. It had been a while since she let go so fiercely and without a single thought for the consequences. It was her night to let loose, and by God was she going to fully devote.
By the time the bouncers managed to kick out a laughing Jasmine, the bar was half destroyed. Sure, her knees were kinda fucked up and she thought her shoulder was probably dislocated, but the tequila running through her veins was just enough to numb whatever kind of pain that would've otherwise threatened to make her life difficult. The blonde had checked her phone - there was some kind of event going on fairly close by. Some kind of rock band doing a cover of one of the bands from the early two thousands. Jasmine grinned. There was no way in fucking hell she was missing this.
And so, enabling some kind of maps app on her phone, she walked the alleys towards her destination, her tipsy mind completely oblivious to the fact that her step had a slight limp.
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