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Date & Time: New Year's Eve!! EVENING
Location: Around town
Characters: Tyki Mikk and OPEN? Feel free to threadjump each other, or be partying already somewhere.
Summary: Tyki Mikk goes barcrawling. It's the new year, he wants to party!
Warnings: n/a so... far. Warning for Tyki maybe?

[He still hasn't said a word over the network, and he doesn't feel any particular urge to get on doing that - there's plenty of interesting people here, probably. But Tyki would much rather meet them face to face.

He's always been a rover, and ofttimes a drinker. As well, it's a holiday. That's what brings him out tonight. He'll wheedle his way into some debauchery if it kills him, and he's sure it won't. Playing poker should net him enough cash for women and drinks if he runs low, but he hasn't spent that much and doesn't expect he will.

If he runs into other outworlders on his leisurely trek through bar after alley after bar, that's a nice bonus. Find him anywhere!]

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[ This is supposed to be a celebration, is what she's gathered, but Khisanth is getting tired of... basically all of it. It's a stream of uninteresting and drunk men, a slew of shrill and drunk women, and it won't stop raining. She's just stepped into a huge rain puddle and probably ruined these stupid shoes, and the umbrella blew away about ten minutes ago, and she's pretty much ready to kill the next annoying human that hits on her.

...But then that's not very qhen of her, is it. She takes a deep breath, brushes wet hair back, and calls to mind a spell. It creates an invisible shield above her, which at least keeps the rain off. Which is... a start. But this mood is still pretty ugly. ]

[Aw, you poor stray. Tyki catches a glimpse of her and - honestly he's laughing internally. A woman a cat dragged in! He stops with a winning smile.]

Well, now... you look like the night's giving you a hard time.

[ She shoots a look over at him as the calm of her qhen training evaporates, just daring him. Come on, be obnoxious. She's ready. ]

It's a greatly overrated night, I'm finding.

[Oh my God he can't resist that, Khisanth. He slides eeeeeeven closer, eyes bowing up as he grins.]

Well, it's as good as any other night... but you can have a great time any night. Cheer up!

[ EYES NARROWING. So, so wary. ]

I hope you're not offering to improve it. The last man that did is still nursing burn wounds.

I'm no ordinary man. [Eyebrows.] Maybe you should try a happier outlook!

[ She holds up a hand, all fingers curled down but the pointer, which lights a small flame at its tip. Her favorite trick. ]

It's plenty happy.

[ Says the glaring lady, very convincingly. ]

[Oh no he's having fun. He eyes this flame, and then reaches for his pockets and slides out - a box of cigarettes.]

Give me a light?

[ She blinks, irritating fading for favor of... mild surprise. Most guys back off pretty fast at a visible magic threat, they don't ask for a light.

Well.

...Why not?

She clenches her fist to quench the flame, but gestures for him to pick his cigarette and get that whole business set up. ]

Out of the rain is better, I think. [He sidles away from the center of the narrow street to stand under one of the town's ubiquitous awnings. Water sluices off the oiled cloth and he cups a hand over the cig to protect it from getting wet.]

[ And she follows, reluctance dropping away quickly. Maybe this guy isn't quite so terrible. Maybe.

She lifts a finger, reignites it, and holds it to the tip of his cigarette, but her eyes are on those marks at his forehead. ]

What are those?

Nothing you need to worry about. [He winks a beer-gold eye at her and holds out his cigarette again. Go on.]

[ ...Huh. Those are pretty nice eyes, now that she's standing a little closer. She wonders briefly if he's a black dragon too. It doesn't seem like it, but then she hadn't been able to immediately tell with Deathwing, either...

Still distracted, she lifts a finger to light it. ]

I'm not worried about it. I just want to know.

It's nothing at all, missy. [A secret. The tip of his cigarette flares into life a moment after he holds it in the flame. He brings it close to enjoy a drag and then his attention wanders back to her.]

You can't be from around these parts.

[ Well that's a shitty way to divert a question. But it works, at least for now. She lowers her hand and kills the flame, even as she's still watching him curiously. ]

No. And I doubt if you are, either.

[He's full of shit. Come find out how much, Khisanth.]

You caught me. What's your name?

[ There's a second where her lips shape the wrong sound, but she stops herself before any part of it makes its way out, and corrects herself: ] Onyx.

And yours?

Tyki. [He grins. This seems promising.] Do you want to have a better time?

[ oh come on EYES GOING RIGHT BACK TO NARROWED, and she shifts from an interested lean to a stiffer straighten. ]

I just told you about the burn wounds, didn't I?

Why don't you try your singey trick if you don't have a good time?

[Here's another soul whose usually up for his fair bit of debauchery and misbehaviour, but tonight he's out on a mission because he realises he only has an hour and a half to go until midnight and he's devoid of two or three rather vital ingredients to seeing the new year in.

The first- and already acquired- are candles for a birthday cake which is chilling in the fridge back in his apartment.

(The second thing is milk, but that is easy enough to come by closer to home)

The third and most important thing he's been hunting for is champagne, which he has managed to procure from a generous bartender and is now being carried back not too inconspicuously towards the living quarters.]

Ah~ A very Happy New Year to you in advance!

[ Takegami was in a good mood for drinking. That was a fact that a few more wise members of the natives have noticed and decided that it would be for the best to be no where near him when he reached that fighting mood that they had been witness to. Others didn't seem to know or care about it as they tagged along, enjoying the quick banter and the snatches of songs that they could coax from the pretty Japanese man.

It was this loud and rambunctious group that piled into the next bar, Takegami shaking off the clinging hands of a couple local beauties and strutted across the bar to claim a stool and snatch at the nearest bottle at hand. ]

You don't mind sharing?

[In the swill of drunken excitement and celebration, there's a group of rather large, rather rough, rather displeased gentlemen pouring out of one bar in particular— and setting immediately off down the streets in search of something. Or someone. There's rumblings about some kid (or 'old man'?— there seems to be some confusion), who'd unjustly made off with the entire pot, from the sound of it. And their intentions aren't exactly friendly.

Tyki wasn't the only one playing poker tonight.

The men pass heedlessly by one thin, dark alley, where some kid is crouching in the shadow of a dumpster. He's got a black cap pulled down over his hair, and the collar of his tattered coat hides half his face from view. And his wallet's comfortably heavy tonight, but he can't rest easy until he makes it back to the flat. He can't afford to run into anymore trouble tonight, either; after all, he can only pull something like this off a few more times in a single city, before he has to worry about reaching a certain level of infamy. This is the second time in four weeks...

A guy's gotta pay the (food) bills somehow, though.

Tim sits high above on the edge of a rooftop, watching the streets like a tiny golden sentry. Allen listens to the footsteps fade, and waits for his golem's signal before he rises to his feet with his back pressed firmly against the brick wall, peering cautiously into the street.]

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[ She folds both arms over her chest, watching him closely. Don't think she won't try the singey trick if this sucks. ]

What did you have in mind?

Tyki looks towards the stranger with an expression of amiable surprise. He's a friendly enough sort (under the right circumstances) but he's not wholly the kind to up and say hello, even if the man looks interesting enough. "Well, same to you. Aren't you going to stay for the party?"

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