<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/17/Aori_Kisaragi.jpg)</div><strong>Aori Kisaragi - Random French Bar</strong><br/><br/>The great thing about never really getting lost was that you could travel all over the place and always find your way back home.  Aori hadn't honestly stopped to check the name of the place before walking inside.  The sounds of revelry and the smell of alcohol were more than enough to catch her attention and draw her through the door.<br/><br/>Her current outfit had been picked up only a few days ago after her last set of clothes had been destroyed.  An indigo turtleneck matched her jeans, only recently stocked in the women's section but not perfectly designed for a woman's body yet.  Consequently, they were quite comfortable from Aori's perspective, though it seemed a bit less fun to wear something that would eventually be in style.<br/><br/>Eyes often turned for a pretty girl of any nationality, but Aori was used to it.  She sauntered her way up to one of the waitresses, giving a smile.  "What's good for getting drunk here?" she asked in decent but Japanese-accented French.<br/><br/>Confusion danced through the waitress' eyes, looking Aori over before deciding that she must be from a place with far different customs.  "Are you looking for work, or..."<br/><br/>Aori waved off the question with a look of something close to humor.  "Already got money, looking to get some alcohol in me."  She pulled out a large note, then reached up and stuffed it into the waitress' brasserie with a smile.<br/><br/>The waitress was shocked, but she also noticed the number on the note and decided to let it go.  She started to leave as Aori grabbed a seat, but others had noticed as well, and were watching.  "Maybe you should get going, little cabbage head," the waitress gently warned.<br/><br/>Aori winked to her with a smile, "Only if you come with me."<br/><br/>"Can you even see much," one of the men asked, "with those slanty eyes of yours?"<br/><br/>A sharp reply jumped to her lips, "I can see your mom from here.  She's so short her head smells like feet."<br/><br/>Two of the nearby stools scoot out as his friends jump to their feet.  "Lady or not, you insult one of us, you insult all of us."<br/><br/>Aori grinned, hopping up to her feet as well.  "Oh, I hate when people treat me like a lady."  As the waitress came by with the bottle, Aori grabbed it and chugged half the contents.<br/><br/>One of the men came by to grab her, and Aori swung the bottle, smashing it over his head and sending bits of broken glass everywhere.  Somehow her swing sent the liquid flying in his direction without spilling a drop on herself.  The others approached, but Aori smiled to the waitress.  "Keep them coming, darling."<br/><br/>It was hardly a fair fight, even when the rest of the group joined in.  Fearing the worst, the waitress hid in the back room, panicked for what might happen to the crazy young woman.  Yet, as the fighting died down and she finally peeked out, Aori was sitting impatiently at the bar while everyone else was unconscious.<br/><br/>"So the rumors of the Eastern unarmed combat styles are true!" the waitress remarked in awe.  Aori just giggled.