Post by feilong on Dec 26, 2019 14:23:45 GMT
The sun set on another cold day in Waterdeep, snow making the streets of the city white. Even as festivities were starting to die down, people still saw fit to appreciate the events and have fun with each other. And who could blame them? Any chance to be with friends and family was a chance meant to be taken.
Katsuno, for her part, wasn’t quite ready to do the same. She knew no one in Waterdeep, after all, being a foreigner in these lands. Having never left Kozakura in her life up until this point, she found all these traditions to be a bit odd, but she wasn’t about to bemoan anyone for enjoying themselves. She’d do the same in their position, after all.
That and good drinks were available in abundance. She’d sampled quite a bit of these Western beverages and was perhaps a little tipsy, judging by the tinge of red on her cheeks and somewhat slowed gait. Were she asked, she’d blame the drunkard she bumped into on all the drinks she’d had, rather than him coming out of her blind spot.
And that was unfortunately what happened. Absolutely hammered, a man stumbled out of a bar and straight into Katsuno. She hardly budged, but the man tripped and fell face-first into the snow, to which Katsuno snorted in amusement. Big mistake. Even as he struggled to get up, the man was already angry, trying to pick a fight with her.
“‘Ey! You think you’re hot shit, huh!? Lemme show you what *burp* happens when ya mess with people!” Though likely intended to intimidate, his very obvious slurring coupled with the fact that he could barely stand made him look like a non-threat. This, coupled with the fact that he was noticeably shorter than the pink-haired samurai made for quite the mismatch. The drunk man didn’t seem to care, though.
Katsuno sighed. It seemed drunkards looking for fights were a universal problem; fortunately, she was experienced in the art of disarming and talking down these types. Raising her one arm in an appeasing manner, she tried to calm him down.
“Look, friend, I’m sorry. I didn’t see you coming out of there. My depth perception is a bit messed up, see?” She spoke in a foreign accent, pointing to her eyepatch. She hoped her non-confrontational tone and eyesight deficiency made him back down.
Unfortunately, that wasn’t entirely the case. The man seemed to ignore what she said entirely, choosing instead to get up in her face and glare at her, and considering his state, she wasn’t terribly intimidated. In fact, she felt kind of awkward. A wave of second-hand embarrassment washed over her as she stared at him, hoping he’d just walk away, for both their sakes.
By the gods, this was embarrassing!
Katsuno, for her part, wasn’t quite ready to do the same. She knew no one in Waterdeep, after all, being a foreigner in these lands. Having never left Kozakura in her life up until this point, she found all these traditions to be a bit odd, but she wasn’t about to bemoan anyone for enjoying themselves. She’d do the same in their position, after all.
That and good drinks were available in abundance. She’d sampled quite a bit of these Western beverages and was perhaps a little tipsy, judging by the tinge of red on her cheeks and somewhat slowed gait. Were she asked, she’d blame the drunkard she bumped into on all the drinks she’d had, rather than him coming out of her blind spot.
And that was unfortunately what happened. Absolutely hammered, a man stumbled out of a bar and straight into Katsuno. She hardly budged, but the man tripped and fell face-first into the snow, to which Katsuno snorted in amusement. Big mistake. Even as he struggled to get up, the man was already angry, trying to pick a fight with her.
“‘Ey! You think you’re hot shit, huh!? Lemme show you what *burp* happens when ya mess with people!” Though likely intended to intimidate, his very obvious slurring coupled with the fact that he could barely stand made him look like a non-threat. This, coupled with the fact that he was noticeably shorter than the pink-haired samurai made for quite the mismatch. The drunk man didn’t seem to care, though.
Katsuno sighed. It seemed drunkards looking for fights were a universal problem; fortunately, she was experienced in the art of disarming and talking down these types. Raising her one arm in an appeasing manner, she tried to calm him down.
“Look, friend, I’m sorry. I didn’t see you coming out of there. My depth perception is a bit messed up, see?” She spoke in a foreign accent, pointing to her eyepatch. She hoped her non-confrontational tone and eyesight deficiency made him back down.
Unfortunately, that wasn’t entirely the case. The man seemed to ignore what she said entirely, choosing instead to get up in her face and glare at her, and considering his state, she wasn’t terribly intimidated. In fact, she felt kind of awkward. A wave of second-hand embarrassment washed over her as she stared at him, hoping he’d just walk away, for both their sakes.
By the gods, this was embarrassing!
