[Expecting] The Post Court Pregame (Day 1 - Mid Evening)

[Yoritomo Ochiba]

"Trying to fulfil expectations is a weary game where noone wins." She laughs wearily. "Perhaps once I've met them. I'll have time for happy."

“Yikes. That bad huh? You sound like you need more to drink, and probably a day at a spa or something.”

This time it’s Ochiba’s turn to strike as she rustles up an expensive looking bottle of Sochu. And pours them both a shot

“To expectations and the pain of meeting them?”
Her glass is raised.

[Soshi Kotori]

“Yikes. That bad huh? You sound like you need more to drink, and probably a day at a spa or something.”

This time it’s Ochiba’s turn to strike as she rustles up an expensive looking bottle of Sochu. And pours them both a shot

“To expectations and the pain of meeting them?”
Her glass is raised.

"I'll raise a glass to that. Kanpai." She raised her glass before slipping it beneath the mask once more. When it returned to the table it was empty.

"I suppose when you've dissapointed them ennough though the expectations dissapear and they stop caring as long as you're not making a mess for them." She gave a little shrug. "It's not all bad - there's always a bright side. Well maybe not always, but most times."

[Yoritomo Ochiba]

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"I'll raise a glass to that. Kanpai." She raised her glass before slipping it beneath the mask once more. When it returned to the table it was empty.

"I suppose when you've dissapointed them ennough though the expectations dissapear and they stop caring as long as you're not making a mess for them." She gave a little shrug. "It's not all bad - there's always a bright side. Well maybe not always, but most times."

“No way, nuh uh.”
The innocent table is smacked a few times for emphasis
“That’s basically death at worst, at best special forces stuff. If nobody is looking at you or acknowledging you, you don’t even exist.”

Probably spurred on by being at least mildly sloshed at this point.
“I absolutely believe you could show’em all. You got nice… bones? I dunno, veil makes it hard to tell, but you’re young, you’re travelling, you’re got… diplomatic qualities and stuff. “

Gesturing enthusiastically to the scorpion’s swords
“You carry a daisho so you probably know some secret secret Bayushi technique to kill folks with a pencil. You could totally make it with a bit of fortune and effort. Then you’d show ‘em, all the people who look down on you, or look past you, you’d make them regret every moment of it!”

glasses are refilled enthusiastically

[Soshi Kotori]

“No way, nuh uh.”
The innocent table is smacked a few times for emphasis
“That’s basically death at worst, at best special forces stuff. If nobody is looking at you or acknowledging you, you don’t even exist.”

Probably spurred on by being at least mildly sloshed at this point.
“I absolutely believe you could show’em all. You got nice… bones? I dunno, veil makes it hard to tell, but you’re young, you’re travelling, you’re got… diplomatic qualities and stuff. “

Gesturing enthusiastically to the scorpion’s swords
“You carry a daisho so you probably know some secret secret Bayushi technique to kill folks with a pencil. You could totally make it with a bit of fortune and effort. Then you’d show ‘em, all the people who look down on you, or look past you, you’d make them regret every moment of it!”

glasses are refilled enthusiastically

Kotori laughed, a little less polite but still nowhere near a rambuncious laughter.

"Nice bones? I mean, I guess I've seen them a few times. I guess it's sort of a hazard of the job -little cut here, big cut there. They're sort of white. I mean, expect when they're covered in blood." She nods, earnestly. "But I mean if we're talking about cutlery, I prefer a soup spoon - I think it's a little more interesting, requires a bit more effort. Much more impressive since it's not pointy or stabby. I guess you could sharpen it though..."

[Yoritomo Ochiba]

Kotori laughed, a little less polite but still nowhere near a rambuncious laughter.

"Nice bones? I mean, I guess I've seen them a few times. I guess it's sort of a hazard of the job -little cut here, big cut there. They're sort of white. I mean, expect when they're covered in blood." She nods, earnestly. "But I mean if we're talking about cutlery, I prefer a soup spoon - I think it's a little more interesting, requires a bit more effort. Much more impressive since it's not pointy or stabby. I guess you could sharpen it though..."

“See? Bone slasher you. How are people overlooking that? Bone slashing is very noticeable.”

Appearing to take the spoon suggestion very seriously
“They don’t stab but they actually gouge really well. There was this one guy in a ramen bar… did not know who he was messing with. Lucky they used metal ones, in hindsight.”

Nodding
“You telling me no part of you wants folks who know you’re some kind of spoon kensai? Not even a little?”

[Soshi Kotori]

Choppity Chop Chop.

"Of course not!" Kotori continued in equal seriousness - feigned or otherwise. "Then they'll take away my weapon of choice! They take away my katana, but they'll never take away my table wear, lest we look like savages."

Kotori chuckled quietly, the sound fading into a wistful sigh as she took another sip of sake.

"... I suppose it would be fairly good at gouging... makes sense..."

[Yoritomo Ochiba]

"Of course not!" Kotori continued in equal seriousness - feigned or otherwise. "Then they'll take away my weapon of choice! They take away my katana, but they'll never take away my table wear, lest we look like savages."

Kotori chuckled quietly, the sound fading into a wistful sigh as she took another sip of sake.

"... I suppose it would be fairly good at gouging... makes sense..."

“Yeah? And it’s as bad to eat with your hands as it is to gauge with them. Less experience there on my end anyway.”

Ochiba raises an eyebrow at the wistfulness
“Unpleasant… spoon… memories?”

[Soshi Kotori]

“Yeah? And it’s as bad to eat with your hands as it is to gauge with them. Less experience there on my end anyway.”

Ochiba raises an eyebrow at the wistfulness
“Unpleasant… spoon… memories?”

"Spoons? Not particularly. Simply reminiscing over simpler times. Simple, like a spoon." Kotori nodded, as if it made sense.

[Yoritomo Ochiba]

"Spoons? Not particularly. Simply reminiscing over simpler times. Simple, like a spoon." Kotori nodded, as if it made sense.

"You know, this is my fault. I got us drunk, now we're stuck talking about spoons."
Ochiba refills their glasses anyway with the last of the bottle.
"It was inevitable I guess, a lot of my nights end with some kind of spooning."

With a determined look.
"Well, one last glass, one last chance. Either you can let the night end like this oooooor, ooooor come to the club and let your hair down. Just for a bit. I heard a bunch of other visitors will be there, fun scene."
Peering somewhat blearily across the table.
"What say you?"

[Soshi Kotori]

"What say you?"

Kotori takes the last of her drink and finishes it in one swig. "I say aye!" she adds little fist pump, gathering her skirt as if waiting for Ochiba to do the same before leaving.

[Yoritomo Ochiba]

Kotori takes the last of her drink and finishes it in one swig. "I say aye!" she adds little fist pump, gathering her skirt as if waiting for Ochiba to do the same before leaving.

"That's the spirit!"
The glass is drained as Ochiba leaps to her feet, sways violently to her left and then overcompensates back right before stabilising at the table.
"To the Club! To victory!"

Extending a fist of her own the Mantis starts determinedly marching in the general direction of the club.

((Shall we/scene here? Thanks for the RP ))

[Soshi Kotori]

(( Thankyou ^_^ ))