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fuck it, she thinks to herself as she stomps toward the bar, located, ironically, right next to a liquor store. her cousin's words, spoken with such forced nonchalance, echo again through miyako's brain, irritating like a pesky fly that will not go away. 'why don't you ever give anyone a chance?' emiko had pressed, her voice lilting artificially high. 'i mean, you don't even try to go on dates!'[break][break]

fine. fine! miyako would go on a goddamn date. blind, deaf, whatever it took to get emiko's chirpy voice away from her ears. and so, under the full weight of a desperate and petty desire to shut her cousin up, there she was. waiting. smoking a cigarette. at a bar. for a date.[break][break]

a blind one. so, blind date, ha! funny, right? oh, miyako, what a fucking riot.[break][break]

anyway, hopefully they won't be a total dork. hopefully they like dogs. miyako doesn't ask for much, see, just someone to not make her want to scoop her own brains out and toss them on the ground in despair. hopefully they're a little weird, too, a little fun - maybe even kind of, uh, like her? a person to just, like... get her? god, she is tired of explaining herself. to anyone.[break][break]

of course they'll be late, she concludes, and then flags down the bartender for another bourbon. just as she gets her refilled glass, though, there is the sound of the door chime, and miyako tenses, immediately regretting literally everything.

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- sleepless in slateport

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For all his gutter trash talk, Ezra was a guy with high tastes. The club he owned was for the rich bastards in town. His apartment fits his award-winning rockstar style. Maybe it’d headline an episode of CRIBS one day. When he took on a gig, he preferred stadiums to holes-in-the-wall. But there was no reason to blow his load on the first date. Especially not when this place had the best cocktails in town.
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It helped that the music was tolerable and the inside way better than the outside. A lot of good bands had come out of this place. The idea of him resorting to a blind date was fucking hilarious. The guy had groupies flowing out his DMs. But a friend of a friend had put him up to it. They told him about this girl, and some part of him felt bad. It sounded like she’d fallen into a quicksand humdrum and never clawed her way back out.
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Hopefully, there were some cool, macabre stories coming his way.
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Dressed to impress, the man was in a designer suit. But it’d be hard to tell as the jacket was nowhere to be seen. A Rattata perched on his shoulder in an almost identical outfit, sans pants. To keep the riffraff away, a sleek Houndoom wove between his feet. Her slightly maddened eyes flick from guest to guest with an angry look. A spiked collar around her neck hands a supersonic speaker.
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The bell jingles as he pushes his way inside. Immediately, his eyes are caught by someone shrinking away. Well, well. Looks like we got a wallflower, boys. A hand lifts to unbutton the top button of his shirt. The hints of a muscled chest (and accompanying scars) are visible.
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“I’ve never seen a Skuntank blush before.” The Alto Maran’s accent curls out from between his lips. The way he sits leaves his legs wide open. A devilish smirk covers his face. “It’s kind of cute.” Two metal fingers snap together. The ringing gets the bartender’s attention. Guy’s lucky he didn’t whistle.
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A complicated order is quickly given. “They say what you drink tells a lot about what you are.” At least, that’s what he says. “What’s straight bourbon say about you?” His own drink is slid to him. It’s fruity and brimming with top shelf alcohol. He sips from the crystal glass. The umbrella casts a shadow across his amused face.
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He's not being a complete asshat yet? Did I mention he's SUPER famous?

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well, isn't that just fucking great. miyako's blind date is some pretentious, tattooed asshole in a suit with a goddamn rattata on his shoulder and houndoom for a guard dog. she takes a swig of her bourbon and grimaces. straight bourbon says she's trying to forget this ever happened and just wants to go home.[break][break]

the worst part? he's hot.[break][break]

miyako contemplates leaving the bar, taking her dignity with her, when the asshole in question sits right the fuck down next to her. she's so shocked and simultaneously horrified, she laughs. "haha. fuck," she remarks, slinking lower into her seat, "you're a piece of work."[break][break]

this close, the guy smells like fucking fire and wealth, something miyako could never afford. her stomach flops, and the bourbon is starting to blur her vision. she hates this. she hates him. why did emiko set her up with an asshole?![break][break]

she addresses him anyway, with the usual snarl and glare she gives everyone: "what the hell kind of entrance is that? oh, i know what it says about me: i'm a fucking masochist, clearly. what's that fruity thing say about you, prince charming?" she scoffs, rolling her eyes and signaling to the bartender for another round. maybe this date will be more tolerable if she's absolutely shitfaced. God knows she'll need to be to even entertain whatever shit this guy will inevitably spout next.[break][break]

although...[break][break]

miyako leans in closer, eyes narrowing as she studies his face.[break][break]

"do i know you from somewhere?"

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Some part of him was insulted by the obvious distaste. There were dozens of women who would fuck him for a bar from a shitty cereal jingle. But he’s a guy who likes a challenge. He finds stuff like this entertaining. Psychiatrist said it was some kind of mental disorder. All Ezra knew was it was fun.
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His reply does not come immediately. Instead, he offers up a dazzling smile. Ezra leans into the barstool’s non-existent back. Its front two legs lift off the ground, held in place by his expensive loafers. “A work of art.” The pink eye winks playfully. Then, the girl dives for him, claws out and teeth bared. And she thought he wasn’t charming? “Someone woke up on the wrong side of the mattress.” The rocker murmured over his neon pink umbrella.
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“It says I like shit that tastes good.” Sure, he would nurse a bottle of rum, whiskey, or bourbon with a brother, but that stuff never tasted good. “But fire off your kinks, queen. I don’t judge.” Except he totally did. Or, at least, acted like it. It went back to that whole thriving on conflict thing.
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He pauses for a moment as he asks the bartender for a bottle cap. He lays this out and fills it with the slushie drink.

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Fifteen bounds down to sip at his little bit of booze.
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“Probably.” Ezra murmurs after a minute. If they didn’t follow his career—which spanned theater, rock, and multiple cover songs from his mother—they remembered the clip. The one where his criminal side mixed with the public persona. It took three people to stop him from choking out a report. “Most people know my work.” He jerked a thumb toward a speaker in the corner.

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What could he say? This place had good taste in music. This song was pretty slow by his standards, but it brimmed with emotion. Something he claimed he faked. “I don’t know you at all.” There’s another sip. “Can you try introducing yourself before biting my head off?” Sure, Ezra knew the woman’s name and occupation. But that was about as far as his knowledge went.

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night's not over | open, m

POSTED ON Nov 13, 2024 18:29:41 GMT

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ah, there it is — the overwhelming sense of smug superiority mixed with self-deprecation that radiates off him, like sun rays at noon-time. miyako rolls her eyes, already tipsily annoyed with his overly familiar attitude, though she secretly cringes knowing she'd probably be the same way if she were half as famous as him. there's an indignant flare in her chest, making sure she doesn't go all fan-girl on him despite recognizing him now from multiple tabloids and television interviews.[break][break]

"well, aren't you just a king-sized bed of confidence?" she quips instead, trying for aloof and disinterested but achieving snarky amusement, "as if a guy like you even needs introductions."[break][break]

but then, remembering he asked her to introduce herself (and realizing he probably wants to confirm if her personality matches her file photo), she begrudgingly follows suit, her heart thrashing in her ribcage from nerves, too-strong drinks, and sheer disbelief that she's now talking to a guy she once saw plastered on billboards and bus-stop advertisements.[break][break]

"miyako noguchi," she states bluntly, leaning back into her stool and grabbing a cigarette from her pocket, tapping it impatiently on the bar counter while the lighter flickers in her other palm. "police officer. dog-lover. crime-novel enthusiast. photographer. current masochist. you?"[break][break]

she sucks in a drag, exhales smoothly, and narrows her eyes, the pink ember glowing warm in her peripheral vision. oh, she already hates herself for finding this fucking guy attractive. ugh.

Ezra Settentrione[break][break]