The Drunk Idol, Buttercup!

[Buttercup]

The Drunken Idol, Buttercup!

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    A young female Elf sat at a taverns table, drinking a brew. She yawned, leaning back against her chair, holding something on her lap as she drank. A few bottles were laid out on the table, which she had gotten two from singing, and the other two by beating someone in a match, even with her Low-Level and small size. She looked around a little, before unfurling a piece of paper, looking at it a little sadly.

    "Ohh.... I hope you're Safe..." She said, kissing the picture.
She then tucked her long black hair out of her face, and tucked away the picture into a place on her school uniform like attire. She looked up at the ceiling, humming.

    Who knew why she was here? The most common explanation people thought of was that she wanted training, so she could raise Her level, her secondary level, and her RP level. Others discussed that maybe she was looking for someone suitable to her tastes, to have as a boyfriend, or, some of the more perverted observers added, she wanted to be with a female. But all was dismissed, and they never asked. In fact, no one had ever saw her take out the picture and kiss it, except for someone in a corner, whom made a note of it in his mind, before leaving the Tavern.

    She kinda seemed like she also needed someone to stop her from drinking... After she kissed the photo, She had scrolled through her menu and had accidently de-toggled her Detox skill. So, now, she was getting a little drunk, giggling to herself.




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[Shuwen]

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Shuwen was having a stressful night. Having spent quite a bit of time to himself for what he judged to be a significant amount of time, he'd figured he ought to go do something social once in a while. Unfortunately, it didn't seem like anyone on his friend's list was in the vicinity, so he'd decided to simply invite himself the nearest bar and drink until he was feeling social. At the present, he wasn't sure if it had worked or not. On one hand, he still hadn't managed to bring himself to talk to anyone. However, the tenseness he usually felt during social gatherings was beginning to fade, so perhaps his best option was to keep drinking. Then again, he was also beginning to have doubts about the soundness of his legs, and whether he'd be able to stand if he'd manged to stand up. That made both leaving and continuing to drink a dubious prospect. All in all, he was having trouble figuring out the best course of action.

Sipping his cider, he scanned the occupants of the tables nearest to him, doing his best (and failing miserably) to look casual about it. One of the nearby occupants, a black-haired girl in what appeared to be a school uniform, was giggling to herself. I guess you get all kinds in places like these. He thought amicably. Still, she probably shouldn't drink anymore, or someone might try to take advantage of her. Adventurer or not, her current state seemed... a tad defenseless for his taste.

Trying not to be obvious about it, he used his interface to check her status bar, revealing some basic information about her. Some of their "neighbors" might notice, but the girl looked too deep in her cups to pay any attention to him. A monk, like himself, named Buttercup . The most concerning thing he noticed was that her level was very low, which was somewhat worrying. Though his self-restraint kept him from interfering, his concern was beginning to wear down his sense of propriety. I guess I'll keep an eye on her for now, but if anything happens.... Well, it didn't really need to be said, did it?

[Buttercup]

The Drunken Idol, Buttercup!

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    She hummed more, looking down at her drink, before giving it a pouty face. Her beloved drink was empty. And it was her last one she had. She frowned a bit more, as she looked around all those nice people who gave her drinks were nowhere to be seen. They probably had left a good while earlier, while she was drinking.

    She sighed, huffing, and stumbling upwards from her chair, stumbling in her drunkenness. That was something she hadn’t had before. It was an interesting feeling. She made her way to the door, a couple of of jeers, hollers, and wolf whistles headed her way, making her blush slightly, waving her hand as she stumbled out the door. On the ground outside, she hummed, trying to get her bearings, looking around. It was raining, making her uniform stick to her. “Ew…” She said, trying to straighten her quickly wettening shirt from her chest. She frowned. It looked better now. It had become baggier than it had been, not showing any kind of curves. Odd material. But she smiled at it anyways, stretching as she looked up into the sky at the moon, falling down on her butt. On the concrete. She started humming a few bars of “It’s a wonderful world”, staring at the moon, and playing lightly with her elongated ears.

    

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[Shuwen]

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Shuwen watched Buttercup leave wordlessly, not sure what to do in this situation, or if he should even do anything. Even if cars weren't a thing in this world, it was still a bad idea to go off alone while inebriated, especially if you were a girl and hadn't leveled up much. However, the more he tried to come up with an appropriate way to intervene, the more and more it felt like he was sticking his nose where it didn't belong. After all, bad judgement call or not, it had been her decision, right? It simply wasn't his business, and he'd probably only get scolded or punished for butting in. At least, that was what he told himself as he turned back towards his drink.

Or so he had planned. Just as he was just about ready to shove it out of his mind, the man who'd been serving drinks approached his table with a drink pitcher in hand.

"He-ey, don't worry about meeeee. I'm good on driiiinks." The monk preempted him. However, even as he said that, he got a nagging feeling that he was missing something. Was it just him, or did the guy look familiar?

"Shuwen, good to see you. Can you go after the girl who just left? I don't think she'll be safe by herself, considering how she left, and we're understaffed right now as it is."

Wait, what?

It took Shuwen a moment to remember. He'd done some part-time work at this particular bar previously, mixing drinks in order to make a little money and raise his crafting skill. He'd come back as a customer because he was somewhat familiar with the establishment, and thought he'd be more relaxed there. Unfortunately, it seemed to have backfired on him in this case; they didn't think twice about asking him for a favor if they didn't have enough people on duty, and since there was a good chance he'd want to continue working there in the future, he couldn't really say no without potentially burning his bridges. Well, crud.

"Fffffffffiiiiiinneeeeee." He replied. He was normally better about hiding his annoyance in situations like these, but the alcohol seemed to have robbed him of that. He stood up, slid his chair back under the table, and made his way out the door.

"I hope I didn't just make things worse." The bartender said to himself.

Buttercup hadn't gone far, so it didn't take Shuwen long to find her. Only a short distance from the door, she was sitting on the ground, humming an optimistic tune that tickled his memory. However, from his perspective, the disassociation only made her seem that much more pathetic. This is going to depress me, isn't it.

"Heeeeeeeeey." He waved an arm in her general direction. "Are ya' asking for something bad to happen? Go inside somewhere already!"

May it was Shuwen who had drunk too much.

[Buttercup]

She was happily humming, watching a puddle get hit by water, when a shadow appeared over her, she looked up, blinking, before noticing how high a level he was.

"Heeeeeeeeey. Are ya' asking for something bad to happen? Go inside somewhere already!" The male suddenly said, startling her out of her reverie as she looked up. It was a Wolf-hair player. The information called him a level 43 Monk, like herself.


She blinked up at him, humming still. “Hmm?...” She said, before taking a step back, the hum knocked off. She looked up at him, blinking. “I-No I- I’m not trying to ask for anything bad to happen… I’m just… Uh-uh… Drunk.. I haven’t been in a while..” she said, stretching her legs, raising an eyebrow at the man. If she needed too, she could run way faster then him…. Maybe…. Maybe not given how much of his level he has. “You um…. You wouldn’t want to start any trouble, Wouldja?...” She said, biting her lip, looking up. She was starting to sober up slowly by the cold rain.


Who in the world is this guy, and why is he here?... Did I seem that drunk..? She thought to herself, before straightening her uniform more, making it kind of flow around her some more, like it has been. She didn’t seem so thrilled that this monk had appeared out of nowhere… And all she had weapon wise was her throwing needles… and they were in her back pocket. She hardly used them that much.. But she might be forced to use it on this man, if he caused her trouble.


Maybe he wants to help you or something, you dolt. He looks plastered himself. She took her hand away from her back pocket, starting to straighten up. She also realized something, as she stood up. She was about an inch higher than the male. “…Oh.” She mumbled to herself, tilting her head. He’d still have the Speed advantage either way… He’s slightly smaller than me…. She looked at him, a good bit less drunk now.


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[Shuwen]

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Welp, that got her attention. Now that they were outsight, getting Buttercup 's attention wasn't nearly as difficult, or daunting a prospect, as it had been back in the bar, causing Shuwen to act a bit bolder"You've shtill got some survival inshtinct." He told her. He was trying to look at least somewhat menacing, though the effecit might have been ruined by his slurring some of the words. "Good. Just don't wait for sho long to let them kichk in. It looked like she still had some awareness, assuming she'd ever truely lost it in the first place. Maybe it had just been a delusion of his after all? Stuttering, the girl started talking defensively. It seemed she had needed to unwind, and had gotten drunk in order to do so. "Well, yeah." He agreed, a bit more amicably then before, mostly because he didn't quite realize he'd said this aloud.

Looks like there's nothing else for me to do here then. He'd more-or-less accomplished his goal, sticking around would probably just make him look suspicious, and she was now on edge. Spinning on one heel, he turned back towards the bar and went back in to resume drinking.

Or at least, that was his intention. Instead, he ended up getting the angle of the spin wrong without realizing it and ended up accidentally walking into a wall instead.

"Omph!" He let out a breathy gasp. Hmm, that wasn't right. Backing up, he promptly realized he couldn't remember what direction he'd come from, and therefore what direction to go to get back to the bar. Uh oh. That might be a problem. Leaving had been easy enough, so why was he having so much trouble getting back in? He spent several seconds pondering the question, though to the casual observer, it would probably look as though he was just staring blankly at the wall. Before shrugging, turning around, and leaning backwards against it, letting his weight cause him to slide downwards into a sitting position. "Guesh I'll shtay here then." He said to himeself. To be honest, he wasn't sure what else to do, now that his path of retreat had been cut off.