Brown Sugar Macchiato [Ýmir/OPEN?]

[Eva Liu]

Lost My Heart in Republic City~ Legend of Korra OST

There was no public recognition for helping to run a burgeoning empire. The adoring subjects that had crowded into the cafe for the Rocton Barret Fanclub's first official club outing only credited their club president, whom to be fair was outright impossible to ignore as he swanned around the cafe. But even for a glory hound like herself, this arrangement was acceptable. She'd felt the undivided attention of a hundred girls suddenly switch focus from the president onto his lieutenant, and had nearly withered away on the spot from the intensity of their scrutiny. Eva had neither his panache nor his armor of complete superiority, and that taste of being the center of attention made it more clear to her than ever that she should resign herself to a smaller supporting role despite her dramatic tendencies. The girl held no bitterness towards Yuu Kaneko for it, and rather enjoyed the devious glamour of assisting her friend where it would be improper for him to do so.

It was a given that keeping her part as his accomplice a secret meant being unable to bask in the glory of a successful first general meeting alongside the gaggle of friends he had convinced to come. Even when he gradually circled his way to her table, it was under the pretense of expressing gratitude to the first person who pledged support to him in the lecture hall, as it should be to avoid suspicion. However, once the obligatory pleasantries were out of the way, the gossip flowed so freely that they barely had any time to touch their drinks. She didn't need any plaques for her service, for this was recognition enough. When Yuu shot out of his seat upon checking his phone, Eva might have felt annoyed, if he didn't have an uncharacteristic flushed expression. Rather, the weapon gave the president a teasing smile as he rambled off an excuse about having to meet with someone else. It must have been that blue-haired girl he was beaming at after the meeting! A shame that she hadn't felt comfortable enough to attend, or perhaps it was an issue of jealousy that she preferred to not have to deal with? Eva had taken note of his remarkable way of acting with Vespera as she left the room, but had been respectful enough to not bring it up in conversation. Just another intriguing bit of information to store away, and most likely keep secret for both Yuu and Vespera's sake.

From her seat by the large store windows, the girl slowly sipped her coffee. There was no need to hurry when the people-watching was so interesting; she was content to linger and catch pieces of conversation, or simply drift away with the languid jazz music playing over the speakers. The cafe was overflowing with people as usual, and Eva jealously guarded the single open seat that Yuu had vacated. She had paid for her drink, and now she was determined to take as long as she pleased to savor it. Those standing outside for an open table could glare as much as they liked, as it only made her sip even more slowly.

[hrimturs]

^{Current Theme: [Ohh~♥]}

Green-and-white plaid pattern~♥

And that one! That one had blue stripes~♥

And over there! Pink with strawberries~♥

..!! Purple lace with velvet black frill! Ah, the daring nature of youth~♥

There'd be a few bumps and strange knocking abouts, as the various table cloths would be strangely tossed up like a wind had been blown out beneath.. as a creature of some sort darted, too fast to be seen somehow, from table to table.. guided by some unknown power that aided it in its most noble and pure of goals belonging to all true men.. A quest that many had taken before, some succeeding and others failing.. A quest that men would continue to pursue, for that was the truest and most valiant of aims to seek and achieve: The quest for panties! As the white-haired Weapon took full advantage of the fact that the cafe had mysteriously gotten crammed to the brink during his lunch with his Meister, Sparrow - a lunch that Sparrow was paying for, at that - by none other than an emperor's harem's worth of the school's various beauties! He didn't know why they were all gathered like this.. but he didn't care.. he'd known from the instant that the seats had been claimed what he had to do! And so it was that Ýmir was now darting from table to table, spying on the undergarments of the many skirt-wearing girls. His movements driven by the blood pumping in his veins, and his eyes filled with the various designs and styles that greeted him beneath the shadow of the table cloths..!

"..that one.. and that one too.. mmh, mh! And there.. ribbons on the side? Hnnngh..!"

He bit his lower lip, as an audible grunt escaped his lips at the sight of the side-tied ribbon garment. Blue-and-white stripes.. with a white bow on the front to go along with the matching ribbons on the sides and everything. At that he grit his teeth though; a twinge of regret at his mistake of having allowed his grunt to escape, as the clear voice of, "W-W-What the heck was that?!!" sounded out from above his current location. Damned panties! It was a sin to be that cute, he gurgled inwardly, even as he allowed himself one last gawk at the striped underwear before attempting to dart forth to the next table--

_^THUD

--Shitshitshitshit!! His leg got caught on something! As he felt himself slamming facefirst onto the hard, cold floor of the cafe, he groaned sorely, as a bitter, temperamental indignance filled him and he scrambled to his feet, "Hey, what the hell?! Who tripped me?!! What kind of person trips a guy up, ehhh?!"

[Sparrow Lionheart]

When Ymir asked Sparrow to go to lunch with him at Deathbucks, Sparrow was more than happy to cover for it. If it meant hanging out with his closest friend, then it was good enough for him. However, the moronic knight had no idea as to what was in store. He was completely oblivious to Ymir's intentions: looking up the skirts of random girls. For some reason, despite the signs being obviously hung right in front of his face, the knight meister still didn't get that his weapon was an obvious pervert.

Sparrow had ordered a burger and cheese fries, along with a hot chocolate for his lunch. While awaiting their order, a large group of girls stepped into the cafe, along with a flamboyantly dressed boy. Sparrow looked at the group, particularly the boy who looked funny. As he got a call and shot out of his seat, the food arrived, and Ymir was gone. And without anything to hold his attention towards the group, all there was for them was his lunch.

Shrugging, the meister started to stuff his face full of burger and fries. The young meister remained completely oblivious to the fact that his friend wasn't in the bathroom, but under the tables of the large group of girls, peeking up their skirts. However, an audible thud did not fly past Sparrow. And when he turned around, he saw his weapon on the ground, the meister's eyes filled with concern.

"Hey, what the hell?! Who tripped me?!! What kind of person trips a guy up, ehhh?!", called out the weapon as he scrambled to his feet.

"Ymir! Are you okay? Who tripped him!? Why would anyone trip him!?", called out the meister as he rushed over to help his partner to his feet. The last two questions were unfounded and quite stupid at this point, but what do you expect from the young meister known to be as stupid as a sack of potatoes?

[Eva Liu]

Her moment of respite was interrupted by the startled girl the next table over. As Eva uncrossed and shifted her legs to be able to more comfortably look over at her, she unwittingly placed her foot right in the path of the fleeing peeper. Several girls shrieked as he went crashing to the ground. "What were you doing under the table, huh?" his latest victim demanded, ignoring his angry outburst. "S-someone stop him!" "It's that pervert," her companion added as she wrapped her skirt around her legs in horror. "He was looking at us under the table, disgusting!"

As soon as she sneaked a peek at his face and white hair, Eva immediately retracted her foot and shuddered, as though that single instance of contact was enough to defile her person. It was him, Shibusen's lone Pervatasaurus rex, the famed panty connoisseur and ardent admirer of the female form, the scoundrel that regularly featured in cautionary tales passed around in the girl's dormitories. If Rocton Barret was the rugged and aloof anti-hero that they worshiped, then Ýmir Hranason was the depraved villain that new students were warned against approaching. Here he was, proving their warnings right with his lewd behavior! In public! The nerve of him!

In other circumstances, the petite Asian girl might have applauded his daring, or his dedication to his craft. Certainly, if she wasn't a charter member of the Rocton Barret Fanclub and the girls whose undergarments he so enjoyed fellow club members, she may have found it amusing. However, with Yuu gone, the responsibility of overlooking the members fell to his deputy, and she was quick to take up the chance to assert her authority in his place. Such was the cost of being expected to help lead, but Ýmir was a stranger and she shed no tears for his being caught.

"Where do you think you're going without paying?" she snapped as he stood up. "Five bucks per panty, asshole." There she was, talking big again and without thinking. The unspoken expectation for her to deal with this cretin only served to add to her ego. With the other girls too scandalized and embarrassed to do much but ineffectually point out his misdeeds, it fell to her to actually confront him. Before the borrowed sass dissipated, she turned to the naive young boy who had rushed to Ýmir's side. "This is yours? Didn't anyone tell you to keep your mutt at home if you can't stop him from humping everyone's leg?" It seemed that she would never learn about running her mouth in this school.

[hrimturs]

"..Mutt..?" came the indignant, almost growling response, as the small-by-compare brunette would find the mottled yellow eyes fixed on her with all of the indignant and crude ire of the worst kind..



..his arm promptly was thrown outwards towards Sparrow, attempting to push him aside as well as keep him from stepping in on this particular development. His nose wrinkled, as his appearance was much the same as usual to those who were looking, now that the initial shock of his falling out into the open had passed, allowing a better look at his attire of a loose, baggy t-shirt with colours splayed about it like the splashes of paint-buckets, and cargo pants that went just halfway down his shins, along with his usual heavy footwear. He let out a 'tsch' sound as he then folded his arms across his chest in his usual, incorrigable fashion, "..who're you callin' a mutt, anyways, sunflower pattern? Yours were the least entertainin' to look at out of the lot!"

He didn't care if his declaration was outing himself at this point, the accusation of being a 'mutt' was driving his blood to a full-on boil-out. He pushed onwards, furious temperament fueling him now instead of hormonal drive, "On top of that, who would pay five bucks for such a meager showing. The only one who was actually worth that sort of cash would be purple lace over there!" surprisingly, he threw his hand outward and pinpointed the exact girl in question, in turn causing her to squeal and cover her - now blushing a flustered, burning red - face.. If it weren't for the fact that he'd been spying on young girls' panties, the fact that he could pick out a girl in a crowd of so many just from seeing her legs and underwear would possibly be impressive, as opposed to downright scandalous.

[Eva Liu]

She met his irate look with a fierce glare of her own. Like staring down the mean dog around the corner of her old street, she thought to herself. The same one that managed to jump over the chain-linked fence to chase after her and her cousin Jack after a particularly enjoyable bout of barking back at it, actually, but this would not end the same way! Not even the embarrassing reveal wrapped in an insult would faze her, Eva refused him that final triumph, even as she chewed the inside of her bottom lip in frustration. But oh, it stung to have to allow it to slide by, and just how did he even sneak a peak? How long had he been dashing from table to table? Without breaking her own belligerent expression, she tightly tucked her skirt under her legs. The claims about his peeping abilities really hadn't be exaggerated. It was impressi- No! She wasn't even going to concede to the extent of his skill.

Before he could don a victorious smirk, she flipped her hair and turned her head away, scoffing. Looking at no one in particular and purposely avoiding his gaze, the girl reached for her cup of coffee. "I'm sorry, I should be more understanding. Of course you'd be this obsessed with panties, since you can never actually get anyone out of theirs. This is more like a pity showing," she said before taking a sip as daintily as she could. Looking back the other way just for a moment, she spoke in the general direction of the boy whose assistance Ýmir refused. Her accusation of being a mutt struck a chord with the white haired weapon, and unwise as it was she was going to continue pushing at it. "Really now, don't you know how rude it is when your pooch is out barking at everyone? Get him under control, it's ruining my lunch. If I wasn't so reasonable I'd say that you should front the money for all of us. Bring a leash next time."

[hrimturs]

The veins in the Weapon's forehead were sprouting more and more, as his fury grew more wildly out of control over the consistent accusations of 'mutt'dom.. "Pooch? Barking..? Leash..? Heyrðu mig nú, skassið þitt," his voice broke down into almost maddening mutterings and murmurs as he grit his teeth. That little flatchested diva was looking down on him? That wasn't going to pass lightly. Not with him. He wasn't the type to back down from a challenge by a long shot, and especially not when he was being called into question of not only his manhood, but his status as a man in general. He clenched his fists tightly, and then raised his right hand up, and threw a punch.. sidelong into his left palm. A strangely.. wild.. expression of pure daring on his face, as he smirked wider than he'd maybe ever been seen smirking.. his annoyance evident, though, by his twitching eye, "Alright then, missy, I'll show you my real power - a challenge! Your choice, winner gets whatever the heck he wants--"

"Make him wear a collar!"

"Tie his leash to a pole!"

"A muzzle! Make the mutt wear a muzzle!"

The various peeved and angry teenage girls cut him off to announce their terms.. as the white-haired youth watched the brunette leader of the girls turn to her companions. He crossed his arms and waited.. boiling beneath the surface, as his expression betrayed his barely withheld ire.. until the brunette returned, "Fine, whatever! If you lose, our club president is going to walk you around the school on a leash, while you're muzzled. Now what do you want for winning, mutt?"

"Oh sure. Muzzle. Leash. Walkies. Whatever.. I'll show you just how good I am. Can't get a girl's panties off? Was that it? Huh.. huhuhuhu.."

..And there it was. All that frustration and irritance suddenly came spilling out of the white-haired youth.. like a wavelength all of its own, predatory and unsavory, his eyes lit up like that of a hungry beast's, and fixed on the girl, while an almost monstrous aura exuded from him..

"..huhuhu.. if I win.. I get all of your panties - all of the girls in your club'll hand 'em over willingly! That's the bet!"

[Sparrow Lionheart]

As Sparrow rushed to help his weapon, the brown-haired girl stepped up to him. She addressed his weapon as if he were a dog. Of course, this being Sparrow Lionheart, one of the many meatheaded morons to walk Shibusen's halls. While he was probably the nicest of such a group, he was probably one of their dumbest as well, his farm upbringing making him oblivious to the world, and with the only intelligent person in the family having been too busy with work to raise him.

"But he's a person, not a dog. . .", replied the meister innocently.

But before he could continue on, Sparrow would find himself being shoved to the side by his weapon. Ymir looked pissed at the prospect of being addressed as a dog. He then mentioned Eva's panties, and how the only ones that were worth watching were the purple ones. That was when the meister tugged at his meister's shirt. "Why were you looking at underwear, and what's so special about the purple pair you mentioned? And why are they so mad at you?", asked the moronic knight innocently.

After that, Eva mentioned how Ymir couldn't get passed their panties. The meister scratched his head in confusion as he listened in on this. Then Eva addressed him again, telling him to keep Ymir on a leash. She told him that for some reason, she wasn't making him pay up for Ymir's misdeed, and to bring a leash next time.

This upset Ymir greatly, causing the meister to frown. He then challenged them to a game. But before the game could be listed, the other girls chimed in that Ymir should be put on a leash, and should wear a muzzle. That was when Eva told him that he'd be walked like a dog. Ymir then listed his condition: that the girls give their underwear to him.

That was going too far. . .

"Stop being mean to each other! I'll pay for what Ymir did, if it gets you to stop! How many pairs of underwear did you look at?", he chimed in, asking his weapon so he could get the money together.

But if mom heard about this, then she'd be mad. Not at him, but his weapon for being a pervert. She hated perverts. . .

[nova]

OUTFIT: Deathbucks Uniform

It was supposed to be a typical day at work for one November Black, the Demon Weapon with a growing reputation, mostly down to the acts of her eccentric partner. She'd planned the same boring shift. The quicker the better. The less fuss the better. The less hassle from the customers the better. However, even with Dizzy on her heels, today seemed more annoying than usual. It must have started when some vaguely familiar faces entered Deathbucks. Some part of her had warned of imminent danger, but Deathbucks was a hot spot for the Shibusen Students. They were her wages, so she couldn't do anything about that gut feeling of 'ohgawd'.

She'd spent a lot of time after that assuring herself that nothing would happen that may or may not get her in trouble or caught up in it with people she'd she at Shibusen around and about the next day, head held low as possible. Today was busy as well, above all things. Crowds outside that would knock her and annoy her if she stepped a toe outside in uniform. On one hand, more people meant more tips, and that was awesome. But on the other, the whole 'hassle' thing was a bother. Nova was starting to get sick of Deathbucks, even accounting her staff discount. Why didn't these people take out?!

Nova had been in the back room, taking a break for a few minutes while Dizzy took over for a bit, lazing on the seats. If he could handle it. The older boy of 18 wasn't called Dizzy for nothing. Mostly, she'd taken a few minutes out, to make sure she wasn't there when the bomb went off, now some white-haired boy she recognized had walked in...and promptly vanished. The raven haired girl was almost dozing off into a nap, before..."Hey, Nova? Hey! Nova! We got something goin' on out-front. You might wanna kick some peeps' out, sharpish." Dizzy burst in rather loudly. without warning or knocking on the door first. Nova just groaned, turning her head to face him. "...What? Fine. I'll be out in a bit." Dizzy smiled awkwardly at her, a little nervous. "Hehe...Well, actually, you might wanna be a little bit quicker. I don't want to have to call the cops." Dizzy scratched the back of his head. The Demon Chakram got up, and tilted her head at him. "Eh? What for?" There was a pause.

"Uhhh...Sexual Harassment?"

--- -- ---

The coffee shop was just as busy as it had been before. After a few months, Nova no longer felt shame in wearing her skimpy, and rather ridiculous, uniform before so many people she might know. For a few moments, her bright blue eyes scanned the shop for the trouble makers, Dizzy standing behind her, looking like he had something to say. He would open his mouth to speak, and then pull back, thinking some more, before starting again. He would do this every time Nova was on shift. Never managing to say what ever it was he was wanting to say. Nova had long since learnt to ignore him. Eyes settling on a small group of teens her age, Nova found her problem.

She coughed once, and took a breath. This was never fun, asking people to leave without getting a full force of rage. But never mind. November approached the group, making a scene in front of all the customers, to whom Nova would smile apologetically. By a table close to the arguing group, now the only noise in the silent coffee shop, aside from Nova apologising to one or two people, Nova asked a couple of lovers to move from the table they had been occupying with a friendly smile. They did so, slightly nervously, Nova thanked them, and promised a drink each on her behalf. Then, daringly, the rather busty teen, climbed onto the table...

A pulled out a megaphone from seemingly nowhere, a slight screechy noise resonated as she turned the amplifier on. "WILL THE PERVERT, AND HIS TWO FRIENDS, KINDLY LEAVE THE VICINITY OF THE BUILDING, BEFORE MY IRRITATING - What?! - CO-WORKER IS FORCED TO CALL THE COPS, AND YOU ARE ALL PERMANENTLY BARRED FROM THE SHOP. DON'T MAKE ME USE THE CHAIRS, AND/OR PEPPER SPRAY. THANK YOU FOR YOUR COOPERATION." The same screechy noise could be heard as Nova turned the Megaphone off, glaring down at the small group of three, free hand on her hip. The shop was now in totally silence, a side from a small wimpering sound in the far courner, behind the counter.

"I-I-I'm not irritating! Surely not! I t-t-try to be sssuch a gentlemen! Why? Why! Whhyy?!"

[Rocton]

Ashley was always bugging his meister about Deathbucks and how cool it was. Rocton never really understood why an overgrown kid loved a coffee shop so much. He had overheard stories about some kind of attractive uniform from some of the more immature stupid kids around school.
Given that kind of reputation, the firearms meister tried to stay away from the place as long as he could, even if Ashley constantly nagged him about visiting so he could meet his friends. For awhile now, excuse after excuse, escape after escape, he had managed to avoid the whole conversation entirely but Ashley finally broke down and did the one thing he always did when he needed something from Roc. He cried just enough to get him to agree to visit.
Thankfully, the silver haired genius convinced Ashley to let his friend go on his own time so it would be a glorious surprise and make the whole thing a million times better. This way, he could go on his own time and mentally steel himself and prepare a mental sanctuary for himself so he could ignore how annoying it would be to just be in presence of all the perverts and loud people.
It was too late to back down now though, he was at the door, no turning back without looking like an idiot. Slowly, the door was pushed away, his feet following inside an..

WILL THE PERVERT, AND HIS TWO FRIENDS, KINDLY LEAVE THE VICINITY OF THE BUILDING, BEFORE

"NOPE" he thought as he just as swiftly regretted the whole thing and walked back out.

"I can deal with Ashley, I can deal with the idiots, but godamm I will not subject myself to that woman before writing my will"

As he left to go back to his usual street food run, the cool air helping him gather his thoughts in peaceful silence he stumbled upon a revelation.

"I DON'T EVEN LIKE COFFEE!"

[Eva Liu]

Sparrow cut in before she could give her answer to Ýmir's terms, naively taking up her demand for monetary compensation. The poor child, how did he ever ally himself with this villain? His plea was earnest, and it seemed as though he really would try to appease the girls, that simple boy. However, there was no way Eva could actually accept his money- it was simply improper, and besides! This had gone beyond defending their collective honor. She refused to let go of that personal slight, even as she continued to pile them onto the panty connoisseur. Why should she? The moral high ground was all hers, how dare he continue barking back at her. As if she'd back down now. In face of his hair-raising, nauseating leer, the petite girl continued to put up a front of condescension. He thought he was going to shock her into submission with his lecherous demands? Hah! Even if he'd won the challenge, Eva was sure to make it a pyrrhic victory. Panties? He wants them? He's going to regret ever thinking about asking for them. They'll all see who has the last laugh, and it certainly wouldn't be Ýmir. It was reckless to accept his conditions without conferring with the other members first, but they could not present even the slightest hint of hesitation.

"Is that it? That's nothing, what-"

The screech of the sound system interrupted their bickering once more. The girl's eyes flicked from the irate coffee shop worker to the pervert in question and his unfortunate partner as Nova began her announcement, but the appearance of a certain individual of some significance drew her attention away. The sudden collective loss of breath, intermingled with barely suppressed whimpers of adoration, was almost still audible under the worker's angry vocal barrage. More than a few girls clutched at their chests and one another helplessly as their idol walked through the door. It was him. It was really him. Their tall, dark, and brooding hunk had somehow sensed their distress and arrived to take care of the white haired imp that was plaguing them! They were going to be able to witness Rocton Barret dish out a beat down- for their sake. Oh, what a wonderful turn of events, if only their hearts could stop fluttering so in his presence! Eva's own jaw dropped in surprise, but her disbelief only become too much after Mr. Barret immediately turned around and walked out of the shop. Just where was he going? This was not how it was supposed to play out. The girls' rapture quickly turned to distress as their hero shrugged off the role that had place onto him.

Well damn! Even if Rocton wasn't going to beat him, the established finally addressed Ýmir's misconduct. Life had still intervened for her to take his punishment off of her hands, and she smiled smugly at the two for it once she recovered from Rocton's brief showing. The brunette leaned back into her chair and crossed her legs before lifting the cup to her lips again. "You heard her, scram," she said, displaying a selective ignorance of Nova's phrasing. "No one wants you perverts hanging around. Get out already."

[nova]

THEME CHANGE
Soul Eater OST;
In his mind, DB sways his shoulders and dances.

The silence lasted for a few moments, Dizzy heart-broken and in denial, huddled in the corner of the counter. Nova leered over the group of trouble makers precariously, eyeing them with a malicious glare, pouting slightly. Despite wearing her uniform, she still managed to be a little frightening. Mostly in a 'my god, she's completely psychotic' sort of way. It was most likely all down to the fact she would go out of her way to point you out and embarrass you in the middle of your favourite coffee shop. Pretty much all of the shops customers were now staring at the group if they hadn't been before hand. However...

...The girl in the group had excluded herself from Nova's warning, leaning back and sipping her coffee, addressing the two boys like they were the only people in question here. "You heard her, scram. No one wants you perverts hanging around. Get out already." Nova raised an eyebrow at Eva, folding her arms, glaring down at the fellow student. The girl had been adding to the display of public miss-conduct, so she was to exit the building also. The Demon Chakram coughed once, scowling. "Nope. You too sweetheart," - The Megaphone was switched on with a screech -

"SO MOVE YO' FIVE DOLLA' ASS OUT BEFORE I MAKE CHANGE!"

Nova was now leaned in front of Eva's face, a crazed expression about the raven-haired girls features. One eye larger than the other, eyebrow raised, the other closed slightly with a nervous twitch, glaring and teeth showing a fraction through her lips. "Ya' get me? Move it!" Her head moved to glare at Ymir, Sparrow, and Eva in succession crazily. "All three of you!"

[hrimturs]

She agreed? No way, she freakin' agreed?! The Weapon was riding high on the waves of his small victory. This was going to be easy! All he had to do was clear some meager challenge and then.. and then..

Ahhn~♥

..in his mind, he saw it. The shower of a hundred panties. All shapes and sizes. Lace, silk and cotton. Patterned, striped and plain. He could see them begin to pour down above his head, as if unleashed from some celestial basket of freshly cleaned laundry. The gates of heaven were truly about to open for hi--*HREEEEKH!!* The sound of a megaphone ripping through to his brain obliterated the fantasy, as he barely made out what was being said over the fact of his ears still ringing. The white-haired Weapon turning his fury now towards the source of the loud noise-making interloper on his daydreams.

"Ow, ow, ow, OW!! Who the hell? What the hell? Who the fuck're yo--" Boobs. Huge, amorous globes of divine proportions, "--beh, wuh.. duh.. huhh.." the Weapon's words trailed off into incoherence as he simply gawked and partly drooled at the mammaries of the megaphone-wielding employee, utterly oblivious to his worldly surroundings. Even his prior fury of dealing with the brunette from before had immediately dried up and dissipated due to his absolute enchantment by the fixation he had now taken upon himself.

[Sparrow Lionheart]

Before Sparrow could chime in further to convince them, the screeching of the megaphone forced the boy to cringe. The girl with the big chest called out to the three to leave the shop. Sparrow, not questioning the order, gathered the food and drink that he paid for, his and Ymir's. The girl was very scary while yelling over the megaphone, and Sparrow didn't want to cause anymore trouble, despite having done nothing.

For some reason the girls turned their attention to the door while the black-haired girl was on the megaphone. Sparrow, oblivious as to what was going on with the group, turned to the door too late to see their hero, Rocton Barrett, pop on in only to walk out. The girl, Eva, had told them to get out, exactly what the meister was getting ready to do. Nova told her to get out, while Ymir was staring at the big things on her chest.

"Let's go. . .", said Sparrow, tugging on his weapon's shirt. When that failed, the meister sighed. He then grabbed his weapon by his shirt, and started to drag him out towards the door, on his butt if he had to. No matter what the weapon said, Sparrow was ready to comply with the big-chested, scary girl, and would make his weapon do so as well.

[Eva Liu]

Oh? So that's the way it was going to be. Take the high road, turn the other cheek, suffer silently as the wronged victim, all that "dignified in the face of injustice" talk. What a load of crap. Her? The one who'd had her undergarments peeped at, treated like she was the one at fault here for calling out the pervert? As if! What was she supposed to do, take the blame upon herself for not wearing shorts under her skirt to prevent peepage? Remain calm and rescind her feelings of having her personal space violated? One hundred percent certified bullshit, and that waitress reeked of it.

Eva had leaned far back in her chair under the verbal barrage, but did not otherwise squirm or wince even as Nova loomed over her. With an irritable sidelong glare, the girl lifted the cup to her mouth once more and slowly drained it of its contents before setting the cup down. "Well? I can't leave if you're still hovering over me," she said as icily as she could to contain the indignant anger bubbling up. The girl snatched up her purse from her seat and brushed past the dazed weapon and his helpless meister.

The hell she think she is anyways? Talking to me like I'm the one causing trouble. Look at that guy! He admitted to it to everyone there, and he's still standing there staring at her tits like it's the only pair he's ever set his eyes on. And I get kicked out too, for what? That hoe ass, hussie ass. I don't give a crap about your feelings, you're there to serve me, get it straight. Giving me attitude like that when I didn't no anything wrong except get mad- justifiably! Blah blah blah 'five dollar ass before I make change.' Bull. Shit. Have fun with your no-tip, bitch! I don't want to give my money to a place that treats people like this anyways. The fuck with your name. I'm gonna tell everyone I know to stay the hell away from here, treating people like-"[/color][/i]

BLAM!

She was fuming to the point of almost being wholly consumed with her outrage, and managed to walk straight into the glass door. Eva was taken aback, offended even by its existence, but quickly threw her chin up in the air to open the door and walk out as though nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. Her stinging face didn't matter as much as her shredded pride.