Bar Shenanigans

Jaina sat at the bar with a glass of alcohol. She quickly downed the drink, a frown marring her beautiful face. The little rabbit wasn't happy. All of the alcohol didn't make it better. She was clearly intoxicated.

"I tried. How long did I give him…30 minutes? Is he going to be mad?" She muttered.

"𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕, 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍? 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕. 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆." An eerie voice called out behind her.

A masked man could be seen at a nearby table. His dark garbs almost resembled rags. There was a black hood that covered his head. The mask was connected to a ventilator, helping him breathe. It also distorted his voice.

Jaina barely registered the voice. She only gave him a glance before turning back to the bar. Her mind was on other things.

'No, Sora might not be mad. What if…will he…praise me?!' She roared mentally.

Her face instantly lit up with joy as she came to that idea. The scene played out in her mind. Sora patted her on the head, his hand stopping on her chin. His golden eyes would peer into hers.

"Good job." He would say.

His thumb would rub her lips before pressing against them. She'd open her mouth slightly, allowing his finger to explore the intricacies of her tongue. Then he'd speak.

"Come. You deserve a treat. A treat only you can handle." Sora would growl in her ear. Only then would he drag her home and fill her up until she passed out.

Jaina swooned in her seat as this scene played in her head. It was like a cinematic film. Unfortunately, another thought ruined the moment.

'But Harley. Is she his lover? What am I to him? Does he even care about me? It's almost as if I'm his lackey.' She thought. Her expression grew even sadder.

"But…that's what I deserve. I'm not beautiful like these other girls. I'm a freak." She muttered.

'It's a miracle that Sora even talks to me. Wait…does that mean he actually cares about me?! T-Then maybe…' Her expression lit up once more.

By this point, the young Lockhart had already appeared beside her. He sat in the chair next to her and downed a full glass. It didn't really have an effect besides making his chest feel warm. Regardless, he silently watched the little rabbit.

He studied her expressions, observing how she constantly went from happy to sad. Sometimes she would swoon back and forth. Sometimes her face would be covered with lust. It was very interesting to watch.

The sleepy man was very satisfied with the time spent with Harley. Next time, he'd give her a taste of the very delicious Love Tap. That would be the time she finally breaks.

'It will be delightful…' He thought. A demented grin adorned his lips. 'Will she become mindless or will she grow addicted? I can't wait to find out! Heh.'

Both Sora and Jaina were thinking about different things. Only after about ten minutes did the young Lockhart return to the present. He couldn't help but poke the little rabbit on the cheek.

"What are you thinking about, my little rabbit?" He spoke playfully. Jaina jumped like a startled animal.

"S-Sora?! When did you get here?"

"...I've been here for a while. What were you thinking about?"

"Yeah. What were you thinking about, 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒊𝒕?" The eerie voice spoke up from behind.

Sora glanced over to see the one and only Scarecrow. He sat there with his feet on the table. The villain was playing with a fear gas grenade in his hand. Jaina flinched at the voice.

"Can I help you, Scarecrow?" The sleepy man spoke up.

"I don't know…𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖?" The grating voice was a bit annoying. They were in a nightclub, after all. Not a back alley.

"...This is an A and B conversation. Who said you were invited?" Sora mocked while wrapping his arm around Jaina's shoulder.

The goal was to make him jealous. A slight blush appeared on the little rabbit's cheeks. Scarecrow ignored Sora and looked at Jaina.

"You should ditch that boy toy. Come play with me. 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚." Jaina frowned but didn't respond.

At that moment, Ivy and Harley came down the spiral staircase. They quickly approached. The femme fatale locked onto Scarecrow.

"What are you up to this time, you raggedy bum?" Ivy spoke. Her tone was cold.

"Ahhhhh, Ivy. I just wanted to show this cute girl what true fear looked like. Have you ever faced your darkest fears? Hah." His words caused Jaina to look down at the ground. The guy was making her uncomfortable.

"...Don't overstep your bounds, Scarecrow. I'd hate to ruin your night." Sora warned. His words were extremely slow, which meant that he was serious.

The young Lockhart walked over to the villain. Scarecrow rose to his feet in response. His finger slowly went to the pin of the grenade.

"Overstep my bounds? That's funny. She doesn't belong to you. You don't own her. Unless she tells me herself, I can say what I want."

"Ah but that's the thing…" Sora leaned forward to tell a secret. "...Somewhere deep in her mind, she believes I actually DO own her." He whispered with a dark smile.

Scarecrow immediately tried to pull the pin. It was futile. Sora's hand had already reached the back of the villain's head. With a powerful slam, the masked man's face went through the table.

BAM

The table shattered under the force. It wasn't a weak table either. Scarecrow's mask had broken into pieces. His skull fractured as well. The villain was out cold.

The music in the nightclub stopped at the noise. Everyone looked over in curiosity. Ivy crossed her arms under her plump cleavage. Her eyebrow rose with interest.

"He has a temper…" She commented. Harley had stars in her eyes.

"Wowww…he's so dreamy!" She exclaimed. Ivy only huffed at the comment. She wouldn't give Harley away that easily. That was her only friend.

Sora returned to his seat. Noticing the little rabbit staring at him, he gave her a loving head pat. Jaina couldn't help but smile.

'He cares! He cares!' She screamed mentally.

As the group returned to their conversation, the bartender approached. He was a bit nervous but that didn't stop him. The man cleared his throat to get their attention.

"Erm…sir…you will have to pay for that table." He declared.

Sora rolled his eyes before reaching into his pocket. A stack of cash was pulled out. The wealthy Lockhart threw it on the counter and focused back on the conversation. Harley couldn't help but whisper in Ivy's ear.

"See that? And he's rich!" It seems that she'd been trying to convince Ivy about Sora for a while.

"Aren't all celebrities rich? So what? I need more time to figure him out. No way am I letting you end up with another Joker."

"He's not like Mistah J. He'll never be like that."

"I know, I know. Nobody is like the Joker. I'm just saying, Harls. Let me make sure that he actually cares about you." Ivy pleaded.

The music resumed and the group enjoyed themselves a while longer. It eventually grew late. Farewells were said, along with a kiss from Harley.

"Even your seed tastes like vanilla ice cream. Should I start calling you the ice cream man?" She whispered in his ear. Sora smiled.

"That could be our little inside joke. Tell me if you need some ice cream." He joked.

"But I want ice cream right now!"

"But I have to go."

"Awww. Rats!"

"Goodbye Harls.

"I'll call you!"

Under the watchful eye of Ivy, Sora and Jaina finally left. He made sure to speed. The little rabbit truly enjoyed bike riding. She instantly made the decision to buy her own motorcycle. That way they could ride together.