Mysterious Man (1)

After being escorted to the bar in the clubhouse not so far from the place we stopped at, my thirst started to swell.

Richie stood out by the door staring at the clubhouse, curious, to the smell of alcohol. Though the slave boy did not dare to step inside the club. There were a lot of people inside since this was a local club. From young Knights to middle-aged men, the entire clubhouse was filled. The coachman's complexion was much worse. He was about to faint when he smelled the smell of alcohol.

Instead of cheering anyone up, I gave everyone a look that said: 'Do not faint outside the door.'

I rubbed my stomach. In my previous life, I was obsessed with wine, alcohol, beer, and vodka so much I was called the "Madwoman of Alcohol!" if not so much the title of Evil Queen. Time to celebrate I tell you!

As I entered, the bartender looked at me, surprised by my entrance.

"Young Miss? Did you come to the wrong place? Are you lost?" he asked politely. He was currently serving a bottle of vodka to this middle-aged man sitting on the other side of the bar, who was dozing off. My tongue unconsciously licked my lips as I stared at the bottle of vodka.

My heart started beating. Oh~ My~ Vodka~~ It's right there! In front of me! Weee!! I danced in my heart.

"No. Certainly not." I answer staring at the bottle. There was no way, I wouldn't. The bartender looked shocked as he watched me sit across from him. "A glass of vodka, "I ordered.

The bartender blinked twice while staring at me. "It's rude to stare," I order. He shook his head and quickly passed a wine glass in front of me. He hesitatingly poured a little bit of vodka into the glass and put it down.

I rolled my eyes. I took the glass and took the vodka down in seconds. ～(￣▽￣～)(～￣▽￣)～ Joy expelled out my mouth. I groaned loudly.

The bartender looked at me surprised. I wiped the juicy salty alcoholic drink from my mouth.

"More," I order. I bring the glass closer to him, tapping the glass's bottom part.

"??"

"I said, more," I say even more coldly and angrily. But what escapes my mouth was a sweet voice. He nodded and then put out more vodka into my wine glass. I smile in happiness. This is heaven! I cry under my breath! I suddenly felt all the evil vibes that I had possibly felt away from me!

I could feel the Emperor's disdain away from me. I could feel the struggles of my life getting away from me. This is what it means to be sober eh?

Ah~ I licked my lips as I take the glass to my lips. I miss this... I licked my lips more, forgetting the people around me.

***

"Look! It's a woman!" someone murmured as they noticed a petite small fragile figure in front of them.

"No way! Is she here to look for her husband?"

"She seems too young..."

"Man- did she come here for milk??" someone asked in a mocking voice, and soon laughter erupted.

"I can tell you- she can be my woman!"

"She could be ugly! Her face is hidden her cloak!"

"You fatty- there is no way she'd agree to be your woman!"

"I wonder if she is a prostitute!"

"A slave even!" more laughter erupted. "Tell her to open her cloak so that she could show us her face!"

A few even started licking their lips as they stared into the woman's back, drilling their eyes on her. Unknowing to this, the woman sat down in front of the bartender and asked something.

"Hey!" a man whistles.

***

I turn my head around to hear the source of the sound. I raise my eyebrows, clearly annoyed by this. Tch. Who wants to disturb my peace??!

"Hey, you! You woman!" the man whistles. I turned to face a group of men staring at me with mockery behind their voices. They were a pair of all ages, youngsters to middle-aged men. I turn away, clearly annoyed, ignoring their existence.

"More Vodka," I order the bartender.

"Oy! Are you shy?? How dare you ignore us!" another one yells. Tch. Who ruins my goddamn soberness! I am meditating you old freaks! Go barge someone's else's drink solitude time!

I rolled my eyes in front of the bartender and say:

"Can you tell them to shut up?"

The bartender purses his lips and shook his head, "Sorry miss, we cannot drive away customers,"

I click my tongue in annoyance. Tch. Tch.

Well, I don't need their yelling, I need my drink! Oh well. "Then more vodka," I say pushing another glass in front of him. Eternal peace, I mutter.

A felt my granny's heart at ease. I felt all of the troubles that God has forced into me leave my body. Feeling sober, I felt good. I rubbed my stomach and promised myself that I would eat after this drink.

I spy at the glass of vodka. I need to buy this bottle somewhere and drink it in secret.

Then someone slams the table loudly. I flinch, my eyes turn cold. I felt someone's cold gaze excruciating and drilling into my back. His hand was right in front of me, locking me to the table. Is this the table kabedon? Except that I am facing the other way?The F?

"You B*tch... how dare you ignore us!" he barks into my ear. The bartender flinches back, cowering in the corner, unable to help me. I glare at the traitor. Seriously? So this is the reason why this coward was unable to shut the customers up? He's a scardey-cat?

"I am your senior! You should listen to us!" he orders me, while not even facing me. I still ignore him, burning down my anger, anguish, anxiety, mental stress, and my impulse to punch this stupid motherf*Cker on his face. I unconsciously fan myself.

Burn! All of the extra fat calories! Burn!! Soberness makes people weird.

"But I can forgive you if you come to warm up my bed," he changes his tone. Soon everyone in the bar starts laughing, except for the bartender.

"No, how about come warm my bed instead?" another man yells far away.

"Be my woman!" someone snickers.

"She's probably too ugly to show her face."

"..." I change my mind. My stomach growls. I need food. Instead, I stand up and mumble: "Hungry" and almost walk out of the bar.

Everyone stares at me.

"Come back you B*TCH!" someone screams. Ugh... someone takes this stupid tadpole and kick him at the Emperor's study room. He needs to get his MotherF*Cking ass kicked by that Harbinger of trouble. No, I need to kick him into the Archduke's house.

He's retarded. I burp.

"*Groan*"

Then someone locks the door right in front of my face. I freeze. You serious B*Tch or what?? I complain inside my head. Contemplating...

I am hungry. I want my food. Is what comes in my head. I think I have gone insane. I look at the situation.

So... I stared at the young man in front of me. Tch... too bad he'll have a horrible future in front of him. Too bad. Sucks to him.

Well, I'm sorry: So...

Should I punch the face? Or should I kick in the male part?