11-21-2006, 06:29 PM
The saiyan gazed at her with slow eyes. ?How many have you had Nappa?? she asked with concern. He let out a repulsive burp, curling his lips while he did so. He began counting with his fingers. ?Four, five? eeer, eighteen,? he replied her. She repeated his words softly, whilst gazing at him. ?Eighteen?Nappa please, no more.? He gazed back at her, and then backed his beer, ignoring her. She snatched the mug from his mouth. The man let out a sharp and loud grown, expressing his feelings towards her sudden action.
His hands froze, still picturing the image of the cup in his large hands. He gritted his teeth. The woman showed no intimidation and returned her anger towards the situation. With his possession in her palm she spoke. ?Do you remember when I was drunk? You were the only one who took care of me, THE ONLY ONE. Anything could have happened to me, but because of you nothing did!? she yelled rising to her feet. ?And I must pay my dept. Besides, you must be in your best condition for the draft. You can be drafted at anytime. I don?t want to see nay flaws in your fighting form. I want the best from you Nappa, do you hear me??
?The best huh??
So she?s strong-willed, as well as physically?
Sober thoughts mixed in with the combined effect of his alcoholic beverages.
What an amazing woman he befriended. She was a woman of honour. Someone who cared about others. She was selfless. ?But really, I can handle a few more,? he said stubbornly.
?He?ll have an Apple Martini? said Bulma to the bar tender.
?An apple??
?Shhh,? she interrupted the saiyan. ?It?s for me.? He did not seem to understand. ?It.Is.For.Me? she grunted subtly, hoping the member of staff would not here her. Before he could utter any words from his mouth, she placed her hand over his mouth, something Medena had done to her earlier on. She handed her money to the worker, who then placed her drink on the counter. ?Suckers,? she said quietly to herself, displaying her immature side.
As if, the Martini was for him.
?Mmmm? she continued to sip on her drink.
Been a while since I?ve had one of these.
His hands froze, still picturing the image of the cup in his large hands. He gritted his teeth. The woman showed no intimidation and returned her anger towards the situation. With his possession in her palm she spoke. ?Do you remember when I was drunk? You were the only one who took care of me, THE ONLY ONE. Anything could have happened to me, but because of you nothing did!? she yelled rising to her feet. ?And I must pay my dept. Besides, you must be in your best condition for the draft. You can be drafted at anytime. I don?t want to see nay flaws in your fighting form. I want the best from you Nappa, do you hear me??
?The best huh??
So she?s strong-willed, as well as physically?
Sober thoughts mixed in with the combined effect of his alcoholic beverages.
What an amazing woman he befriended. She was a woman of honour. Someone who cared about others. She was selfless. ?But really, I can handle a few more,? he said stubbornly.
?He?ll have an Apple Martini? said Bulma to the bar tender.
?An apple??
?Shhh,? she interrupted the saiyan. ?It?s for me.? He did not seem to understand. ?It.Is.For.Me? she grunted subtly, hoping the member of staff would not here her. Before he could utter any words from his mouth, she placed her hand over his mouth, something Medena had done to her earlier on. She handed her money to the worker, who then placed her drink on the counter. ?Suckers,? she said quietly to herself, displaying her immature side.
As if, the Martini was for him.
?Mmmm? she continued to sip on her drink.
Been a while since I?ve had one of these.