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♛Receiving confirmation that the woman allowed him to stay despite her possible drunken state later on, Vermont felt a tad more relaxed. Honestly, she might've had that fame of being an alcoholic powerhouse at the place, but perhaps it would be kind of fun to also let himself get just as loose. Considering his personality, it was still likely that his control over his own body would prove dominant against anything. At best, the conversations would be even more relaxed, laid back and more personal, with the toxic substance knocking down their inner walls. It was indeed a good night for that, in the male's opinion. The alcohol was already letting Mi-Yeong become more free with the actions performed there at the counter, as small and detailed as they might've been. Everything going well, this would turn into a night singular for the usually chilled somber man, to experience something out of his common evenings.

Time would pass and so would the alcohol into their bloodstreams. The siren was taking in tame drinks, probably still trying to maintain somewhat of a composure near Vermont, but the struggle was quite in vain. Not reaching the peak of her altered state of mind, Mi-Yeong was exposing signs of getting into the shots a little more than normal, talking to strangers and swaying to the beat of the blaring music echoing through the club and the masses. It would be at the very start of a certain song that the woman sitting next to him went up in internal flames. Not having much of a choice, barely defying the grip she had on his palm, Vermont took at look at her expression and smiled. It was something else to see people when they were out of their normal state, and this was one special time. Through and through, he was human, but there he was, led to the dance-floor by a siren, who was friends with a reaper, met on the day after his soul had been crossed by blue flames of a strange woman. The wild ride that was his life had reached a peak there, but complaints were none. Allowing himself to be taken to the middle ground of the club, the male was experienced in dancing. Presenting intricate steps adjusted to the beat, there would be moments his proximity to Mi-Yeong grew, to go along with her manner of dancing. It was also to maintain a certain security over her against strangers around, aware of how hands on deck they could become on that environment, especially with a s n a c c to the hungry that was the Siren dancing with him.♛

♛As the beat dictated the movement of their feet, it was more focused on the steps for Vermont. The Siren, skilled as she was from apparent previous experience, and lacking much shame to flaunt what she had on the dance-floor, naturally moved the rest of her figure along with the rhythm. Perhaps the past built over utilizing the legs for swiftness, balance and strength beyond the normal man merely gave him an improved ability in handling complicated footwork. Plus, it would be embarrassing for a bar managar such as himself to lack the social requirements that partying locations much needed. Silent as he was, neutral in every way usually, there were still instances where exposing what he could do with a beat and some fun was needed. To impress a girl he wished to take home, to lower the self steem of a client with inflated ego and make him tame, to make the hours pass like breeze. Many reasons, plenty of opportunities to improve his dancing. With all of that into consideration, the 'Captain' was far more into relaxing spots, where he could perhaps drink by his lonesome, smoke a little to take the edge off of work weight, or to train in peace and quiet. One could not forget this man was humble, disciplined, focused, in every moment besides the time spent with Mi-Yeong. A challenger, to motivate him one way or another, was always welcomed and valued, and to have that same entity as a friend for times of thoughtless distraction, drinking and partying.

With alcohol filling his bloodstream with delicate reactions of immense impact on one's state of mind, the dark wearing male continued to move about with the Siren and the beat even as she spoke to him, faint smile of his expression that merely released a 'hmpf' at the comment first and foremost. To be called what the famous air manipulator was named after in certain episodes was humorous. A comeback of his own was about to hit the conversation, but the urge for it was cut short as the woman was accidentally struck by someone else's force. Shoved but keeping balance, the movement made Vermont aware of the possibility of aggression. Not from the strangers, but from the water girl's fists slamming into apologetic faces and knocking those minds out into darkness. For a few seconds, or maybe even hours, those gentle muscles were strong. To his fortunate surprise, Mi-Yeong instead laughed, cheerfully so. Raising an eyebrow, the male came close to her and spoke close to her ear, to make his voice heard despite the overwhelming sick beats dropping down all around them, driving the masses into social frenzy. "Nice going there, mate, didn't know alcohol made ya that soft" .With only a certain portion of those words being directed as a weak jab, the remainder were sincere syllables of his thoughts on the effect of alcohol on her. On his side, the substance granted his physique more energy, disposition, only a bit more than the already impressive normality. Thinking on another side, the dancing would burn out the toxins inside the duo, so the male truly thought about the possibilites of yet other rounds of shots and strange banter with themselves and unknown visitors of the club.♛

♛The music kept blasting, and the dj was hyping everyone up. It was wild, Vermont was lost in a strong vibe as the body grew tired and hot, alcohol fueling not only his, but also the Siren's steps. As the temperature rose, the people's warmth following along, it was clear that the dancing and rocking out was getting to the marine one. Quite drunk, but still sharp, orbs of an almost white color analyzed the limbs as Mi-Yeong rolled up her sleeves. Markings, perhaps self inflicted, covered the skin of her arms, and that sight alone was able to get the bar manager a tad more controlled on the footwork he was just demolishing with such ridiculous skill. In the energetic state of drunken thoughts, the male was about to say something about the facts noticed but was silenced by an exclamation close to him coming from the wasted Siren. "Alrigh' mate, I'm with ya on that one" .Being intoxicated himself, Vermont was not one to just judge against the choices she was making. The young woman was known in the place, a spot reserved in the back just for her sleepy needs after getting shi*faced beyond self control, there was not much need of a leash on her then and there. This thought did cause other ideas to sprung up, but that wasn't the correct timing to say a thing.

Pulled to the bar counter once more, the way Vermont sat down was much careless in comparison to the first encounter with that area. Extending his arm, supporting elbows over the surface, his eyes trailed along the path a glass of water made as it slid down to his female companion for that vivid night. Hearing the charming red head's words, a wisdom was found in them, and so, led to an important decision. Firm on his choice, the darkened figure straightened out his back, eyebrows furrowed in sheer seriousness. Veiny right hand rose from the counter and pointed straight to one of the liquids served. Voice deep, potent, the slim but impressive muscles exposed through a humid shirt, all of this offered a most sinister intensity to his following words, "Oi, mate... Bring that over for me, wouldn't ya?" His head dropped low, the expression just as neutral as always. The hand formerly pointing to the beer he wanted slammed itself against the counter surface, producing a quite weak thud as the sound was absorbed by the blaring music. The mixture of drinking and dancing to that level got his energies down, rightfully because he sat down and relaxed. Vermont, if the man so wished, could still party hard for longer, drink a tad more, but to be with the Siren was that main fun. It wasn't a mere responsibility, it was a joyful trip to hang around the drunken marine life.♛

♛Focused on his drink, the male was caught off guard in his drunken state by the action of arms wrapping all around his neck and head, a certain pressure applied on his flesh that made breathing a task only a tad bit harder. Wide eyes of a ghostly color rapidly moved from one side to another, trying to make sense of the sudden attack while a veiny hand, also lacking the usual strength, gripped the limb attempting to choke him out. Then, the Siren's voice entered his drunken mind, causing the cranium to tilt to the side as a simple reaction. "ah y-yeah? Alrigh' , just like in that foot race, ain't it...?" . With his system rocked side to side by the body weight applied by Mi-Yeong, his sight gave way to show how affected he already was by the powerful substance. As they tilted back and forth, his vision blurred out as it was too slow to comprehend the information entirely, textbook signal one was beyond the limit. Tranquility only arrived when the marine woman halted her assault, dropping her figure over Vermont's shoulders, limp and loose, putting her chin besides his neck not too long after apparently giving up the fight, accepting defeat.

Victorious, the magnificent drunken winner flinched as his companion's head struck his, followed by stingy words involving the seasoned organ responsible for his mighty resistance. Also something in a foreign tongue, but to care, the male would need to be far more sober than he was at that moment. Still, there was a peak of energy the second feminine hands swiftly robbed him of his beer once more. The audacity was admirable, but to commit a sin of that level a second time was already over the acceptable. The instant the hard fought beer left the proximity of the Siren's lips, Vermont yanked it back into his clutches with a single firm hand. The other palm descended upon a defenseless leg, the thighs most likely marked after the digits made violent contact with them. While similar to a slap, the bar manager had just impacted the lower limb and left his hand there, the probably painful sound muffled almost completely by the loud bangers led by the DJ. Taking a satisfied sip of his beer again, a large gulp to end it all, there was one barely visible, a smidget of a supposed curve at the end of his soft lips, exposed to the siren's side. Perhaps it was an illusion, something Mi-Yeong's mind was formulating to further fuel her needless rage for him after such a crushing defeat, or maybe, in an unlikely scenario, he was just rubbing it on her face one last time that the score was now in his favor.♛

♛Viciously attacked by a sudden mouth to his ear lobe and mass, the innocent man was forced back into an arched position as the cartilage was munched on. Being of marine descent, the best example to speak of his brutal assault would be the image of a Pacu fish feeding on a defenseless creature. The warning made in an accent similar to his own was left unheard in the end, the alcohol stopping any viable logic from getting through to his mind. Before one could react, teeth were already crushing down time and time again, mercilessly, on his hearing structure. Then, as the somewhat tender biting, as being drunk managed to numb the pain to a good extent, suddenly became stronger, his face was caught in a wincing expression, the shock of the sensitive system responding to the damage done reaching his brain, and sending a painful message all around. Yet, once released, his hand merely went over to the ear, massaging it. The description of seriousness suddenly went over the facial details as the somber male stared over into the Siren's direction.

Noticing the girl felt defeated the minute she became aware of the beer bottle's emptiness, there was a brief moment of pride. "I think steps ahead of you, don' ya try to fool me" .The deep, now alcohol imbued tone, told the young female with a sting to it, his accent coming through harshly. And yet, those words exposed an intention, one she wouldn't see, being distract gazing at the empty bottle. To strike an opponent after getting hit the first time, it's stupid if it's not a finishing move. While still standing, the foe was able to attack once more. Vermont, silently, noticed a weak spot presented in the form of a Siren's unprotected neck, her arms limp, and with that, the manager would just be needing the proper physical movement from his own body to take a firm, deadly hold. Passing an arm over behind her waist, and another over her stomach with a swift motion, mighty fast for the drunken reactions any of them would have, the male's lips found themselves rapidly in contact with the soft neck skin. Taking no time, offering no hesitation, the onslaught of bites pulling at the tissue and potential dark hued marks caused by broken blood vessels of a fierce suction origin began. Tickles could be a reaction, or not, there was no care for it. Despite drunk, the strength coming from his arms muscles granted a solid hold on her, the limbs wrapping around her torso and hands locking behind the female's back. Revenge could taste best in a cold platter, but to warm it as it is served was a feeling worth testing.♛