Nightlife
You should have seen Mike in his first Etiquette class he took at Kang Tao(Formal Etiquette 101). Required. He was even more embarrassing than you were with chopsticks. His leap in ability was something to behold in his Second Etiquette Class(Formal Etiquette 101. He failed the first time around). There he could use the chopsticks with the dexterity of an expert who had literally fives of years under his belt, like he was right now.

He looks at the swirled disk with ruffled edges and it's pink color...

"I don't really like fish."

He tries it, though, and focuses on the soy sauce flavoring, letting the almost mash-consistency of the pollack slide down his throat with a heavy dab of horseradish painted green and the salty kelp wrap.

"Mmmm... Here, you gotta try this."

He'd ordered 3 plates of it, and the processed and carved Spam was tossed via the incredible dexterity from his two chopsticks to land with a wet slap onto your plate.

"It's the best."

He nods, eyes drifting to your tucked napkin and the chain that was weighted between the reasons that neckline was egregious. I mean, not for Southie, but definitely for Mid-town.

Which is why they weren't in Mid-town. This was high-dining. He points to your cleavage with his chopsticks.

"We gotta find someone to decipher that map."

He nods, like he just came up with a very smart idea.

"And you know that's not much of an argument. You... uh, You don't wanna open that panda's box if you can help it."

out

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Nightlife
MILLIE knew less-than-zero about Japanese food, which meant she was absolutely the sort to be Utterly impressed at literally everything available here.

Of course that included the absolutely authentic soundtrack.

There was this slightly-rubbery beige square thing, which was compressed and processed pollack.

There was also this thing that was like a log of crab, like it was stringy and it was red on one side, white on the other. Also processed pollack.

And then some white spheres (pollack), hollow tubes with grill marks (pollack), and pink pillow-shaped things (also pollack).

"Babe you gotta try this one!" Millie managed to maneuver to your plate (with both hands on her chopsticks, somehow) this other thing that was on her noodles, like a disk with ruffled edges, white and pink in a swirl. Pollack.

It all tasted vaguely of the same savory protein but she could swear all the different colors and shapes amounted to excited new flavors.

"It's pink."

She was half-wearing the napkin provided, tucked egregiously into the sweetheart neckline of her too-low syn-leather top — not that it was all that untoward, here, in Southie.
It proved necessary, by its various dots of moisture, to catch the drips and fumbles of her adventures with the chopsticks.

"I don't know how to feel, like should I be relieved that the bartender didn't die, or should I be mad that the gun I bought was dogshit?"

Sleep well!

Have a good night!

Oh yay my watch is charged enough to track sleep. I should probably go attempt to do so since my social filter is failing...

leaves hugs for those who want them, waves, and wanders out

That is no lie

*snorts*

I've been fortunate to know some of the best straight men online and in person both.

Collectively on the internet, especially incel territory, is kinda scary though.

by and large we are the worst

"Trust in the Force, and it will guide you...always."

Obi-Wan Kenobi or some shit.

Heh, did I say that out loud? Oops.

Seriously.

Heh, women who are attracted to their only 'natural' predator is proof enough to me that sexuality isn't a choice.

I mean, it does help to have a straight man, but then sometimes, *shrug* Straight men are overrated?

almost 2 am here I am off to bed to dream of you sis.
love you

"Okay. Take care out there."

Smiles and waves.

I should try to be funnier but I also play straight man to Vash a lot. More of a comedic support role is what I'm good at.