>>20879352The bartender slides a couple of small baggies filled with a black powder towards K-Chan. She slides forward a few 100 dollar bills.
>Thank you much!She grins, shoving the baggies in her pocket. She takes a sip of her drink. Then a hand finds their way to her shoulder.
>Hey, thousand bucks if you wanna cop a feel, I'll yell for secur-K-Chan replied as she turned. Kelly...DiVanna was it? K-Chan recognized her, but besides that she knew nothing about her. She had a vague idea she was allied with Nikki's sister.
>...I'm just here to drink.K-Chan took another sip as she glared at Kelly. Bad vibes were coming off her. Kotomi might be stupid, she might say dumb things, but she had a strong sixth sense. And it was ringing like an alarm at the moment. Her feeling was proved right as her neck, right arm, and most of her body tensed up with pain.
>F-F-K-Chan barely managed to spit out as her right arm set the drink down on the bar. Pain ran down her spine like a shiver.
>Hngg.......hghm...K-Chan's left arm flopped onto the bar. She quickly grabbed the glass and threw it over her shoulder, into Kelly's eyes. The pain stopped. K-Chan stood up out of her chair, dropping the glass.
>What the fuck is your problem cunt?!The glass shattered on the ground. Security quickly approached. K-Chan's eyes darted around.
>Yeah fine, fuck I'm going. But Kelly.K-Chan glared.
>You got a problem with Nikki or Prissy? Fuck YOU, I'M your problem now. Fight me, mid bitch.K-Chan stated before leaving, escorted by security.
