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The both of you walk away from the restaurant into the cool spring night. You, red-faced and seething, Mikeneko red-faced and happily drunk.
"That was amazing, Anon," she squeals, "Amazing! I felt like such a princess! And the lobster... hah... I thought I'd be stuck eating dog food for the rest of my life but here we are, I'm so happy- whoops!" She stumbles mid-sentence, wobbling a bit on her feet as she narrowly avoids tripping on a pothole - wear and tear have cracked the asphalt there into loose chunks of rock. "Wow!" she frowns as you lunge forward and catch her by the elbow. "Look at that, Anon, what kind of piece of shit restaurant can't afford to clean up their parking lot? I take back what I said, we should-"
"Neko-chan," you cut off her rambling. "Shut the fuck up for a second."
Her eyes widen. "Y-you're mad," she mumbles.
"Of course I'm fucking mad!" you growl. "You need to get a hold of yourself. What was that? Six pounds of wagyu steak? Paying for champagne for the next three tables? That little fucking bit where you smashed the Dom Perignon and screamed about how Uruha Rushia's dead? Do you WANT to draw attention to us? I know you're happy but what use is there that we survived a shootout if the pigs get on our case?"
Mikeneko's lower lip tremble. Her eyes haze over with tears and the color drains from her face. "Y-you're right. I'm useless. A fucking worthless cunt... putting you in danger..."
"Hey, come on, I didn't mean it that way-"
"But I do! I do, you're right! I nearly got you and Coco killed before, and now, and now..." She steps forward, unsteady, her hands clasping the front of your shirt. "I know I'm worse than trash, but... I can make up for it, Anon. I can make you feel good with my body... you'd like that, wouldn't you? You're a sicko who can't keep his hands off of girls even when they say no..." She giggles mischievously.
"You're drunk, Neko."
"I'm hor-"
"Excuse me!" A woman's voice. You look up away from Neko. It's the waitress who served your table. She looks upset, and holds the little black book with the receipt and cash for the bill close to her chest. "Sorry, sir, miss. Um."
"Can I help you?" You wondered what this was about. Japs didn't tip, so why would she complain?
"Yes sir, you can. This was a 130k yen bill and you left only 60 thousand yen."
You blink. "Oh shit, I'm so sorry." You were so pissed you sort of just grabbed whatever was on your wallet and slammed it on the table. Great, now you look like an asshole. "Here, I'll pay the difference..."
Before you so much as reach for your wallet, though, Neko steps forward in front of you. Her face is tomato red - shit, she must be way more drunk than you thought. "You fucking coming onto him, you whore? What do you want 70 grand for, huh? That... that how much you charge for a night, you slut?"
"Excuse me?" The waitress spits out. "What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Neko, what the hell, that's not-"
"No, Anon, no," she murmurs, slurring heavily and swooning as though she might vomit at any moment. "I can... I can tolerate Coco-san coming on to you, she's done so much for us... and I know you're a pervert who likes girls too much... but some... some random bitch, on the street, looking at you with her BITCH eyes? No. No. No. No. Thinks just because she served you some steak she can take you away from me? Huh, that right? You want his cock that bad you whore?"
