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Drink or Die 2: Drink Harder (For Tatyina)

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Post by Lobo Mon May 23, 2011 1:34 am

1:57 A.M.

It was Wendsday. Morning anyway. Bonnie Gastin sat alone at the bar with her head layed down upon it, clutching onto a half empty bottle of beer within palm, wearing her usual attire of a white tanktop, torn blue jeans and white hightop basketball shoes. The place looked like a real honky tonk bar straight out of Texas, it reminded Bonnie of a few places back home. It was a rather small joint with dimly lit lights and a rickety wooden floor board. With the jukebox playing nothing but oldies country music, which was something Bonnie didnt mind at all to be played right about now. They were playing "All My Rowdy Friends Have Settled Down" by Hank Williams Jr. Bonnie didnt know why, but the song had felt appropriate tonight.

She had been there for a while, ever since going back to her dorm following her recent match with Dante Sunderland the other night. Which was a match she was really enjoyed, she just didnt like the fact she lost that match. This may have led to Bonnie coming to the bar in the first place, and after a few shots of whiskey and a couple of beers, Bonnie had become rather moody. She began
thinking about her time here in the AFW, which she had enjoyed thus far. Although she had only had just two matches, she was already having fun here. Her first match with Kagami might of been
considered childs play due to the fact that Bonnie was able to make Kagami submit following a few well-placed strikes to the girl's rear. But her battle with Dante Sunderland was something truly
memorable, One of the best fights Bonnie had ever been in. Either way, whether she had gotten easy victories or narrowly lost a match, she had met new and interesting people and for that, Bonnie was glad she here. But there were other things on her mind that she had kept bottled up thus far. It was until Bonnie began hitting the booze did she soon begin Talking out loud to herself as she drunkenly contemplated several things about her life.

"Go to Japan and look after your brother, 'she said'... Keep em outta trouble and make sure he finds himself a good wife... 'she said'." Bonnie would grumble to herself with the bottle of beer in
her hand, thinking back to what her mother had told her to do upon reaching Japan. It was only natural that she'd entrust such a thing on Bonnie since she was the dependable sibling, while Clyde
was apparently the 'little baby' of the two who could not take of himself. Bonnie came to the AFW to do her own thing. She joined because she was eager to fight, whether it was just her by herself
or with her brother trying to take over an entire league, Bonnie just wanted to get in the ring, she didn't expect her mother to lay down Clyde as Bonnie's responsibility, even though Bonnie knew
that 'Momma' was just worried about her son, this didn’️t stop Bonnie from regretting to carry out her mother's wishes to watch over Clyde and make sure he didn't get himself in even more trouble
like he did back home. Bonnie knew he could take care of himself, so why did she agree? Maybe it was because Bonnie couldnt just say no to a Little ol' lady's request to make sure her son would be okay. Bonnie honestly didnt want her mother to be worrying herself to death every night. But Bonnie still didn't like it. "...I came to muthafuckin' japan jump to throw down in the ring! ...I didn't think I couldn't go home..." Bonnie would lament. Thinking about what her mother had asked her to do since Clyde could not return home, which was exactly what Bonnie was starting to miss. Home.

"Hey Bonnie... Isn't it time you went home?" Said the bartender behind the bar in a rather concerned manner.

"Fuck you! I ain't goin' nowhere's! I ain't goin home 'till 'Momma's baby boy' decides to grow up, be a man and go to jail!" Bonnie would snap back at the bartender, referring to her family and what kind of mess her brother had thrown himself into, which was part of Bonnie's troubles as well. "Im fuckin' tired of puttin' people before me... I mean I got dreams too... I figured I could win a belt 'round here. Go back to Texas... Maybe get hitched and raise some youngin's. I mean I ain't Lia Cross but I am kinda cute, right?" Bonnie would ask the bartender with a sad look in her eyes, expecting an answer from him, but the man kept silent.

"Ah Screw you ya cunt faggot!! You best get me another drink before I put my foot up 'yo ass!" Bonnie would flare up in anger as she grabbed the man by the shirt and demanded another drink before shoving him against the wall.

""Uhmm... Ms. Bonnie I think you'd have enough..." He'd quiver from the floor as he looked up at Bonnie after she shoved him.

"Bitch, Im Bonnie Gastin! I don't give a fuck!!" She would instantly reply as she slammed her fist down hard on the bar counter top, unafraid to tear up the seemingly empty bar that only she was occupying.


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Post by Tatyina Mon May 23, 2011 7:29 am

Duffy Macbain was slowly reaching the reputation she had earned back in Scotland as she stumbled along the streets of Japan. "Fuck.. fuckin... fuckin shite!" She said as she punched a wall and drug her hand around it. The inconvenience of having Tension and Friction apart from one another made sure that she spent way more time drinking that fighting.She'd a couple of fights in Friction, a pair of sisters that seemed alright, good for killing a hangover. But when it came to Tension or, whatever the fuck they called it now, she had only had one match. She didn't even know if it was official or not and she didn't really care. But she was looking for some more fights and finding only booze. Still, that was good enough for the moment.

She hadn't been kicked out of every bar in Japan yet. She had a lot of work to do. Still, it was pretty late at night and she had just added another notch to her belt when the last bar tossed her out for throwing a bottle at the television. "Fuck.." She said. "D' they e'en hae football here? I'd watch those pansies run around wanking off at this point." She huffed and stopped against the wall. "Cadger's curse this bloody country." She muttered and heard the familiar rumble of a jukebox. She took a sniff and the beer and cigarette soaked door was inviting. She pushed it open and looked around.

There was some kind of whiny, twangy shit playing on the jukebox. The floors were made of wood. She swear she saw a pair of horns tacked up on the wall. "Fuck me.' She muttered. "A'd rather listen ta me old gammer play th' pipes than drink 'ere." She then looked around. There weren't many people but that might be good. She stumbled up to the bar and plopped down at a seat near Bonnie and slammed her fist into the bar. "Scaffy hole ye got pelter." She said. "Looks like a yank had a dry boak 'ere." She then looked behind him, "Jus keep th' bellywashers comin, bawbag!"

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Post by Lobo Mon May 23, 2011 7:14 pm

Even though Bonnie was really out of it and the music from the jukebox was kind of eschewing her hearing, she was pretty sure that she heard someone make a sour remark about the music being played, even though Duffy had said nothing about the music outloud, hearing the words, "A'd RATHER Listen ta me old gammer play th' pipes than..." made Bonnie assume that someone was talking shit about Country Music in a Country Bar. "Aww Hell..." thought Bonnie with her down on the bar before groggily lifting her head up to glare at this other woman who was stummbling up to the bar. Bonnie would listen in to what the girl had to say and would be a bit surprised to discover that she was Scottish, or Irish, or Australian. Bonnie couldn't tell the difference, nor could she completely understand what she was saying, but from what Bonnie could gather, the girl was a regular bonafide shit starter.

"Who the hell this bitch think she be..?" Mutterd Bonnie to herself as glared at the women, begining to recall Someone telling her about a Scotish girl in Sex Wars quite often, but she couldnt remember who told her that or what that person said The Scot's name was. Bonnie thought it could of been the same girl, but didn't really care either. Bonnie then stummbled up out of her chair and groggily dragged her feet across the bar room floor, making her way toward the jukebox and flipping through a few songs until she found one she liked before feeding the machine some money. "So... You don't like Hank Jr.? Well what about George Strait..?" Bonnie would ask loudly, as if she was asking a question to the entire bar, which currently consisted of just herself, Duffy and the bartender. Bonnie then hit play to start the song, which was an even 'twangier' song called "All My Ex's Live In Texas", which was a song Bonnie liked, but seemed to only play to rub it in Duff's face for her apparent disdain for Country Music.

After playing the song, Bonnie turned around and leaned against the jukebox, looking right at Duffy from behind as if expecting her to turn around and answer Bonnie. Taking another swig of the bottle of beer in her hands with a rather narrow and blank glare towards the scot.

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Post by Tatyina Mon May 23, 2011 9:11 pm

Duffy was given her drink and she snatched it up and began to guzzle it down heartily. It tasted like shit but compared to what she usually drank, it was actually pretty decent. She'd never drank for the taste anyway. And considering she'd built up a tolerance beyond her already hearty Scotch resistance, she wasn't exactly drinking for the buzz anymore either. Honestly at this point, even though Duffy really didn't think about it, she was just drinking because she felt kind of naked without a bottle in her hand.

On the TV was some kind of rodeo or soemthing. Duffy sighed. Crazy Japanese shit would be better than that. She watched the girl nearby slide off her barstool and give her the stink eye. Duffy raised an eyebrow but for the moment she didn't say anything. If she punched out every bitch that was too dunk to look at anyone any way but cross-eyed, she'd never stop punching people. Not that she wouldn't fight the bitch eventually but she decided she'd get at least one good beer under her belt. "Fuck this shite." She mutterd to the bartender. "Ain't ye got Rugby on th' tele?" The Bartender shook his head and Duffy pounded her fist in annoyance.

Then the music started blaring again and that bitch was screaming at the whole bar. Duffy turned around and saw that Bonnie was still glaring at her. The Scot furrowed her brow and stepped off her stool. Duffy didn't have a three strike rule so as far as she was concerned it was go time.

"Who da fuck are those ruddy cunts?" She said as she marched towards Bonnie. With a grin. "Bullfuckers?" She said. "Fuck, ye yanks always gotta try and be better than everyone don't ya? Welsh got sheep fuckin down to a science so ya figger, fuck it. We'll be the best at fuckin bulls. Ain't that right, cunt?" Duffy said as she was getting close to Bonnie. Her fists were clenched and she cracked her neck.

"A know A'm fuckin hot. But looks ain't free lassie. Now come on then." She said as she brought her fists up and motioned for Bonnie.

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Post by Lobo Mon May 23, 2011 9:58 pm

Bonnie couldnt help but smirk as she saw that she was able to get Duffy's attention rather quickly but her glare seemed to sharpen more intensely at the girl upon hearing Duffy call 'Hank & George' cunts and 'bullfuckers', prompting Bonnie to let out a huff as she dropped her drink on the floor and began to crack her knuckles as Duffy stepped towards her.

"She's got a lot of Nerve..." Bonnie would think to herself as she scoped Duffy out. She didn't look like anyone special, or really worth fighting in Bonnie's drunken eyes. But this girl had an ass-whoopin coming to her the moment she stepped into the bar. Maybe Bonnie was in a bad mood and just wanted to take it out on someone. Normally Bonnie wouldnt do that, but Bonnie wasn't exactly her usual optimistic self right now.

The shit really started though, when Duffy called Bonnie a 'yank' right in front of her face, earning the most insane looking stare from Bonnie upon the proud texan being called a yankee. She didn't even hear the comment about the welsh and the sheep, the only thing Bonnie cared about was being called a yank. Could this girl not tell that Bonnie was from the south of the united states? Even though Duffy was most likely calling Bonnie because she was clearly american, Bonnie didnt know that, nor would she care. It was on now.

"Y-Yank!? Bitch I ain't no Yankee, im from the south!!! My Great Great Grandaddy Gastin fought in the Civil War! I got Rebel Blood, muthafucker!" Bonnie would shout to Duffy angrily before trying to shove the girl away, most likely to send her back to the bar.

"Please... You ain't be callin yourself hot when I get done with ya!" Bonnie would declare before bringing her fists up, clinching them tightly. "Get Ready... 'Cause Bonnie Gastin is 'bout beat 'cho 'ol bag pipe playin' ass up and down this muthafucker!" Bonnie would cry out before charging at Duffy, attempting to throw a swift haymaker at the Scot's jaw.

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Post by Tatyina Tue May 24, 2011 9:05 am

Duffy smirked as she managed to goad Bonnie. "What's th' fuckin difference/" She said not even knowing or caring about the Civil War. She grunted a bit when she was shoved. Md. Gastin had just earned three strikes by Duffy's count and she narrowed her eyes. "Hot under th' collar ain't ye cunt." She said back. "Ope that gob a yers can back it up!" Duffy was ready. As she saw Bonnie charge in, She took one step forward and hoped to close the gap between them so that Bonnie would be punching past Duffy instead of at her. The Scot's real intention was to slam her head against Bonnie's while she was still committing to the punch. That should put that Yankee bitch in her place. Or at least see if she was worth fighting still.

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Post by Lobo Tue May 24, 2011 11:29 pm

"There's plenty of fuckin' difference!" Bonnie would shout back at Duffy following Bonnie's charge toward the girl. However, the texan would be caught off guard by the Scot actually stepping up towards her, which caused her punch to actually run past Duffy instead of striking her. Bonnie then took a hard headbutt from Duffy as the girl slammed her head against Bonnie's, causing the texan to wince a bit from the hit she took to her forehead. "Shit!" Bonnie spat loudly, feeling a harsh stinging upon her forehead after getting struck there. Dispite being a bit stun by the hit, Bonnie attemtpted to retaliate by grabbing ahold of Duffy's head before trying to pull down and slam her knee into the scot's forehead. "Fuck you!" Bonnie would cry out if her hit connected, putting all everything she could muster up behind her knee strike.

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Post by Tatyina Wed May 25, 2011 6:24 am

Duffy grinned as Bonnie' was still standing after the head butt. It hurt Duffy a little but nothing hurt worse than getting your pride smashed up like that. But she soon found herself grabbed and pushed down into a knee strike. It hit her in the nose and she bristled but reached up to try and hold onto Bonnie's leg. If she could keep hold of it, she would try and slam her head into Bonnie's stomach and muscle her backwards to try and get her to loose her balance. "Nae! Fuck ye, cunt!" Duffy shouted back.

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Post by Lobo Wed May 25, 2011 7:32 am

Bonnie would form a sharp grin of her own as was able to swiftly thrust her knee into the girl's face, nearly laughing as she felt her knee hit what felt like the bridge of Duff's nose. She was about to say something smart to Duffy at that point, but as she felt the scot grip her leg and suddenly slam her head down into Bonnie's stomach, the texan would let out a pained cough as she got a large bit of wind knocked right out of her before being pushed back by Bonnie, sending Bonnie away before she stummbled back, falling onto the jukebox. The back of the blonde's head hitting the glass frame of the jukebox, cracking it upon impact.

"Ow." Bonnie mutterd Dryly with a scowl as she looked up Duffy, panting a bit as she tried to get a bit of air back into her lungs again. "You're...a...Tough lil' scrapper... I like that..." Bonnie would say as she caught her breath before trying to get back on feet, drunkenly staggering a bit as she struggled to keep herself upright before putting her hands back up, motioning for Duffy to make the next move.

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Post by Tatyina Sun May 29, 2011 7:17 pm

"Fuckin right!" Duffy said with a grin. "Ye ain't too bad yerself, lassie." She retorted and charged at Bonnie again. She was hoping to smash the Texan into the jukebox and pin her against it. Not using her head, but leading with her shoulder.

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