So, a ninja and a leopard walk into a bar....

She does look good but he was making her showing her ass so he can keep checking her out some more. When he asked her what kind of match she wanted, he thought like sword only match or running match, something that would give her the edge that he couldnt provide, a stroke of luck that she suggested a drink match. "Oh really?" He was interested in her idea, a girl that have nearly the same taste as him, starting to like just tiny tiny bit, just a little.

"Interesting, I would love that match babe, I sure hope you dont puke and surely, your tiny little body wont handle that much alcohol cause you know what?" He then takes a ice cube of his own and would try dropping it down between her chest. "Cause I will make you take the shots more than 5, I guarantee it."

"Huh. You talk a lot of shit for a bitch."

She caught the ice cube before it can reach what little chest she has - King wasn't bad, when you take away the mask, but she wasn't in too flirty a mood. She'll flick it right back at him, lining up a good shot, right into the mouth of his mask.

"You'd be surprised what I can handle."

King low growled at her saying he talked to much, she also surprised him when he was going to drop that ice cube to that little breasts but caught it and fling right at him, right into his mouth of the mask that hit his face. "Ngh!"

Spitting the ice out and stares down at the little pipsqueak ninja. "Fine babe, I'll see you in the ring tomorrow, unless you cant from the hangover!" He said, putting the money down to pay for his drinks then walking pass her with his shoulder bumping into hers and slowly leaving the bar, ready for his next match and his objective. **Take down the ninja babe** He thought.

Ninjette just watched him go with a wave - she was meeting all sorts of interesting people in this town. Would be nice to have a match with someone a little more sane, though. Just for a change of pace.

"Right." She turned back to the bartender, shrugging and propping her elbows up on the table. "Now - where was I? Oh, yeah - getting shitfaced." She spun her around the rim of the glass. "Bartender, let's get right on that, shall we?"