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Who: Travis fucking Touchdown and everyone.
Where: By the coral (though anywhere nearby is good)
When: Monday afternoon
Warnings: cursing, lewd behavior, uh. everything. just everything.
Style: starting in prose. Can go for whatever
Status: Open like Travis's pants.

To say Travis was having a bad day was an understatement. Last thing he remembered was fighting that stupid little fucker, Jasper Batt Jr, then falling off the top floor of the Pizza Batt building. And now he woke up sitting in the fountain. He fished for his tinted sunglasses, only to find one of the lenses has completely cracked. "Fuck." Yeah, he died and went to hell. Given his luck, they only showed shounen anime here and there weren't any pretty women.

He stood up, making sure he was still all in one piece, then dug out his cell. Dead and water-logged. "FUCK!" Well, since when would cellphones actually work in hell anyway? Stupid, stupid, stupid. At least he was pretty sure his beam katanas would still work. Whatever Naomi did, she made them work no matter what the hell happened to him, and Travis always took a huge beating. Every time. Guaranteed. He took one of the katana off his belt.

click.

Shit, out of batteries. He took both hands and began shaking it up and down like one of those flashlights that recharge by shaking. Sure enough, the thing recharged and out came a perfect beam katana. "Sweet".

Now that was taken care of. "Where the hell am I?"

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"Sweet name." And it was, too. Travis hadn't met anyone named Selphie before. It sounded like an anime name, which made it sound even sweeter.

"Pizza," he replied rather quickly as he clipped his broken glasses onto his shirt. He didn't have to think twice about that. Pizza and beer were always a good choice.

"Tee hee! Thanks!" Selphie smiled at his quick decision, and she knew exactly where to go, especially after Italy had showed her that delicious pizza place. "Okay, I know this great place. C'mon." She turned and lead the way, pretty hungry herself.

"Sweet." He sure had met the right person after waking up here. Someone cute and who knew where to get pizza.

His shoes squeaked a bit as he followed her. They were rather waterlogged after ending up in the fountain. He'd have to dry them out later, he noted, wherever that would be. He doubted Hotel No More Heroes was here, so that ruled out going home to change shoes. That also meant that Jeanne would be left alone for awhile. Maybe Sylvia would feed the cat. No, scratch that. Sylvia's not good with that sort of thing. Shinobu probably would, though.

Selphie glanced behind her as she heard his squeaky shoes. She'd completely forgotten how soaked he would be! She paused just outside the pizza place, and bent her head to see if there was anything in her bags that would do. But of course there wasn't, it was all cat treats, junk food, and sake. "Uh... You should warm up inside!"

She gave an apologetic smile as she pushed open the door, at once smiling and inhaling the smells, "Mmm! This place is so delicious!"

Travis didn't seem to mind all that much, striding along with his hands shoved in his pockets as he looked around, looking for any hot locals. He hadn't found any his type quite yet. How disappointing.

As she opened the door, the amazing smell of fresh food wafted outside and slammed into Travis. "Holy shit, that smells amazing." His stomach growled in agreement, waiting rather impatiently to be filled.

"I know, right? The food here is..." She gesticulated widely, throwing her arms around, "AMAZING!" She glanced around the place, which was reasonably busy, and looked for a nice booth they could squeeze into.

Selphie picked up the menu and began pointing to various things, "There's this pizza that has all kindsa meat on it... it's the best. I think. Or this one, with the extra cheese!"

Oh man. The smell was just overwhelming. He stashed himself into a booth seat across the table from her, browsing over the menu. Pasta, pizza, soda. Oh there it was. Booze. He'd just have to 'owe' her a little more because damn he could go for the booze right now. Pizza and beer. Beer and Pizza. Sweet combination.

"Anything'll do," Travis commented. "I'm fucking famished."

Selphie caught the waiter's eye and waved him over, and having seeing her in here with Italy recently, he recognises her and is more than happy to oblige. Which is a good thing, because Selphie rattles off the names of several large pizzas.

"And...uh, whatcha wanna drink, Travis?"

She was asking practically the easiest question in the world. "Beer," he replied. "Doesn't matter what kind as long as it's fucking strong."

"Okay! Then I'll have a beer too! The same one!" She grinned and nodded as the waiter took the menus away, and she sighed a little, allowing herself. Selphie looked through her bags, making sure everything was still there, before sitting back and smiling at him.

Travis looked at her across the table. He stared even. "Are you even old enough to drink?" She didn't look that old, probably 16 at most. She didn't even think twice about ordering one. He knew other countries had different drinking ages, but who knew if it still stood in this assbackwards one.

Selphie bristled only for the slightest of moments before pulling a face, not exactly doing much to the fact that he already thinks that she's way too young to drink. "Hee-eey, mister! I'm nineteen. In my world, that's plenty old enough to drink!"

She grinned, ready for her beer, though she wasn't sure how much she'd actually even like it. After all, she usually drank sake or sweet cocktails when she did drink.

"Well shit." Travis wasn't expecting that. She was definitely older than he'd thought, which moved her up into the 'can touch' and 'oggle' category. Back in the good old US of A, she was perfectly legal.

Though calling him 'mister' was a total turn-off.

"Still not old enough to drink in America."

Selphie grinned, almost like she was pleased at herself for being the age that she was. Not that it was anything special, but people did seem to be amused that she was older than she looked.

"Lucky for me, we're not in America." She giggled a little as their beers arrived, "America sounds...like a whole world, but it's just one country." Least, from what people had told her of it.

"Yeah, it's just a country but it's great," Travis added. Of course he had a serious fascination with Japan, but America was still his home. Even if Santa Destroy were a total shithole, but that was just Santa Destroy. No one really liked that place anyway.

Selphie smiled and picked up her bottle of beer, raising it towards him, "Well, cheers to America and Vatheon?" She giggled, because the toast was ridiculous, but it seemed approriate to cheers with a beer in her hand.

He mirrored her. He didn't have much to cheer about but at least he was alive or something, drinking beer with a cute girl. "Here's to being out of fucking Santa Destroy."

Selphie brought the bottle to her lips but didn't take a sip, just blinking at him and tilting her head, "Santa? Like... Christmas Santa? Destroy Santa?"

"The city I'm from," he replied after downing a big gulp of beer. "It's a bit of a shithole."

"And it's named after Santa?" Selphie watched him for a moment, aiming to take a large gulp, but took just a tiny sip and frowned a little, unsure. But look, the waiter was returning with their pizzas!

Travis frowned. He wasn't too certain that she was over 15 anymore. "No Santa is Spanish for saint"

"Spanish! Oh, so is that what language you speak in America?" Oh Selphie, she knew nothing, but she's just curious, and she wants to know. She's lately heard of German and Italian, but she didn't know America had a language too.

He shook his head. She really didn't know anything about America at all. Maybe she really wasn't from his world. How weird.

Anyway. "We speak English in America," he replied. "Just a lot of things are named in Spanish where I live--- or lived."

Selphie was quite busy picking up pieces of pizza, not blowing them either before taking large bites and chewing very happily, so she didn't notice if what she was saying was maybe weird. "Oh! That's funny. But I like it. I like different languages." That was a new development, something since being in Vatheon.

"I'll stick to English," he said, taking another swig of beer. Japanese was always an interesting language. To listen to anime in the original format and not have to read stupid subtitles or wait for it to be dubbed, would be absolutely amazing. However, Japanese was hard and Travis had other priorities. Here, a lot of priorities would probably disappear, but there was still that factor of laziness that got him.

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i suck so much at tagging these days... ;;

all good. I'm so lazy on the weekends, too

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