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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?"

[ ooc: tag me up, please? ]

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"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.

"Alright! That's a good idea!" Selphie grinned and flashed a quick wink before lifting her own beer, and taking a full gulp this time - it tasted a little better than her first sip. Maybe. "So - try the pizza! Lemme know what you think!" And she might just stare at him until he does.

A wink? Well that was enough of an invitation for him. He leaned forward onto the table, bringing himself closer to her, then snagged a piece of pizza and took a rather large bite from it, chewed, and swallowed. "Almost as good as you," he grinned stupidly.

Selphie didn't make any attempt to move when he leaned closer, but instead she just smiled and watched as he ate some pizza. As good as her? She didn't know what that meant but she blushed a little and took another slice, looking quite pleased.

Well she hadn't hit him, or kneed him, or stepped on his toes yet. That was always a good sign. She was so damn cute, blushing like that. She still looked like jailbait but was over legal age. It was perfect, if it weren't for how many years Travis had on her.

So he just continued to grin at her stupidly for now.

And if he'd asked about that, Selphie wouldn't have an answer: why would she do any of those things? He was only smiling. She finished another slice of pizza and lifted her beer to take another small sip. She blinked at his grin and tilted her head, "Feeling better?"

"Better?" He blinked stupidly, forgetting their earlier conversation until it hit him harder than a freight train. "Oh, yeah. I'm feeling just fine."

Selphie smiled at him happily and leaned back in her chair, just pleased that she was able to help. She took another sip of beer, "Vatheon's not so bad, once you get used to it."

Damn. She was totally not picking up on his moves. He leaned back, rather defeated. He hoped to whatever god was here that there were hot women would flirt back. Maybe he'd even get some action.

Probably not, but he could hope, right? "Yeah, seen worse places."

Maybe she wasn't, but Selphie just had no clue about flirting. She couldn't recognise it when it was happening, and nor would she know how to go about doing it. Still, she saw the defeated look and she leaned forward again, looking concerned.

"Exactly! There are loads worse places than Vatheon. I get to live in a house now, too. It's not really mine, but it's so different from hanging out in a prison cell or something."