Floodwaters
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Sienna's face was still twisted in confusion. It didn't seem like a single other person present had interpreted Misato's rather reckless presentation of a firearm the same way she had, which made little sense to her and only served to worsen her embarrassment at her rather violent reaction. Perhaps it was best that she had stumbled before things escalated further, but it didn't make her feel any better. Misato's wild change of demeanor further perplexed her, and now Mitsuko had been asked to provide her with another drink. Had she been right in thinking that this was all just a dream after all, and now it was starting to take a wacky turn for the worse? Or had everyone just lost their minds?
She looked at Mitsuko as the Neko bowed, but the only thing she offered in return was a continuation of her blank, bewildered expression. When she turned on her heel to head to the bar, Sienna watched her for a second, then looked at Chieko and Natsumi with her brow furrowed in a partial frown, as if to wordlessly ask them just what in the dickens had just happened.
Not certain what other options were available to her, and really just desiring to use any opportunity to dodge the attention her stupid stunt had attracted, she drew herself up and followed Mitsuko to the bar. A dull ache throbbed in her hip where she had landed, and she wobbled occasionally as she walked in her heels, but she otherwise tried to keep her shoulders back and her chin up as she strode across the room. She wasn't sure she really wanted to be here anymore.
Arriving at the bar and walking up to the spot next to Mitsuko, she noisily dropped the pistol, magazines, and empty wine glass on the bar's surface with a clatter, never once taking her eyes off of the back or side of Mitsuko's turned-away head. She leaned forward on the bar, propped up by her hands, and chewed on her tongue as she mulled over the night's events thus far, still staring at Mitsuko as if expecting some kind of exchange.
She looked at Mitsuko as the Neko bowed, but the only thing she offered in return was a continuation of her blank, bewildered expression. When she turned on her heel to head to the bar, Sienna watched her for a second, then looked at Chieko and Natsumi with her brow furrowed in a partial frown, as if to wordlessly ask them just what in the dickens had just happened.
Not certain what other options were available to her, and really just desiring to use any opportunity to dodge the attention her stupid stunt had attracted, she drew herself up and followed Mitsuko to the bar. A dull ache throbbed in her hip where she had landed, and she wobbled occasionally as she walked in her heels, but she otherwise tried to keep her shoulders back and her chin up as she strode across the room. She wasn't sure she really wanted to be here anymore.
Arriving at the bar and walking up to the spot next to Mitsuko, she noisily dropped the pistol, magazines, and empty wine glass on the bar's surface with a clatter, never once taking her eyes off of the back or side of Mitsuko's turned-away head. She leaned forward on the bar, propped up by her hands, and chewed on her tongue as she mulled over the night's events thus far, still staring at Mitsuko as if expecting some kind of exchange.