unknownrival | [RL with Birkin - you! I wanna take you to a gay bar!]

Okay better, better, at least Issei was good at learning. Birkin smiled, watching him like a hawk just in case anything happened. Though the guy Issei was talking to didn't seem to be some kind of creepy rapist or anything. And when some guy walked up to him and started talking, what was Birkin supposed to say? 'Buzz off, jackass, I'm stalking that kid'? How much trouble could Issei get into in one minute?

"You look kinda young," the guy said, smiling slightly lecherously. "How about I buy us both drinks and you can just pay me back for it in a bit?"

"Eh? Are you sure about that?" Issei blinked, innocent as ever. He really didn't belong in any kind of social situation that required the ability to sense innuendo. "If you would be so kind, I suppose I have no choice but to pay you back for them."

He appreciated Birkin's presence, still. But how much trouble could he get into in one minute?

The guy smirked before walking off and buying a pair of pink cosmopolitans to bring back to Issei. Birkin was excitedly chatting away about his work with the man who'd walked up to him, so he didn't even notice when Issei's pseudo-date was right behind him.

"Here you are~" He handed the monk the drink with a smirk. "So, what's your name and where in the world do you get your hair done?" On Birkin's world, blue hair was a bit of a deal.

"It's a natural trait. It runs in my mother's side of the family, it's fairly rare," Issei explained, feeling a little relieved now that he wasn't actively flirting. He took a sip of his drink to be polite. Not bad - a little sweet. "My name is Issei Ryudo. And yours would be?"

"Mike. Just call me Mike." He snickered to himself. This kid obviously wasn't a drinker but he was so focused on being polite that one cosmo should get him to loosen up enough. 'Mike' pouted slightly. "What? You don't like the drink? Shit, I should have asked you what you liked." He lightly punched the wall they were standing next to. "I always fuck shit up like that!"

Birkin turned around for a second to check on Issei, and he looked fine standing next to that guy, so he just turned back and kept on talking with his current companion.

"No, that isn't it!" Issei answered with widened eyes, reaching out to lightly rest a hand on Mike's shoulder with his free hand. "I just don't drink very often... It's good, though, don't worry." He took another sip. "I like it very much, thank you.

"Really?" Mike smiled shyly, resting a hand on Issei's, slightly more intent on keeping it in place. "I'm glad." He took a sip too. "Well, drink up, you don't want it to get warm! Trust me, vodka fucking sucks when it's not cold!" He laughed good-naturedly, wondering just how much of this the blushy little blue-haired kid was buying.

"I'll trust you on that." Issei took a large gulp of his drink, following his new 'friend's' advice. "I'm not certain how much I can drink of this, actually. I get tipsy very easily. I don't want you to waste your money, however, and I promise I'll pay you back the full amount."

Now that was just the sort of shit Mike wanted to hear. "Here, let me make sure you don't start falling over or anything." He smirked devilishly, and wrapped an arm around Issei's back, holding him tightly just in case he tried to get away. "Oh I'm not worried about that. I'm sure you'll pay me back like a good boy."

"I'm not that bad... I think." Issei laughed; if he'd had any experience in matters like this, alarm bells would have been ringing at Mike's tight grip and expression. "What exactly do you want from me, anyway? I don't think I ever asked."

Mike's smirk somehow widened. This kid was just so adorably naive. "Don't worry about that. You'll like it too." Mike leaned in quickly, roughly pressing his lips to Issei's before grinding their hips together.

Birkin chose that moment to turn around. Not really knowing who had initiated all that, but having a vague feeling it wasn't Issei, he decided to keep watching for the time being to try and figure it out.

Issei's entire face went red as he stammered and started shaking. H-he'd kissed him, and was, was doing other things that should really be reserved for the bedroom! Was he talking about sex the entire time?! Dear merciful Buddha...

Issei struggled in Mike's grip for a few seconds unsuccessfully. "I, I'm sure you're a very nice man, b-but could you please stop that now?"

Mike chuckled darkly, holding Issei tighter to keep him from squirming. "No I don't think I will," he whispered, starting to bite at the monk's neck.

Birkin glowered at the scene. On the one hand, Issei would probably blush and stammer and shake even if he was enjoying it, but the struggling seemed to tell a very different story. He slowly got up off the barstool he was sitting on, walking over to where they were at a leisurely pace, hoping he'd be able to figure out what was going on before he had the urge to start breaking someone's neck.

Issei was not very good at physical activities, like shoving someone off of him. He was not very good at punching anyone in the face, so he didn't bother doing that. And he was obviously not very good at convincing people to stop molesting him.

There was one thing that he was good at even by the community's standards, though, and that was screaming. He took in a deep breath.

"BIRKIN, HELP ME!"

Within a second, Birkin was next to the both of them, grabbing Mike roughly by the neck and tossing him away from Issei. He tossed him hard enough to make him go flying into the wood paneling that held up the bar. Birkin winced, realizing he must have let his instinct get the best of him and he had managed to trigger his Tyrant abilities.

His eyes were still a menacing red when he turned back to Issei and shot him a concerned look. "Are you okay?"

Issei clung to him, burying his face in Birkin's chest. Always a very tactile person, today it had the added benefit of making him not notice the change in eye color. "I... I'm fine. He just molested me a little... and wouldn't leave me alone." He took in a deep breath. "I thought you said that no one would do anything, it was just talking?"

Birkin sighed in relief; Issei was fine, which meant that his eyes and the rest of him was back to his sad little realm of humanity. "I know what I said. I'm sorry, I should have warned you about guys like that." He wrapped his arms around the monk, holding him in place as he nervously glanced around the room at people staring at them in shock and fear and - Oh shit he'd actually killed that guy, hadn't he?

Issei, he realized, must be fearless, hugging someone like him after watching him throw a man across the room. Maybe he just honestly didn't care, or somehow didn't notice... But Birkin wasn't about to start looking a gift horse in the mouth and bring that up any time soon.

"I-it's all right. You didn't know that this would happen, so it's fine." Issei took in a deep breath, then lifted his head to look at Birkin. "Thank you. For protecting me."

He turned his head and glanced around him at the people staring. "...is he going to be okay? Should someone call an ambulance?"

"Yeah, he'll be just fine." No, he was probably dead as a doornail and had his spine broken in a few places. Oh well. "We should probably go." Birkin chuckled nervously. If this showed up on the evening news... Ah, fuck. "Anytime, Issei. That's, uh, kinda what I'm here for." He was blushing and starting to usher the monk over to the door.

"Yes, we should." Issei followed willingly, turning back to look at Birkin and blushing slightly himself. "B-before everything happened, was I good at flirting? I really was trying, that time... I want to do well."

"Hey, he made out with you, didn't he?" Birkin simply shrugged. "That means he liked you. Ergo, you were good at flirting."

He walked them both over to the dock where Birkin had parked the boat that would take them back to the island. "I probably should have given you the 'don't take drinks from strangers' lesson first, huh?" He rolled his eyes at himself. Knew there was something he forgot... "Are you alright coming back with me? Adachi can worldhop so we can get you home without a problem." Hopefully everyone, or nearly everyone, was going to be asleep by now.

"I suppose..." Issei sounded a bit unsure.

He climbed aboard, settling himself inside the boat. "Yes, I'm fine returning home with you. There isn't anything else to do in this situation, since I can't worldhop myself. Thank you for taking me out, Birkin. I enjoyed parts of it."

"I'm glad the night wasn't totally ruined for you." He hopped in the driver's seat, trying to remember which levers did what. Now that the adrenaline had warn off, he was starting to feel the effects of his drunkenness again. "You might want to hold on to something." Big lever forward makes boat go forward. He could do this. This was easy.

The boat lurched forward and sped off towards the general direction of the island. ...They needed to name that thing one of these days.

"I enjoy spending time with - whoa!" Issei clutched the side of the boat. "-with you. We should meet up again sometime. Perhaps with no drinking involved, and perhaps at my place."

He felt a bit nervous, and had to ask, even though it was a tad rude. "You were drinking a fair amount... are you sure it's safe or legal for you to be driving the boat?"

Birkin laughed loudly, the sound verging on a cackle. "Issei, remember who you're talking to. I can't even remember the last time I've done something safe or legal!" He turned the boat slightly moving away from where the island was a bit, having learned the protocol for keeping people from getting too nosy. "Hell, this boat isn't even registered anywhere!" He turned again, circling around the back of the island before slowing it down and flicking on the radar system in the boat. "We have sea mines surrounding the island," he explained. "Don't want any unexpected visitors, you know."

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