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

"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."

Sea mines. Wonderful.

"I'm going to die," Issei pronounced this quite calmly, though inside he was panicking. "I'm on a boat with a drunk person who's about to steer us into a sea mine. Farewell, my life. It was fun."

Birkin laughed loudly again, calmly steering the boat. "Relax, kid! No one's going to die. I've done this a million times before!" Actually, he hadn't, but he wasn't about to let Issei keep worrying.

"Trust me, Issei, just trust me." They were nearly to the dock anyway, thanks to Birkin's masterful drunk driving skills. "I'm more worried that no one's asleep and that they're going to be pissed I swiped the boat, honestly. Sea mines would at least kill us quickly!" He laughed surprisingly jovially at the thought.

"I don't want to be tortured to death!" Issei yelped, eyes going wide. "If I had known things would end up like this, I would have insisted on a place on my world! Even if I had been recognized, it's still better than dying an ignoble death at the hands of your comrades..."

"Please don't say the word 'comrade'," Birkin said sternly, tying the boat back up to the dock. "You sound like Krauser when you do." He stepped out of the boat shakily, holding a hand out to help Issei. Birkin smiled. "Don't worry about it! I protected you from that creepy guy, didn't I? I'll keep my friends from torturing you. Honest!"

"If you say so... I trust you." Issei took in a deep breath, and stepped onto the dock. "It's late at night, so hopefully they're all asleep. I don't want to meet any of them in person if I don't have to. ...Let's just go inside."

Birkin didn't bother mentioning that the island's sleep schedule was a little strange and even if it was 4 in the morning, at least one of them was guaranteed to be up. "They're really not all that bad," he mumbled as he laid his arm over Issei's shoulders, more to keep himself steady on his feet than anything else.

He fished through his pockets before pulling out a keycard triumphantly and using it to open the front door. "Welcome to our humble abode. Not quite as freaky as I'm sure some people expect it to look." He chuckled to himself. And Birkin was right, it looked completely like any other ordinary home really, if you ignored the occasional blood splatter on the floor.

Having heard the roar of the boat's motor - and being well aware that Birkin still wasn't back from his 'grocery shopping' trip - there was someone waiting for them.

Well, waiting wasn't quite accurate. But at the moment Birkin stepped through the door, a strange rumbling sound began to approach from the shadows down a nearby hallway.

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