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Calli's P.O.V.

"He-he, Calli's Oppai."

If only she didn't drink that water, this wouldn't be happening.

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I'm taking responsibility for her and for myself after taking shots after shots like my co-workers did. It's not like I was forced to do it. It was just the surrounding atmosphere was so lively and boisterous. A drink or two might have slipped down my throat, but "How much?" is a number I don't know of. I did it only to appease them and nothing else. After that, seeing how the demands kept escalating, I faded into the darkness. Examples like the party tricks they did and other improper adult behaviour. You won't catch me dead or alive even, doing... well... like... taking a highly concentrated shot of alcohol after losing a card game, stripping down naked to show what kind of weapon you were welding, and hitting on other people in the same bar that wasn't under the influence of anything, only to be slapped in the face, passing out to enter the Dreamworld. It was the opposite environment that is now. Knowing that, I relocated from where they were, and headed to a somewhat quieter place within it.

During my stay at a certain bar, I was at a counter seat, away from the adult banter. It was kinda hard to ignore the people doing the opposite of how other people imagined them. One light slip after another of my favourite wine, more people started coming into the bar, almost embracing the lifestyle of this place. It is my favourite bar as well to chill and relax. But since they started to get so well known, the conundrum of it all saddens my future experience of this place. It makes me feel isolated from my emotions that are still living inside me. Looking around the place once more, it looked like I alone shared what I was feeling. Having a long life is a blessing and a curse. No-ah days, this is called blursed. Meaning, both hold the same weight as the other. The people I work with don't know that fact, so I both feel envious and empathetic. Less empathy now, since the place I love is now a shred of its former self. "Hate" was also one of those emotions.

"Humans and their drunken souls."

My complaints drowned in the sea of noise that was going on behind me. If I have a problem with it, I either fix it or abandon it. So, I decided to leave my favourite bar. I had fun memories galore, but those peaceful times have been reaped by humans.

And reaping was supposed to be my job.

Cutting my memories short with this bar, I paid for my drinks at the counter and left my drunk co-workers to fend for themselves. Who was paying the bill again?

A rapper reaper? This "Your Boy" guy prolly sounds self-deprecating. I should prolly cop his vinyl and check if it's half-decent.

On my way to the exit of the place passing my co-workers, I spotted a girl with orange hair and wearing not one or two, but three hats on her head. The first one had straws from a farming village somewhere, the second one was a European style hat for painters and the last was sort-of a hat, but plucked right off a full cooked turkey. I can't tell what she was wearing, but from behind alone, I could tell that her whole attitude was sluggish. The way she throws the hand around a random female with red hair, it was like she had something she liked. Going forward, I found out that wasn't the case. She was drinking shots after many shots, sometimes taking the whole bottle for a swing, saying things like:

"WHY IS CALLI CONSTANTLY AVOIDING ME AND COMPLIMENTING OTHER GIRLS? I HAVE BIG BOOBEES LIKE AME TOO, YOU KNOW!!!"

"I KNOW GURA IS CUTE AND ALL, BUT SERIOUSLY CALLI? LOOK AT ALL THESE CURVES. THEY CAN'T LIE EVEN IF THEY TRIED!!!"

"INA? WELL, INA IS JUST INA. BUT IF YOU WANT SOMEONE TO WRAP AROUND YOU, I'LL DO IT WITH A PREMIUM EXCLUSIVE OFFER. PRICE, FREE OF CHARGE. NOT EVEN A TACO BELL WRAP WILL BE ABLE TO WRAP AS TIGHT AS I AM WITH YOU AND ME IN-BETWEEN THE SHEETS!!!"