I went out that night, to a club in the part of town I grew up in. Junior's club had the best music and the best drinks as always.
I had left Kamala with a babysitter, and had an assistant take over my bakery for the night, and I had no huntress missions for awhile.
When I entered, I said hello to Junior, the owner, and sat down at the bar, a few seats away from two twin girls in white and red dresses. They looked very beautiful, but so young. They had a whole life ahead of them.
A bartender approached me and asked what I'd like to drink. "Hm. How about a pink lemonade margarita?" It was fun to pretend like I had no cares in the world, ordering such a fun beverage.
The bartender nodded, adjusting their glasses, then began to quickly shake and pour it into a large glass.
They slid it over to me, then leaned over the bar, and asked me for my name. "I go by Honey. What's yours?"
They smile slightly, and respond with, "That's a lovely name for a lovely woman. Name's Nix."
Nix and I chatted for awhile, we laughed about silly things and made casual small talk.
"It's kind of a rarity to see someone such as yourself in this part of town." They laughed, refilling my margarita.
I tilted my head to the side. Were they referring to my ears? I never covered them anymore, but I wasn't sure.
They didn't seem to notice my confusion at all. Nix continued talking, I could've mistaken them for a motorboat due to their motor-mouth. "Faunus don't usually come around hear. But I'm not like the other humans, I think the Faunus are exotic. My neighbor is a Faunus. I put cat ears on once. What kind of animal are you?" They asked, staring at my ears.
I realized that I thought Nix was into me, but apparently they only saw my heritage. I felt fetishized by this person.
"I am not an animal. I'm a person, don't call me 'exotic.' Don't wear cat ears in an effort to pretend you understand how I feel. Your neighbor doesn't make you not racist." I hissed at them, clutching my margarita glass so hard that it nearly shattered.
"Damn, you in the White Fang or something? You're like a wild beast." Their words stuck into me like little needles pricking my skin.
I glared at them, very angered by their ignorant and belittling words. Defending the Faunus makes me an extremist? Defending myself makes me an extremist?
Closing my eyes, I let out a breath. Then, I turned towards them, and smiled sweetly while saying, "I guess you're right, forgive me for being so aggressive and animal-like." I pretend to play it off.
"Haha, yeah, it's okay. I know Faunus probably makes your feelings go wild. You need to chill." They ignorantly say.
I smiled again, and said, just a bit more icily. "But don't forgive me for this."
I grabbed my half broken margarita glass. I dumped the icy cold liquid all over the bartender's head, dousing them in margarita.
They let out a cry as the margarita got in his eyes and all over their clothes. I stood up and hissed, "It was YOU, who needed to chill."
With that, I turned on my heel and strutted away, hearing the bartender panic and the two girls who were beside me begin to laugh.
