Chapter 1 – The City Lights
The beat of the blinking lights. The dancing of laser beams. The sweat of the cold bottle of beer. The tinkle of ice soaked in rhum. The pulsating breath and movements in the room. It was one of many nights.
The night is young as it stroked midnight. The ladies are tipsy over their alcohol, giggling over their peers. The men, with scavenger eyes, ready to target their prey for the night. There will be victims of the crimes they commit. Others will be enjoying the fun. Some will be feeding the ducks right outside the gutter and fall asleep on the corner. The night is getting more fun.
She was the coach; she danced into the moonlight and knows how to play the game. The ultimate price, she was. The Coach is a head turner. She would walk and flirt and all the men in the bar would go gaga just to stare at her. Her beauty and charm was irresistible. She would dance under the moving lights and would be swarmed by determined ants to get the sugar. But that is if you can get past the guards. Because of her beauty and charm she is well protected, guarded among the barbarians of the wild. She was a princess to be won.
Naturally, a well confident man is able to pursue the prize of capturing the beauty of the Coach. But this was the mistake of the many; the Coach plays this game so well that if you think that she is falling for your witty lines and smooth flirts. She is just starting her game. She plays to as if boost up your confidence and ego but in the end she is toying with his feelings. Then so suddenly, she disappears without a trace that leaves you wanting for more.
This was the Coach’s game. And she was very good at it. She is an asshole. She doesn’t care or even think about anyone else. She was as strong as a man. She was independent and she never really needed anyone at her side.
The night lights blink and stumbled as the predators eyed the Coach. One idiotic victim approaches. He danced and moved his body closer to her. He raised his beer to signal his troops that he is going in for the moment.
The Coach saw her. She flashed her eyes with a wink as they danced together. She was going to play the game. She was ready. She knows she will have fun.
He danced with the Coach with the upbeat music. His hands ran around her body as he moved his body closer and closer. He caressed her gently at the back hoping she would like it. She didn’t seem to mind. It was on the dance floor anyways, everyone can do that.
Wham!
He was lying on the floor. His nose was bleeding. The Coach cowered upon him smiling.
“Not on my game,” the Coach smirked, as the other men laughed man on the floor. “I don’t play well with others. And I like it that way.”
She drank her bottle of rum and partied the night away.
He stood up wiping his nose and said, “asshole.”
Chapter 2 – Ryokucha Tea House
Tea.
Green Tea.
Brewed Hot and steaming, the tea makes him calm and better. He always had his tea before he when to bed. Its always the same tea shop every night. The smell of stale beer and cigarette menthols overpower his scent. He loves it better having his tea. He feels good drinking a pot before resting.
Despite of his formal appearance, he is an asshole. His friends call him Sensei. This was his usual spot in the city, the Ryokucha Tea house. After the blinks of the lights of the bar, after the dancing and partying, he stays here.
