Bar Vibes & Bad Decisions

[Back angle — Dez and Shiro walk side-by-side down a dim hallway, lit by flickering neon and soft magical lanterns.]

Shiro:

"Y'know… just hit me. Ain't you lowkey throw me into some shit? Feels like that one movie with the two dudes—named after a weekday."

Dez (smirking):

"Eh. You'll live."

Shiro:

"What about you? Ain't they gonna come after you? You did give me their property."

Dez:

"They don't know about this place. I'll lay low. And even if they do…" (taps his holster) "You know I keep it on me."

Shiro (side-eyeing):

"Yeah. You got it."

[They push through a swinging door. Bass-heavy music thumps. Glasses clink. Dim lighting bounces off enchanted chrome bottles and hungry eyes.]

Dez (nodding toward VIP):

"You tryna drink? Chill a bit?"

Shiro:

"Yeah. I'll slide back to Lena's later."

Dez (raising a brow):

"Oh—Lena? That name rings bells."

Shiro:

"What, she a thot or somethin'?"

Dez (snorts):

"Nah, not like that. She's just… known. Gorgeous. Does enchantments, boosts shops with spells. Big in certain circles. Strong too."

Shiro:

"Mhm. Couldn't even tell, the way she was all over me. I thought, this too easy."

Dez:

"Then she probably likes you. She curves everybody else."

[They drop into the velvet-lined booth. Dez flags the bartender. Shiro's gaze drifts to the bar—three dark elven women, tattoos moving like ink alive, silver rings catching Crystal light. Watching him.]

Dez (following Shiro's gaze):

"Ohh, I see you. But didn't you already bag two? Who was the second?"

Shiro:

"The more the merrier. And if you gotta know—D-Watcher. Orc warlord. Grakka."

Dez (eyes wide):

"Grakka?! Bro, she straight-up murders people who trespass. You're unreal. Teach me, Sensei—right now."

Shiro (grinning):

"It just comes easy, Dezzy. Natural. Meanwhile, you still dry like desert winds."

Dez (rubbing the back of his neck):

"Yeah, yeah… just unlucky."

[The bartender girl places a dark bottle down.]

Bartender Girl:

"Boss, can I head out early?"

Dez:

"Yeah. Just clean up first."

Bartender Girl:

"Thanks." (She glances at Shiro, cheeks pink, then dips.)

Dez (grabbing the bottle):

"Damn you, Shiro." (downs two shots)

Shiro (smirking):

"Just gotta have it, buddy." 😂

[Before Dez can pour another, one dark elf rises—hips swaying like smoke. Her fingers trail along the booth.]

Dark Elf 1 (teasing):

"Hey there… tall, dark, and handsome."

[Another joins, slow smile, silver-white hair twirling.]

Dark Elf 2:

"We were wondering when you'd stop staring and come talk…"

[The third glides up quiet. Voice silk over steel.]

Dark Elf 3:

"But then we figured… you like being hunted, huh?"

[Shiro leans back, grin slow and sharp.]

Shiro:

"I don't run. But if y'all wanna chase… I'll make it fun."

Dez (sipping, muttering):

"Bro… you not even tryin'."

[The elves lean in—one on his arm, one dragging a claw down his shoulder, one tapping her dagger on his glass.]

Dark Elf 1:

"Mmm… he smells dangerous."

Dark Elf 2:

"And reckless."

Dark Elf 3:

"We like that."

Shiro (chuckling):

"Then y'all gonna love what happens next."

[Suddenly, a shadow blocks the booth. Heavy boots stomp. Thick-shouldered orc—dark steel skin, tusks gleaming—looms.]

Orc (growling):

"They were drinking my drinks."

[Room tilts. Conversations stop. Bassline slows.]

Shiro (still leaned back, calm):

"They walked over here. I ain't drag 'em."

Orc:

"I paid for their rounds. Think just lookin' pretty gets 'em on your lap?"

Dez (low):

"Ahh, hell…"

Dark Elf 1:

"Gorran, go flex somewhere else."

Dark Elf 2:

"We're not yours. You sent drinks, not a lease."

Dark Elf 3:

"You're embarrassing yourself again."

[Gorran snarls. Shiro stands—slow. Calm. Dangerous.]

Shiro:

"You mad 'cause they left… or 'cause you never had 'em in the first place?"

[Gorran slams his mug into the table edge—cracks it.]

Gorran:

"I don't care who you are. Keep sniffin' around and I'll split your skull."

[Shiro steps in close. Grin sharp.]

Shiro:

"Then do it. Let's see if your fists hit harder than your ego."

[Silence. Dez's fingers hover near his holster.]

Dez:

"Aight, aight—yo, yo. Let's not redecorate with orc blood. I just got this booth enchanted."

[The elves smirk.]

Dark Elf 1:

"Gorran, baby. Take the L."

[Gorran grits his tusks and storms off, wrecking a chair on the way. Room breathes again. Music slides back in.]

Shiro (dropping into the booth):

"Damn. Could've used the workout."

Dez:

"You're a magnet for bad decisions and beautiful women."

Shiro:

"Facts. One always leads to the other."

[The dark elves curl closer. The tension only made them thirstier.]

Dez:

"Aight, aight—I see what's happening." (gestures to one)

"You—what's your name again?"

Dark Elf 1 (smirking):

"Nivra. And you look like trouble I wouldn't mind babysitting."

Dez (nervous):

"She flirtin' or tryna eat me?"

Shiro (grinning):

"Same thing, Dezzy. Just don't die."

[Dez scoots over. Nivra slips beside him. Vex and Yala slide closer to Shiro.]

Vex (whispers):

"Your friend's cute. But you… you're trouble."

Yala:

"We like trouble. Especially when it don't beg."

Shiro:

"I don't beg. I claim."

[Vex leans in, lips brushing his ear.]

Vex:

"Then claim us… somewhere dark."

[Dez stands, chuckling.]

Dez:

"Gonna hit the bathroom. Try not to get anyone pregnant while I'm gone."

[He walks off. Vex grabs Shiro's hand. Yala tugs at his belt. The scene fades under velvet curtains. Shadows dance.]

[Time Skip – Minutes Later]

[Shiro steps out of VIP. Adjusts belt. Grin wicked. The elves peek out—flushed and breathless.]

Shiro (to himself):

"Alright… time to slide."

[He walks. Nears the exit—]

CRACK!

[A bottle shatters. Gorran steps out with two more orcs. Rusted cleavers. Rage in their eyes.]

Gorran:

"Told you this wasn't over."

Shiro:

"You really followed me? Bruh, not my fault you scared the vibes."

Gorran:

"You're dead."

[Gorran charges. Shiro ducks—sweeps—BANG. Skull to wall. One orc rushes. Shiro cracks his wrist and knees his gut till he vomits.]

[Third hits him. Shiro's lip splits.]

Shiro (grinning, bloody):

"Now we're talkin'…"

[He goes wild. Claws flash. Fists land like thunder. One orc crashes into a dumpster. One drowns in a puddle. Gorran's nose? Shattered.]

[Shiro lifts the one who hit him and pimp-slaps him.]

Shiro:

"Next time, stay mad—from a distance."

[Lena and Grakka land in the alley. Blood steams at Shiro's feet.]

Lena (teasing):

"Oh dear… someone had a wild night."

[Grakka steps in, sniffing.]

Grakka (low):

"sniffs…Tch."

Shiro:

"Damn."

Grakka:

"You reek of them."

Shiro:

"Which part? Blood? Sex? Victory?"

Grakka:

"The elves. Their scent's on your chest… throat… under your damn nails."

[Lena watches. Silent. Interested.]

Grakka:

"You let them mark you?"

Shiro:

"Didn't let. Just didn't stop it."

[Grakka steps closer.]

Grakka (low):

"You're mine. Don't get too bold."

Shiro (grinning):

"Bold's my only setting."

[Lena walks up. Touches his gauntlet.]

Lena (soft):

"This is new."

Shiro:

"Dez upgraded it. Cursed. Modified. Hits harder now."

Lena (listening deeper):

"It's alive. Feeds on kills. Adapts to you."

(softly)

"…It likes you. That's rare. And dangerous."

Shiro:

"I like dangerous things. Including y'all."

[Grakka scoffs, arms crossed.]

Grakka:

"I ain't fightin' you now. Not when you smell like spit and weak girls."

Shiro (laughing):

"Oh, so you do wanna fight."

Grakka:

"Maybe."

Lena:

"No fighting. Not tonight. We didn't come to spar."

Shiro:

"Then what'd you come for?"

Lena (half-lidded):

"To see if you were okay… But you handled yourself."

Grakka:

"I heard it. Made my ears twitch."

Shiro:

"I don't do noise. I do damage."

[They stand in moonlight—sweat, blood, perfume, tension.]

Lena:

"Walk with us. Let's see if the man who fights like a beast… can earn a night with one."

Grakka:

"And stop stinking like a brothel."

Shiro (grinning):

"I'm not the one beggin' to sniff."

[Grakka growls—but there's a smirk underneath.]

[The trio walks off — wild energy behind them, a warbound future ahead.]