Ikoroshia revisited [Open]

[Yamato Tatsuma]

Yamato could not understand why someone would name a bar "Ikoroshia". The word itself was already uninviting in itself, what with it's connections to killing, and what did drinking and killing even have in common? Or well, yeah, people tended to kill people while being drunk. He swiped his nose a bit as he stared at the entrance of the bar before pushing himself inside. He stared around for a moment, meeting the glances of a few office workers who had come to share a few drinks during their lunch break. He then moved himself to sit in front of the counter.

"Just one vodka with some ice, please." The bartender stared at him for a long while, trying to determine his age before shrugging and nodding, leaving to make his drink. He snickered for a moment. The city had grown accepting of students drinking. The Academy had practically spoonfed the whole city with money, and as long as the students were there and were being treated well, the city would be happy.

He was rather annoyed. Hope's Peak Academy? Pah, more like Fuck's Peak. He felt shitty for being in the reserve department. Why the hell had Grandpa gotten him here? Did he know of the situations here?

He grabbed his just brought in drink and chugged it down by himself. 

[Daniel Saotome]

Daniel was on a walk around the Entertainment District, looking for someplace to have some fun, be it an arcade or something of the sort. It was pretty far from his dorm, but he found a nice looking place with an uninviting name.

"Ikoroshia, huh? Doesn't that mean mutual killing or something? Oh well, it doesn't hurt to check it out...

With that thought, Daniel entered the bar and sat down several chairs away from a guy his age who seemed to be drinking alcohol at the counter. Not that it bothered him, anyway. If he liked alcohol, so be it. Who was he to judge the consumption habits of other people?

Regardless, he began to order.

"I'd like some coke with ice, please."

While waiting for his drink to arrive, Daniel decided to start a conversation with the youth.

"Hello there! Are you liking the taste?"

[Yamato Tatsuma]

He slammed the glass down as he tapped the counter. "Another. Stronger vodka." He grunted a bit as he leaned forwards, the edges of his eyes trailing off to the person who had seated himself a few seats away from himself. He looked... Well, it wouldn't be fair for losers to call this person a loser. He snickered to himself for a moment as he straightened himself, his eyes still focused on the boy as he nodded once. "Eh. Tastes better than the shit the Academy is spoonfeeding me." He laughed for a moment as the next glass arrived.

He begun to chug from it quickly as he finished in a few seconds, slamming the glass down once more. He begun to feel a bit light headed, but he knew that his alcohol tolerance was better than average. He could take a few more before losing sight of himself. He then turned his head to the person who he had now dubbed Headphones.

"So, whatever the shit is your "talent"? Or are you someone who's not one of 'em talented?" He tilted his head. Maybe Headphones would be a cool guy. Hopefully. As long as he was not a talent.

[Daniel Saotome]

"My talent, huh? Yeah, I'm a talented student. Though it's sorta embarrassing, I'm the Ultimate Procrastinator. Go ahead and laugh, I won't mind."

Daniel wasn't too proud of his 'talent', but it got him into Hope's Peak. His conversational partner seemed like a pretty rude fella, but then again, Daniel was never the type to judge a book by its cover. He was impressed, though, and he showed it by nodding to the youth he spoke to.

"Ah, glad to hear it. Sometimes the stuff in the Cafeteria is horrible, so I go out and buy me something else to eat. Same goes for beverages as well."

That's when he realized that he hadn't introduced himself to the youth yet.

"Oh, I'm Daniel Saotome by the way. What's your name?"

He then scratched his head in embarrassment. Luckily, his drink then arrived and he began to take a sip from it. As stupid as it sounded, but he wanted to 'savor the taste' of the plain old coke he ordered.

[Yamato Tatsuma]

He ruffled his nose for a moment as he then tapped once more. "Psh. You talent's got it fuckin' gourmand up there in your cafeteria." He shook his head, grunting to himself. "Pretty sure there's at the very least like five fuckin' ultimate chefs in yer kitchen, making you all some grub." The frustration and anger in his voice was so clear that it was almost like he was trying to punch Daniel with his words. He cracked his knuckles, seemingly out of habit more than anything else as he loudly snorted. Another glass was placed in front of him.

He begun to drink that down too, slamming it down as he let out a burp. "Yer lucky. You have a fuckin' talent. Meanwhile, me and the other reserves get whatever the hell you guys leave behind, and then we gotta tell you all that it tastes great." He seemed frustrated, and more and more light headed, as he leaned himself forwards again, closing his eyes in anger and frustration.

[Daniel Saotome]

Daniel sighed as the youth spoke about being a reserve. The frustration in the boy's voice was clearly audible to him.

"I'm definitely the wrong guy to tell you about this, but I can sorta see where you're coming from. If you had a talent and I didn't, I'd be frustrated too. I mean, I don't get why you guys are being treated so horribly at all."

He took another sip from his coke, by now only half of its contents remained in the glass.

"You're attending Hope's Peak as well. Graduation should also grant all of you guys guaranteed success in life, despite being a reserve student. But you know how it is, life isn't fair at all."

Then he recalled the food from the cafeteria and Daniel felt obligated to comment about it again.

"Yeah, we do have several Ultimate Chefs working there, but that doesn't make all their food the best there ever was, you know?"

He then slowly looked around the bar, thinking of another topic to talk about. After two or three minutes, he found something to talk about.

"Maybe it's a tradeoff. You get treated horribly, and in exchange you aren't turned into human guinea pigs. I heard rumors that us talented students are basically scientific experiments for whatever reason. So yeah, what do you think about that?"

Daniel could probably guess that the youth was going to respond negatively, but the least he could do was listen to his complaints. Maybe he just needed to vent his frustrations while drowning his sorrows in alcohol.

[Yamato Tatsuma]

"Success in life, eh?" He laughed for a moment, sipping his drink, for once not gulping it all down with one good gulp. "Ya know, I adore people who think success in life is all about gettin' a fuckin' good job, a wife, an' one or two kids." He laughed again, seemingly getting rid of some tension around Headphones now. Maybe he was an alright dude. He stroked his chin, sipping more of his drink. "I don't find that too successful, ya know. That's being chained down." He shrugged, sipping his drink. "And I kinda like dudes, so that goes against the whole pic too, right?"

He laughed loudly, sipping his drink again. "I just prefer livin' the free life, yeah? Only fuckin' reason I'm here because Grandpa is fulfillin' my parents last wishes and is havin' me inherit the company once I get the fuck outta here." He shook his head. "But I dunno. I'm not a fuckin' businessman. I'm just a fuckin' rude dude who prefers to sit and do some other shit than sit down and manage a whole goddam company." He wiped his eyes for a moment, coughing.

"Not crying, fuck you." He spoke quickly.

[Daniel Saotome]

Daniel was pleased with himself as he seemingly managed to slowly calm the youth down.

"Yeah, I agree with you there. That's what they see as a 'successful life'. I myself think getting a wife and making kids and all that stuff would just be too bothersome, you know?"

He sipped the last of his drink and ordered the same exact beverage once more. As he waited, he continued to talk.

"I'm just like you in that regard." He laughed heartily. "I'm only here because 'graduated from Hope's Peak Academy' would look good on my future job applications. I'll take the job and the money. I need money and not a wife to live, isn't that right?"

Daniel decided not to comment on the fact that the youth lost his parents as it was none of his business. And if he liked men, then so be it. If that made him happy, then that was fine with him.

The company part intrigued him, though. He wasn't sure whether to risk the calmness of the youth or not if he inquired. After a short while, he risked it.

"I'm sorry for intruding on your privacy like that, but what sort of company would you inherit?"

Then Daniel's second drink arrived.

[Yamato Tatsuma]

He raised his eyebrow for a moment, shrugging. "Eh, I 'unno. Motorsports manufacturing. Cars, that kinda stuff. Usually for competitions and shit, ya know?" He shrugged for a moment as he finished his drink, deciding to not get any more as he decided that headphones was not AS shitty as the next talent he would meet. At the very least he understood the real way of life. He begun to play around with his glass, moving it around the table, rolling it. That kinda stuff. "Eh, I dunno if I'll even actually try and inherit the shit. Maybe just give it away to charity or someshit."

"Some kiddos need the jumpstart, ya know. They need it so they don't go trough shit like this thinkin' it's instant success. Sure, it might actually be, but it's still fuckin' stupid. People want success, they shouldda not have to go trough this kinda shit. Ya get what I mean?" He wiped his nose. Sure, he had himself been born with a golden spoon in his mouth, but he spat it out whenever he could. It made him feel free and far more comfortable.

"Say, Headphones. Ya aren't that bad of a dude, for a fuckin' talent." He grinned.

[Daniel Saotome]

Daniel was relieved at the fact that his drinking buddy didn't jump at his throat and punch his daylights out.

"Thanks, I appreciate the nice words." He said to him, while giving him a genuine smile.

Daniel felt embarrassed, though, that this boy told him so much about himself, so he thought of a way to make up for that.

"Also, thanks for telling me all of this. In return, you can ask me as many questions as you'd like. It's just fair, isn't it? If there's anything I hate, it'd be injustice. Like the way you reserve students are treated. You guys deserve better."

Daniel felt that he and the drinking pro were on the same wavelength, sorta. So he guessed that the guy would make good use of this offer.