Drunk & Horny: Riona Minami Bar Pickup. Warm lights spilled from the bar onto the wet Tokyo pavement. Inside, the air was thick with the murmur of conversations and the clinking of glasses. Kenji nursed his beer, watching the Friday night crowd, when she walked in. Riona Minami. He recognized her instantly, even if she looked less polished, more… relaxed than in her photos. Her hair was a little messy, a strand falling across her cheek, and her cheeks themselves were flushed, maybe from the cold, or maybe from something stronger.
She scanned the room, a slight sway to her step, before settling onto a stool a few down from him. He could tell right away, she’d had a couple. Not sloppy drunk, but definitely… loosened up. And there was something about that looseness that was incredibly appealing. The way she laughed easily at something the bartender said, the way her dress, a simple black thing, shifted just a little too much as she moved.
He hesitated for maybe a minute too long, playing it cool in his head. Screw it. He slid off his stool and walked towards her, heart doing a little drum solo.
“Mind if I join you?” he asked, trying for casual but feeling the heat in his face.
She turned, her eyes a little unfocused for a second before they sharpened, a playful glint sparking in them. “Sure, why not?” Her voice was a little breathier than he expected, husky and warm.
He ordered another beer and settled in. The conversation started light, the usual bar chatter – work, the weather, the terrible karaoke already starting up in the corner. But with each sip of her highball, and each shared laugh, the air between them thickened. He noticed the way she leaned in when she spoke, her perfume, a sweet floral scent, filling his senses. He saw the subtle lick of her lips as she listened to him, the way her fingers toyed with the stem of her glass.
She told him she was celebrating finishing a long shoot, something about a… documentary. He didn’t pry, just smiled and nodded, watching her. The alcohol was definitely working its magic. Her eyes were darker now, pupils dilated, and her laughter was louder, freer. When their knees brushed under the bar, it wasn’t accidental. He felt a jolt, a spark of pure desire.
“This place is getting crowded,” she murmured, her voice dropping an octave. She was looking at him directly now, no pretense, just open invitation in her eyes. “Maybe we should… continue this somewhere else?”
He didn’t need to be asked twice. He paid the bill, his hand lingering a little longer than necessary on hers as he took her coat. Out on the street, the cold air hit them, but it didn’t sober them up, it just sharpened the edges of their desire. As they walked, her hand found his, fingers interlacing.
“My place is close,” he said, his voice rougher than he intended.
She squeezed his hand, her smile a slow, knowing curve of her lips. “Lead the way.”
The movie title flashed in his mind, unbidden: Drunk & Horny: Riona Minami Bar Pickup. He chuckled to himself, a low thrill running through him. Yeah, he thought, yeah, that about sums it up perfectly. And tonight was definitely going to be a scene worth remembering.
