[Thani]

Username:
Thani

Name:
Hanson

what are they mad about?:

"Oh man this isn't what it looks like I wasn't trying to make a move on your girl! I swear!"
He ducks as an object is thrown at his head, tripping backwards as he tries getting away from the dude.
"Come on tell him! I was just asking about-- aaack!"
The guy wouldn't hear it.

...

You see what happened was. . .

Hanson was sitting at the bar, minding his own buisness as he sipped at his drink.
He decided to try something new and it was delicious. To remember this moment he popped open his front facing camera and posed for a selfie, holding the drink up to his face.

"Blehhh" he stuck his tongue out in his signature pose and noticed quickly that his tongue was BRIGHT BLUE.
"Aw come on ! This ruins my aesthetic!"
He muttered slightly irritated as he sat his drink back down.
There had to be a way to get this color off quickly.

He scanned the bar and eyes landed on a female sitting alone, sipping at a very similiar drink.
He waltzed his way over and sat next to her.
"Hey do you got any tricks at removing this ?"
He stuck his tonuge out and pointed at it.
"I know you ladies have your magical ways at doing things."
He winked, not meaning anything by it.
However he'd soon realize that was a big mistake.

...

All this ruckus and frustration for no reason.
And as he ran around the bar dodging objects and shouting out denials.
He realized to himself
He could have just drank some water to wash away the blue.
And all of this could have been avoided...
.
.
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[ramen bun]

username: ♛¢нคяℓιє тʜє ∂ємση♛
name: Horn
what are they mad about?:

The fight started with Horn recognizing a guy who didn't give him money for some sorta deal,

he yelled "HEY, SIR! GIMME THE WALLET!"

"He shook with fright at the startling yelling of Horn, he punched him in the guts, the man was in pain, obviously.

Horn walked out holding a fist and a tight grudge against that poor guy, who didn't even do anything wrong, Horn was just angry about the man, mistaking him for someone else and trying to beat him up.

He comes into the bar, next day and sees the same man, but he fights back.

"He crushes part of the bar, out of anger." The bartender that day, said "Hey.... Sir! You have to pay for the damage and fighting,

He yelled back, No! PAYING FOR YOUR FACE! "He attempted to "hit" the bartender out of pure anger but kept missing.

HEY! STAY STILL! He grabbed the bartender by the shirt, yelling about money.

" He grabbed some money out of the register and then, the bartender that day, blacked out.

"He woke up to 260$ stolen and Horn's cigar on the ground.

He yelled. and he screeched for help with a wound on his knee,

Suddenly, The nurses on the cruise walked in, the bartender on the ground. Wailing for help and mercy.

The nurses took him in and asked him, are you alright, sir?

He responded no, while yelling.

They asked, "Sir, who hurt you?"

He yelled HOOOOOOORRRRRRRNNNNNNN!

and he ended up getting angry because he was banned from the bar due to this indecent but hes mad all the time, so "Whatever!"

[khvoxtic]

username: planiteri | name: Anatolius
what are they mad about?:

Anatolius knew they needed to calm down, they were breathing too heavily and too quick. The air around them was hot enough already. It was making them woozy. Lightheaded, with numbing lips and fingers, the signs of hyperventilating were clear. Fingers drifting to the collection of hair ties on their wrist, they pulled and let go of them in sequence before stopping to retie their hair, brushing it out of their face only to struggle to hold their arms up, letting them fall to their sides as their hair cascaded back around their face.

"You alright?" Came the question. A kalon, slightly taller than themselves questioned as they stirred their drink slowly.
"Peachy."

Making their way over to the seat next to the stranger, head resting on the cold wood and relishing in the change of temperature. There was a beat of silence between them before they started up again, their finger tapping on the bar in time with the words they spoke.

"In, two, three, four. Out, two, three, four."
Tap, tap, tap, tap.
Despite not wanting to listen, Anatolius' breathing fell into sync with the slow rhythmic counting. Feeling slowly returning to their hands.

"So, what got you so angry?"
"I don't even know you."
"Dmitri. What got you so angry?"

Dmitri... What a dumb name. Anatolius thought over the question. Many things. Little ones. Building and bubbling over slowly. Anger wasn't really the only emotion either.

Stress, because they couldn't find their ticket, because they lost their wallet, because even though they had asked for this trip off in advance their boss still tried to call them into work. Frustration, because their room was changed, because this was supposed to be a holiday and they had emails and papers waiting for them in their room. Tired, exhausted, lonely...

Everything contributed to their outburst, anger was just what ended up being displayed. Looking up, a glass of water sat in front of them. Slowly bringing it to their lips they focused on drinking it slowly before turning to the stranger who sat next to them. Waiting patiently for a response.

"My favourite hair tie just snapped."

[nermal1999]

username: nermal1999
name: Flare Heart
what are they mad about?: Mousse turned towards the drunk angry group of kalons before turning back toward Brandy "wait what! You mean you want me to... With these... And What! I'm just a small town boy how am I supposed to help" the bar tender seemingly gave a shrug as he wiped a glass with a cloth before moving on to the next glass. It was clear that he was tired and needed a break but honestly wasn't the point of this vacation to rest and not work,

Letting out a sigh Mousse shoved himself off the stool and looked back the group of angry Kalons well here goes nothing. slowly Mousse walked toward a old man who had his head resting on a table and a glass dangling from his hand, taking a breath Mousse reached out and placed it on the elderly kalon only for him to thrust his head up, rising the glass in the air bar tender gif me a nuder scotch slamming his head back down Mousse let out a soft sigh as he placed both paws on the kalon and gave him a gentle shake. Hey... Hey mister, I think you've had enough. Let's get you back to your room okay? the old man Kalon lifted his head and shoved Mousse away and staggered to his feet noo, I want ah-nudder scotch . Sir, I really think it would be good if you got some rest. Mousse cried, grabbing the elderly kalon by the hand, now then what room are you staying in Mousse asked give a sweet smile, the elderly Kalon froze for a moment before flinging his arm in the air and dropping his glass happy birthday!..... stumbling back in surprise Mousse slipped and fell back bumping into a buff male Kalon causing him to spill his drink on a nother kalon who was sitting acrfrom him. In which made that kalon in ragged make him throw his drink at a nother until the hole bar was up in arms and food and drinks were thrown about the bar oh my gosh I am so sorry I didn't mean to I'm really sorry you see I was just trying to shut it! ok... Mousse whispered as the buff male stood up and glared down at him, letting out a shaking breath Mousse began to back up till he was pinned against the wall trying to desperately look for help. Looking over at the counter Mousse let out a sigh of defeat as the bartender had fallen asleep with a cloth still stuck in a class cup, turning back toward the big kalon Mousse closed his eyes hope for this nightmare to end all I wanted to do was go on vacation! Hay! That enough Ruff Housing in my bar suddenly all eyes were on a bright reddish orange kalon who walked into the room, her eyes burnd with a fiery gaze as she walked towards Mousse and the male kalon, can none of you read, the bar is closed mean fun time is now over! so get you butts back into your rooms before I kick them there the big kalon dropped Mousse and turned towards the short female, giving a evel smile he rested his arm on her head and gave a massive yawn just what I need an arm rest the firey look on the females face seemed to burn into a full out rage as she reached up and twisted the male kalon arm and began to repeatedly slap him across the face. Finally she grabbed the side of his head and smashed her head against his knocking him out instantly, as the massive kalon fell to the ground she turned to face the rest of the room filled with Kalons know then will there be any other kalons that wish to test my patience. with in seconds all the kalon that were conscious got up and filed the bar leaving only a few that were past out on the floor, patting of her paws she gently stepped over the massive kalon and reached her paw to Mousse with a gentle smile, hay there cookie hope you didn't get to shooken up there Mousse sat speechless at the female as she bent down to look at his face you'll have to forgive my first impression honey I don't do so well wen I'm woken from my sleep. Names Flare Heart. I'm the night shift bar tender her, I'm use to putting up with these ruff hosers, but that doesn't mean I appreciate when they tern this place into a mess hall, so if you want to stay on my good side don't mess up my bar giving a teasing wink the female got to her feet and slowly walked away to clean the mess that had been made.


Ps: sorry for any misspellings and bad grammar, I have dyslexia so you'll have to bear with me

[allu]

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[Kassypen]

username: Kassypen
name: Lilith
what are they mad about?: (50 words min.)

[diana prince]

username:
name:
what are they mad about?: (50 words min.) wip.

[ethium]

username: ethium
name: Chernobyl
what are they mad about?:

two words. tequila. karaoke.

Chernobyl has always enjoyed the tequila song, and his spirits merely lifted when the song began to play through the speakers of the bar. He danced along to it's catchy tune, and as the bar all got excited to say the the word in unison, the speakers suddenly shut off. Jaws dropped open, glances were sent in his direction. Chernobyl knew he must look like a burning match, between his coat color and the fire in his eyes. his gaze finally set on the figure who had forcibly paused the song before the grand word had been announced. the kalon held a smug smile upon his lips, gently twirling the plug for the karaoke machine in his hand.

"Wotcha gon' do bout' it?" he crowed, eyes glazed with the triumph he thought was on the horizon. He couldn't have been more wrong. Chernobyl sprung like a cat to a mouse, he prowled with a predators grace and watched as his target's eyes misted with fear as opposed to triumph. His throat bobbed as he stepped back, only to be met with the far wall. He watched Chernobyl, now clearly in flight mode. However there was no doubt in his mind that the figure he was stalking would fight if pushed to that edge. "Now now, not so confident of victory? How disappointing." Chernobyl mock frowned but stepped back, aware of the scene he was creating and of how foolish it would look if he beat someone up for pausing a karaoke song. even if it was incredibly in character for the fiery-hearted kalon. "next time, try not to ruin the fun for everyone." he sneered before turning on his heel and beginning to exit the bar, not wanting to cause anymore of a scene or get into a fight. Which seemed about inevitable at this point when the man who he had just scared down a rabbit hole whirled Chernobyl around and whacked him across the maw. He let a startled gasp from his mouth before he growled and lounged at the guy who had assaulted him. He had drawn first blood, Chernobyl was merely defending himself.

At least that was the reason in his head as they swung fists at each other, disrupting the bar and causing a chorus of shouts, bets and other things to be frolicked around. Manners didn't seem to matter anymore as men began to bet drinks on which of the two was going to send the other reeling. It merely fueled the fire smoldering in his veins, whether that was a combination of having too much to drink or adrenaline Chernobyl didn't care, he would rip this other kalon apart for attacking him. No longer was this about the tequila song, though deep down a part of it was. Now it was about Chernobyl's pride and he wasn't about to give that up so soon. Not too this runt of a creature who thought he could strike Chernobyl while his back was turned. The kalon before him was nothing but a coward. Finally the other kalon went down, and Chernobyl swiped a paw over his nose, wiping away the residue built there from multiple hits across it. He looked like he had gone through a hurricane, which was likely accurate if you took it emotion wise. Now he felt nothing, and said nothing as he made to exit the bar. Only to be stopped by a purple kalon with long, almost raven black hair. [Kairos] She looked uneasy in the bar, which was he figured was far from her comfort zone. However the way she looked at him. Made him want to crawl into a hole and repent for all of his imaginary sins. Instead he played it cool, glaring down at the young lady with a fire in his eyes.

"What do you want?" he asked, almost bored. His gaze already on the far wall and the exit. If he could just get to his room he could get out of this foolish place and stay there for the rest of the trip, at least then he'd have some peace and quiet. However the girl didn't budge at his snarl, nor did she flinch at his tone. She stared up at him with eyes that looked like they could peer into his soul. When she spoke, her voice was like a feather floating upon the breeze. Loud enough so that he could hear her, but loud enough that he questioned whether her voice was real or whether it was merely the product of his dreams. "Why did you get into that fight?" she asked, with a tone that might have been mistaken for conviction had one not been staring straight into her face. "I didn't draw first blood, he did. I was trying to leave and he-" he stopped himself short, surprised at how compelled his conscious felt to defend himself. He shook his head sharply. "What business is it to you then?" he accused staring down at the young woman who had nothing but pity and a bit of self-doubt in her eyes. He found himself wanting nothing more than to cradle her and tell her she was worth the world. The thought struck his soul silly and he felt himself stepping back, weird emotions. weird side effects of an adrenaline, alcohol mix.. "The bar tender isn't happy, so I wanted to figure out what was going on." she said simply, gesturing to the bar tender who looked like he was ready to throw hands anyway. Must be hard to run a bar when everyone is hyped up on adrenaline and alcohol. "Alright well you can tell your buddy that I'm leaving anyway," with this he attempted to side-step the young woman. Wanting to get out before he made any more rash decisions. "Your hurt." she stated reaching up and touching the gash and bruise upon his face. Normally he would have slapped her hand away, but he couldn't bring himself to harm such a soft young woman, whose curiosity had brought her to circumstances she could not control. Curse the barkeeper for sending her to speak with him.

"Such is the way of bar fights dear, now please. I should get back to my room." with this he fully side-stepped the girl who let out a soft sigh. "Let me patch you up then, and you can promise not to start anymore bar fights, if you don't agree then i'll keep pestering you until you do." she insisted, coming up by his side as he made for the exit. A soft growl rose in his throat. "Fine, but only because you won't leave me alone and I'd very much like to get out of here." he stated and they left the bar to gather supplies to patch him up under the promise that he wouldn't start anymore fights. Why he was trusting a stranger, he didn't know but that didn't matter now as they left. At least he'd be getting some first-aid, and company until he was patched. That was all Chernobyl could ask for as they left. Company.


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[annie15970]

username: annie15970
name: Tizona
what are they mad about?: Tizona sipped at his drink, feeling slightly buzzed as a faint rhythm filled his body. Yawning as he finished off of his drink, it was time to go to sleep. As he patted his pockets, confusion erupted at the flat pockets. Where there should have been some cash and a keycard. There was only a keycard. Standing up abruptly, he shouted "Who stole my money!"

Rushing forward to the people behind him, he grappled their shirt "Did you take my stuff?!" They looked confused but the drink had lowered his inhibitions. Anger rose in him and before he realized it, he was pushing them against the table. "Did. You. Take. My. Stuff."

Thus begins rounds of aggressive questioning of everyone in the vicinity.

[f1owercrown]

username: f1owercrown
name: Akitoshi (Aki for short)
what are they mad about?: (Ammira's POV!)

Dear Diary,


Day one on the cruise ship was interesting. Got to bring out my new sun hat, stroll around the view deck for a bit, try out odd drinks...

...oh, and speaking of drinks, there was a guy at the bar—

"Another drink!" He shouted, slamming his fist onto the bar. The bartender— whose name I learned to be Brandy later on— seemed unfazed by this man's attitude. He quickly grabbed the angry man's glass and filled it up with whiskey, then slid it over back to the man. Once he got a hold of the glass, the man chugged it down his throat in one motion and slammed the glass on the bar.

I guess he noticed I had been sitting at the other end of the bar just watching him. "What, are you here to watch me and my misery all day?!" The hair on my back stood up and I quickly turned my head to the bartender. Brandy merely motioned his head back to the angry man, as if to say, 'You could try and talk to him.'

First, in no way do I think random women should be responsible to play as men's therapists. But then again, I did pay for this cruise, and I intend to make the most out of it. So I approached.

"Hey—"

"D'ya just come aaaaaaall the way to the finest cruise's bar just to talk to a stranger?" He said, glancing at my area of the bar. I think he meant to point out the fact that I still had no drink, which was weird if you were at a bar alone. Brandy, quick to read into the situation, slid a glass to my area and poured in it a tequila with orange. (Bold of this man to assume I'm a woman of tequila tastes, but that's a story for a later date.)

"So," I said, raising my glass to drink. "What's up with you?"

The man grunted. "Nothing," he said, swiveling his chair to turn away from me. A few seconds he swiveled back to me. "Have you ever loved a man—"

I shook my head immediately.

"...Woman?" He asked again.

I shrugged.

"I guess you're just as gay as I am," he said, looking into his empty glass. "Well, have you ever loved someone who broke up with you just because of differences in taste?"

"Can't say I've ever been in a serious relationship," I said. "So, no, sorry."

The man sighed. "See, there's this guy I've had a 'steady' relationship with, and... he broke up with me."

I thought that was a pretty heavy topic to just bomb on a stranger at a bar, but I let him speak nevertheless.

"...because I didn't want to have kids."

I almost spat the drink in my mouth.

"He's been fighting kids all day," Brandy interrupted. "Now he's at the bar because the cruise captain banished—"

"Banished!" The man raised his voice. "I brought myself here to see no kids! I went on a cruise ship to forget my heartbreak, and divine intervention just came between me and my sanity and said, 'Let there be too many kids for you to keep your sanity!' So I'm here at the bar after a looooong day, because kids can't go into the bar. It's the only place I won't see them."

"By long day, he also means fighting kids all day." Brandy said.

"Fighting!" I exclaimed.

"Oh, not fist fights, if you're thinking about that," said Brandy while wiping the bar. "Shouting fights. He had been screaming at kids the whole day at the arcade, shouting, 'Welcome to the real world, John! Hope you realize you'll be drowning in debt and taxes soon!' after defeating some kids at air hockey."

"Suckers can't take what's been handed to them, good or bad," the man whispered, tapping his fingers on the counter. "This is why I hate kids— nothing but whiny..." he paused, "...chipmunks."

"Right... chipmunks." I nodded at him, popping the orange slice in my mouth. "So, ex wanted kids, you didn't, eh? How long did your relationship last?"

"About a month or so," He shrugged.

"Only a month, man." Brandy replied, leaning over the counter. "Not worth the thought, your anger, or your tears."

"I didn't cry!" The man shouted, slamming his fist again. "I didn't cry. It's fine. Whatever."

"One more glass of whiskey for the poor man, please," I said, and Brandy went on ahead to grab a bottle. I turned to the man. "No judgement on the no kids thing. Just don't fight random kids, okay? And don't fight the bartender either. Or anyone in this room who mentions they have kids. If you don't wanna see kids, wear your shades," I pointed to his neck, shades hooked to the neck of his shirt. "And look straight forward. You're a feet taller than most kids. They're not in your field of view."

The man stared down at his now full glass of whiskey and chuckled. "Well, I am a bit tall, aren't I?" He said.

"Yeah." I replied. "And good-looking. You're single again, why won't you mingle with people in the finest cruise in the seas?" I winked. "One month ain't nothing. Go find yourself someone better suited for you. Maybe someone who prefers to take care of dogs instead kids."

"True, I do love dogs more and want to raise 10 of them with my future boyfriend." He raised glass, prompting me to raise mine. We did a cheers over it.

"The name's Akitoshi, Aki for short." He said after a drink. "And you are..?"

"Ammiras."

I guess you could say I ended my first day on the cruise by paying a man's whiskey bills and broken heart.