First Writefaggotry: Confused Ryuko

>Be you, Ryuko Matoi.
>You've had a shit day, from catching Lady Bitchsuki wearing your clothes, to dealing with cute annoying brown haired midgets.
>Speaking of clothes, these new threads are great but something about them is driving you nuts.
>In your crazed state you wander the streets.
>Hell, at this point, you don't even know if you're still in Honnō City
>"Fuck me, I need a drink "
>Stumbling about you arrive in front of what's hopefully a bar
>The sign reads: Junior's Nightclub
>Who past 10 years old still calls himself Junior ?
>You stride on in, heading straight to the bar, passing the multiple bouncers currently backing the fuck up.
>You can see a mixture of relief and confusion on what is presumably " Junior's " face
>"Listen, Lady, we don't serve alcohol to minors, the last time a girl like you tried to, we...uh.. Got our asses kicked, but the point is-"
>A flare of anger flashes on your face. If anything could be said about you, you're as stubborn as mule.
>"I'm not leaving without a drink asshole "
>Your hand instinctively falls to the Scissor Blade at your hip.
>"...Point taken " he says as he begins to pour you a drink.
>You don't even care what it is, you eagerly began to gulp it down
>A few minutes pass
>You know, for place called fucking Junior's, this  ain't that bad
>The music is catchy, the eye candy beautiful, and the drinks keep on coming.
>Suddenly you pick out a certain parasol carrying girl from the crowd
>There's no way you'd mistake that umbrella wielding, shortass, father-killing, hyperactive piece of shit for anyone else.
>By the way, despite the previous, the that shortass of hers, is mighty fine.
>You find yourself slowly walking towards her, unable to help yourself
>You sneak on behind her on the dance floor
>"Hey there Scissor Sister.." you chuckle huskily, grabbing her by the waist, and drawing her close to you. Her ass pressed against your waist.
>There's a certain look on her face, but you can't seem to put your finger on it..
>Confusion, Shock, Arousal ?
>Doesn't matter.
>".....?"
>"What, got nothing to say ? Usually, I can never get you to shut up."
>You lean over and plant a kiss on her lips...
>Tastes like Strawberry Ice Cream
>You begin to wonder what other parts of her taste like...
>You pull away and you can now clearly see that her mysterious expression is now clearly arousal.
>She begins to slowly lead you towards a flight of stairs, nodding to a man in a bowler hat as you pass by, going up stairs and into a bedroom suite.
>Tonight's going to be a good night
>Shame that you're going still murder the shit out of her for killing your dad...
>But that can wait until morning..
Fin... For now...