A Kiki and her Master #5

Ah, finally New Years. That meant a 4 day weekend, beers, partying with friends, leaving all of this shit behind me...

“Master! When should your friend be here?”

...Ok, not all of this shit. I had remembered that my Kikimora girlfriend, Araceli, had also been invited to watch the ball drop with us. I could tell she was excited, but nervous about the whole encounter.

“Joe and Sinphia should pick us up around 7:30.” I answered. That gave us another hour and a half to get ready. The plan would be to have all of us be at the sports bar to watch the ball drop. We wanted to get there early not only to beat traffic, but to let Mike’s Oni wife, Shareen, pig out knowing how busy it’d be. I’d rather she not came, but I’m not messing with her.

“Alright then. That gives me enough time to shower, paint my nails, pluck loose feathers, iron our clothes...” I let her ramble on from her bedroom. I had already gotten everything done, so now just on her.

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Joe pulled into our driveway as Araceli had finished neatly putting her phone in her purse.

Let me tell you, I know Joe’s Bunyip girlfriend has a long tail, but man, was their car specially made just for her. Just walking by the car, I could tell the front drivers section and the shotgun seat were given more than triple the leg room, it wasn’t hard to guess why. That lead to the car being longer and wider, almost the size of a truck but the style of a Taurus.

Araceli and I climbed our way into the backseat as we all greeted each other. I hadn’t met Sinphia before, but she was wearing a lovely red sweater, and it went well with her black skirt and gray fluffy tail.

“I’m sorry, mister, but the back here is filthy! Have you ever dusted or vacuumed?” Araceli asked the couple. I told her not to be condescending about anyone’s cleanliness, but thankfully they chuckled.

“Thanks for the heads up. We know.” Joe answered before looking at me. “Mike and Shareen are already there, actually not too busy now, he said. He also managed to rent a table for all of us.”

“Well that’s great. Can’t wait to have the Big Kahuna Burger again.” Araceli looked at me like I recited a demonic incantation. She’ll see the greatness of a grilled patty, crispy lettuce, and juicy pineapple.

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The sports bar wasn’t typically what most people go to; This had the exterior of a steakhouse, with a rustic, western look. But the interior was more akin to a laser tag arena mixed with a restaurant. It was a very... unique place, but the guys and I love it here.

We walked to the table where we met Mike and Shareen already there, Shareen already on a second mug of some sort of beverage.

“Hey there!” I shouted to them. Shareen wiped away something on her cheek as she slammed down the mug.

“Ayy, D-Rake? How is it?” I never liked the nickname he called me. “The waitress hasn’t taken our order yet, so you got a bit of time.” The rest of us sat down and skimmed through the menu. Looking over it again, I realized this place costed more than I remembered, but not wallet breaking, at least in comparison to the dozens of drinks Shareen would get.

“Drake, do you know if there is anything else?” I heard Araceli ask from beside me. Oh shoot, I had forgot she never was really much for, should I say ‘grill food’.

“Yeah, there’s steaks and sirloin options on the back.” A busty harpy trotted up to the table. I’m not one to discriminate, but harpies aren’t exactly the brightest with their memory.

“Hey all.” She spoke in a calm demeanor. “I’m Airia, and I’ll be you waitress for this evening. Shall I start you off with some drinks?”

“Just a Pepsi.” “Bud Light.” “Another Sake!” “Miller.” “I’ll take a water, please.” The table rang out in order. The harpy jotted everything down, albeit not very well due to her coordination.

“Alright then, I’ll be back with your drinks.” She said before trotting off.

“So Drake, who’s this wit’ ya?” Shareen asked.

“Oh. Shareen, meet my girlfriend, Araceli.” Both of them shook hands, Araceli being a bit intimidated by her size.

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We all had gotten our food and drinks. Plates and bowls of chicken wings, burgers, fries and various dipping sauces scattered the table, instead in front of Araceli. She had gotten a ‘Medium-Rare peppercorn steak, a Caesar salad with Thousand Island dressing and vinaigrette.’ Needless to say, a bit too fancy for a sports bar.

Most of us were perfectly fine, especially me with my double Hawaiian burger, pineapple surprisingly works well with caramelized onions. But I couldn’t help but notice Araceli was way more analytical about her meal. I know it’s a thing with her, but she’d put Gordon Ramsay to shame with her palette. She still enjoyed it, but not as much as the other guys were enjoying their wing eating contest.

“So.” Sinphia began. “What do you guys do for work?”

“Well, I develop and sell various coding plugins, while Celi stays home and runs an online living tricks show.” Sinphia stared back.

“So you’re a programmer and she’s a blogger.”

“...If you want to put it that way, yes.” She shrugged her shoulders before wrapping herself around Joe.

“My man here won’t leave his shit job from the pawn store! He always goes on and on about trying to find something good-“

“It will happen one day!” Joe yelled, she sighed in response. We went back to eating, until a voice perked up from across the room.

“Hey horn-head! Quit sucking his dick and give me what I earned!” All of us shot our heads in the direction of the voice. A young, but curvy manticore stood at the entry way. Shareen stood up.

“If it isn’t Krayzia! The fuck do you want?” She shouted.

“It’s Khazyia, and you know what I want.” Both of them started walking closer to each other, the crowd of people in the bar parting like the Red Sea.

“Drake, who is that?” Araceli asked me.

“That’s Khazyia, but we call her Krayzia.” Mike began, answering her question for me. “Shareen lost a bet with her a few months ago, and they’ve been fighting whenever they get the chance.” Most of the bar patrons had started paying attention to the argument.

“I ain’t giving you shit. I won the drink off fair and square! I saw you pour your shots into the guys cup next to you!”

“I’ll make you drink your hospital food, bitch!” The manticore screamed before lunging at the Oni.

The chaos that ensued within the next minute was a lot too take in. Punching, kicking, hair pulling, slamming to the ground, and screaming rang out before the two monsters were pulled apart from each other by the minotaur and orc bouncers. Shareen looked like she was ran over with a car, but Khazyia was completely unharmed.

Khazyia was kicked out of the bar for instigating an attack and normalcy returned to everyone.

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Before we knew it, time flew by as every patron watched one of the multiple TVs strewn about the bar. It was 11:59. All of the men stood next to their human or mamono partners as we all counted down in unison.

“10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...” The second the clock struck midnight, applause and cheer rang from the horde. Araceli grabbed me by my arms and held me with a lustful look on her face before burying her lips into mine.

I hope this new year would bring great moments just like this...