§ Chocolate: Here today...Gone Tomorrow §

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When the going gets tough . . .

§ Chocolate: Here today...Gone Tomorrow § SUPERDUPERCHOCOLATEMILKSHAKE_by_afreshjunction

the tough eats chocolate.

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- Sho's dialogue
- Bartender's dialogue
- Young Woman's dialogue
- Male Predator's dialogue

''I've got a chocolate milkshake here for a Sho?!?''

''I'm Sho, you goof...''

An highly egoistic young man, who goes by Sho Meikiri, seated himself at the bar. ''Took long enough.'' he said, just slightly snatching the drink from the barman. The elderly man walked off from the presence of Sho, mumbling with thoughts of frustration of the kid's implosive behavior. Not so nice to have been kicked in the balls by the old man, but to be frank it was probably expected. Come on, it's Sho-sama after all. He barely showed sympathy towards the seniors of the village, let alone strangers. With a mind-set of contentment of receiving his order, Sho took a sip of the shake. It would've been polite to thank the bartender, but he had this motto that there wasn't enough room for kindness in this world. Plus, kissing ass wasn't on his own agenda.

Moments of briefly taking sips from the shake, there was an unexpected occurrence inside the bar.

''GET THE FUCK OFF!''

Well, that was something to break Sho's train of thought.

A loud, infuriated young woman's voice erupted from the corner of the small tavern and along with it, a man's, dominating and lustful.

''C'mon hun, it's just a bit of-''

And then, before Sho's very dark green eyes, the same man whom had just spoken was thrown across the room before he could finish his sentence. He landed roughly and directly beside Sho. With the man's large body frame, he knocked over the shake and send the poor boy, Sho crashing down to his ass on the floor. ''Ow, son of a gun...'' Sho moaned, and carefully rubbed the side of his bottom among the gradually building crowd, inside the small pub.

''Shit, shit! I'm sorry!''

The woman whom had been the victim of very man who now lays moaning beside Sho just moments ago sprinted across the tavern. She made her way over to the Genin, brushing her blonde hair fringe out of her face and smiling apologetically. ''I didn't mean to hit you!''

''It's fine, really...'' Sho said with a look of annoyance across his face.

The woman shook her head, placing her hands on her hips and staring down at the man lying on the floor. He seemed to be drifting in and out consciousness, switching rapidly from silence to minute groans. The lady begin to giggle, Sho looked up at her fallacious facial features. "God, she's pretty damn hot." A thought ran through the mind of young minor. The woman looked up at the barman, who was staring at her in utter bewilderment.

''He'll be OK.'' The much older man intervened and spoke among the little ruffs. In the back of his mind, he thought of just one word. Payback. "Maybe that'll teach you to be kinder to your elders. God don't like ugly."

Sho listened to the words of the bartender and gave a shrug to the shoulders, at the same time lifted himself from the ground and under the so called male rapist. "Just go on and die, you old fart..." Sho, the young kid retaliated with a childish blunt joke. "Show's over folks!" He yelled, singling the coward back to their seats and back to whatever the hell they were recently doing.

With that saying, the customers went back to their recent doings and the bar gradually changed back to it's normal atmosphere. Twisting a plastic straw inside the fresh new half-empty shake, Sho laid in his seat coming up the disease of boredom. He made frequent sighs and watched as people took their time to exit the bar, leaving their money on the table to pay for their meals. Being the dude as he is, Sho was eager to steal the unsupervised currency left on the table. But, he was too lazy to go thought of the trouble of getting busted so he causally laid back on his chair once again, staring directly up to the ceiling of the tavern.

"Will my life always be this lame?"

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