by Ms. Elsewhere » Sunday 19 April 2009 2:50:07pm
Ouki Kaba felt the brute force of a drunken and was knocked forward, spilling her drink. The glass dropped to the floor with a smash, which of course was drowned out by the very very loud music. She stared down at the wasted drink, and then muttering a spell she shook her hands. The sticky alcoholic juice flicked off her hands, changing to vapour in the air. She turned around to face whoever decided they had a death wish tonight. The foolish young man was holding his own drink, and his friends were trying to steady him. But, he managed to stumble into Ouki again, this time drenching her with what remained of his large glass of beer. His friends bellowed a loud "Oooo!!!" as he and Ouki paused. Ouki held her hands up, the front of her shirt as well as her silvery hair and her face were all drenched. Temper temper she thought. And as she thought it, the man started to laugh. Then he started to choke. She turned her head and continued her silent attack as she watched with a wicked smile as the man started to turn blue. His friends were laughing, until he turned and grabbed at them, clutching at their shirts, silently begging them to help. One tried to hit his back to clear the airway, but the man had stopped choking now, he was collapsing to the floor. Ouki stepped forward, her cloak whipping past around her legs. She was oddly dressed for a night club. She stood behind the man's friends as they gathered around him. Another of them ran to the bar and tried to tell the waitress to get some help. Ouki extended her hand toward the DJ and the sound went up to almost ear splitting level. No one could hear a thing. No one could here the man's heart stopping. Ouki smiled wider, and caught the eye of one of the man's friends and winked at him. He paused, staring at her. Then she reached over to the bar, pulled out a straw from the bench top and placed it between her lips. The man could not stop watching her. She blew on it, and at that moment, the man on the floor started vomitting water so violently that it knocked bar stools over a few feet away. The man watching Ouki turned to watch the horror, and the man on the floor continued to vomit, lying on his side convulsing with each wave of water spraying from his lungs. Then, in less than a minute, it was all over, and he lay dead, his eyes wide and red and wet, his body still twitching slightly from the trauma. Ouki took turned the straw and started to chew it. Then she turned on her heels and walked out of the club. She flicked her hair back, rubbed her hand across her cloak and shirt and they were dry instantly.
She looked to the left, and then to the right. She pulled out a cigarette and was about to light it when she saw someone very tall waving at her from across the street.