Expert Opinions.

[vegeta]

The Prince of Saiyans walked the busy streets on West City. Going nowhere, in particular, Vegeta watched his feet as the boots on his feet kicked a pebble down the long sidewalk.

"This God forsaken planet..." The Prince let out a sigh, partly made of disgust. This planet had not a thing to offer in terms of entertainment. Vegeta was at the point of almost missing his time as a younger man, slaughtering thousands of innocent inhabitants without any concern. That, too, even seemed to become boring to the Prince, eventually.

"How do these humans live their lives under these idiotic conditions?" Vegeta spoke to himself, under his breath, as he let out yet another desperate sigh. This day needed something...something to change the pace. It needed CARNAGE!

"Damn it all.." The Prince muttered, turning a corner on the sidewalk, gently shoving another pedestrian out of his path. Perhaps one of these Earth saloons could serve a purpose. There must have nearly one hundred of them scattered throughout the city of the west. The Prince still had not had the chance to taste the liquor on this planet. It could be worth a try and the Saiyan had not a thing to lose in doing so. The worse that could happen would be a case in which the Saiyan lost all control of his anger and killed a few thousand people. Even if that did happen, it would not cause the Prince to lose any sleep on this day.

"Why the hell not?" Vegeta shrugged slightly as he crossed the street, taking no heed in oncoming traffic.

"WATCH IT, YA IDIOT!" came a voice from inside the skidding car that nearly collided with the Prince's figure. Vegeta eyed the driver, giving him a smirk as he continued to cross the busy street.

"Whatever..." Vegeta began, to himself. "This looks about as decent as it's going to get in this hell hole.." He said, referring to the rough looking bar in front of him.

"YOU CRAZY BITCH!" came a voice bellowing from inside the building. Vegeta simply cracked a smile, expecting the man to exit the door, but instead, watched the man's body get hurled through the glass window and falling onto the ground.

"Sucker.." Vegeta sighed, pacing over to the window to get a glimpse at the person that had thrown the man out. To the surprise of the prince, the culprit had been but a petite girl. The Saiyan could not stop the grin that etched across his face as he watched the frightened man climb to his feet and run down the sidewalk, escaping as fast as he could.

"Not bad, woman..." Vegeta admitted to the girl through the broken glass. Perhaps this place wasn't so bad, after all. Perhaps the Prince would, indeed, go in and sit for a while...

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[Maiyah]

The majority of Maiyah's afternoon had been booked by a meeting with her client in the bar not too far from her apartment. She had only just recently returned from escapades in the north, trudging icy mountainsides for some rare rug that just couldn't be anywhere else but some man's collection. Her client was an older gentlemen, almost in that senile stage, but with a click in his eye and a peculiar desire to get in touch with his 'roots'.

Maiyah couldn't care less what he wanted with the rug. Her only concern was money and anonymity. She would meet with him in the upstairs lounge of the bar and complete the trade. It was successful, and the money was real. How nice it was to have a successful deal done and bills to be paid. It was a good day, and she decided to spend a couple of those pieces for a beer.

Of course, where there's money, there's a drunk idiot wanting to see it. Said drunk idiot exchanged with her some expletives, most of them unrepeatable, before getting his head smacked with a few bottles and a kick out the window. She aimed for the door... but he went for the window. Not like it was her fault or anything. She snarled at his insults, glaring at him through the glow of the bar's inner lighting.

"Why don't you take your idiocy and fuck off," she said after he crash landed through the window, "As if I don't have enough morons to put bullets in. Don't put yourself on my menu, because by god, I will come after you." The man got to his feet and ran off, and Maiyah watched him with a scowl, and heard a dark, raspy voice from beyond the shards.

Not bad, woman...

She narrowed her eyes and tch'd, glaring at him in a brief look-over. He... wasn't much, but was a lot. Short, truncated, narrow, muscular, surly. "Don't get too cozy," she muttered, turning her back on him as she went back in for the bar, "Piss me off and you're next on the spit." With a breath, Maiyah headed back for the counter, where her briefcase laid safe. She sat back down at the counter and ordered another drink, now in a positively bad mood.

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[vegeta]

"Don't get too cozy," the girl told the prince. "Piss me off and you're next on the spit."She concluded, turning and walking back to the bar. A feisty one, huh? This intrigued the prince.

"Humans..." Vegeta muttered before opening the door and entering the structure, himself. The place was packed, wall to wall. How so many Earthlings could spend so much time sitting in a smokey room, spending money, and getting plastered was a mystery to the Saiyan. Though, not entirely a mystery. The Saiyans on Planet Vegeta did that very thing regularly. Though, the warriors usually only relaxed after a battle. These humans did nothing else in their spare time. They seemed to leave their 'jobs,' in which they sat at some kind of desk and talked on that blasted telephone device. How was that considered 'work?'

The Saiyan took a quick look around, finding a spot to take a seat, himself. The Prince began to become irritated at the fact that there were so little empty space in the building. So irritated that he came to the verge of leaving. IT was not until Vegeta spotted an empty chair at the bar did he begin to calm himself and walk over to the counter to occupy the spot.

As he took the only free seat, Vegeta's eyes drifted to the man next to him who lay with his head resting on his arms as a snoring sound escaped the man's face area. Though, the human's face was covered by his arms, it was easy to see that he had been asleep. Vegeta twitched at sight of the idiotic human and commenced to turn his head to check the other person sitting next to him.

"Aw Hell..." He said aloud, with a slight chuckle, upon spotting the rambunctious female that he had run into before entering the bar. "It's her.." A smirk ran across the royal Saiyan's lips as she caught him looking at her.

"You.." Vegeta demanded, getting the woman's attention."How do I order something in this damned place?"

"I can help you with that, sir.." the bartender interrupted before the girl could answer. The man gave Vegeta a curious look, probably wondering about the Saiyan's armored apparel.

"Alright.." Vegeta began. "Listen to me, boy! I want a drink!"

"Yes, sir, but what kind?" the bartender questioned, as Vegeta's order had been a very general statement.

"I DON'T CARE!" Vegeta bellowed, slamming his fist down on the table. Noticing a few of the patrons stopping to look at what was going on, Vegeta turned to them to address them. "WHAT ARE YOU ALL LOOKING AT?!" He began, aggravated. "HAVE YOU NEVER SEEN A THIRSTY SAIYAN PRINCE BEFORE?!"

The humans immediately broke eye contact and began to go back to whatever it was they were doing. Vegeta, on the other hand, was curious about this girl next to him. Was she a super powered human like much of Kakarot's friends? The Prince would never admit it, but that bald one was actually quite powerful for a human.

"You, girl.." Vegeta began, nudging her with his elbow. "Who are you?" Vegeta asked, ignoring the bartender as he sat a tall glass onto the counter in front of the Prince. "I asked you a question, woman.." Vegeta asked only seconds later, becoming impatient.

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[Maiyah]

Maiyah was almost surprised when the tall-haired man came in and sat next to her. Almost. She tried to focus on her drink, eyes wandering over the wooden counter top, shot glass sat down against it and magnifying the swirling veins of the glossed surface. She barely sighed when she was addressed by the strange looking man just barely taller than she was, and she turned her gaze onto him as he relayed his demands.

Her lips parted briefly before she was cut off by the tender. She stifled a snicker when the man, apparently a Prince, lost his patience with first the tender and then everyone else in the bar. She rest her eyes against her palm and pressed her lips tightly together. What kind of attention was she attracting now? First some drunk moron and now a crazed, wild-haired lunatic who thought he was the Prince.

He addressed her again after telling the patronage off, and she let her head drop slightly in exasperation. She turned her head and looked at him, a slender frown lining her face, "That depends on what you're looking for. If you need some professional assistance then I'm your woman, but if not, then my identity is none of your fucking business." She ran a hand through her hair and tapped the counter for another shot.

"Also, you might want to not blow your top whenever someone asks you a question. It could garner the wrong sort of attention and I don't feel like cleaning up anyone's messes tonight," she growled at him.

[vegeta]

The girl seemed nearly as agitated as the prince, only she had been able to keep her composure in check much better than Vegeta had. The Prince took a sip of his drink as he kept his eyes fixed on the girl next to him. She was certainly an odd one.

"That depends on what you're looking for. If you need some professional assistance then I'm your woman, but if not, then my identity is none of your fucking business." the female explained curtly.

"Oh? So, they have prostitutes in this city, do they?" Vegeta said with a grin, obviously very proud of the insult he had thought up so quickly. The Saiyan slammed his empty glass down on the counter top. That stuff wasn't nearly as refreshing as the beverages on other planets. Though, nothing on the planet Earth was top notch, anyway.

"Also, you might want to not blow your top whenever someone asks you a question. It could garner the wrong sort of attention and I don't feel like cleaning up anyone's messes tonight," the human added as she requested another drink.

"So, girl..." Vegeta continued, ignoring her threats. "Some kind of assassin, are you?" He eyed the briefcase that was an obvious possession of hers. "Vandal, perhaps?" Vegeta had no intentions of hiring the woman. The truth was, the prince was simply bored out of his mind.
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[Maiyah]

Of course he would resort to an insult like that. Of course he would. Yes. Hm. Funny. Maiyah only looked ahead of her, a slender brow twitching visibly as her lips pressed together. She sat there and thought about it, hoping for a response of at least an equal amount of punch to his own. "Not quite, but sounds like someone's eager. It would explain your inability to keep a cap on," she snorted, "I have a few numbers if you need them. No really, it's alright. Not everyone can get off on their own, you see. That's why prostitutes exist."

She sighed and went back to her drink, downing her shot and setting the glass back down. He then had the nerve to ask her what she was... at least in a sense. 'Assassin, vandal'. She had to laugh at 'vandal' and snorted at him, "Please. Don't insult me. If I were an assassin, I wouldn't be here. And vandal? Again. Man's work for a fool's job. If you want to know what I do then you'll have to come back later. I don't advertise myself on street corners, like you seem to be expecting."

[vegeta]

"Not quite, but sounds like someone's eager. It would explain your inability to keep a cap on," the girl replied. Vegeta let a low growl escape from his throat in protest, but allowed the woman to continue.

"I have a few numbers if you need them. No really, it's alright. Not everyone can get off on their own, you see. That's why prostitutes exist." This one was a feisty one, indeed. The truth was...she didn't look too bad, either, but the prince would never admit to that, out loud.

The Saiyan watched as the human bartender refilled his glass before turning back to the woman next to him as she answered his assumptions based on her profession.

"Please. Don't insult me. If I were an assassin, I wouldn't be here. And vandal? Again. Man's work for a fool's job. If you want to know what I do then you'll have to come back later. I don't advertise myself on street corners, like you seem to be expecting." The Saiyan let out a chuckle.

"Very well.." Vegeta sighed. He hated to verbally admit to this, but he would due to the fact that she seemed to be the only human in the place that was not afraid of him. "You seem different from the rest of this pathetic bunch, here.." He winced as his mind wandered to his next sentence. Dammit. Why was a compliment so hard to utter?

"Care for another drink?...On me." He muttered, raising a hand to get the attention of the servant-man.
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