“One moreee! Let me get one moree!”

“Sorry, but, you’re definitely done drinking for the night, Dante”

This then left me in the position to keep putting on the facade of being extremely drunk, which, in truth, wasn't difficult whatsoever. Attempt to get out of seat, fall slightly in any direction while doing so. When speaking, amplify tone along with changing the demeanor within tone, keep words incoherent or at the very minimum slurred. Involving all speaking aspects with actual words, ensure that the sentences or phrases dont make sense within any relativity of the environment or of MIss. Tatamachi. Essentially, alter the entire personality, body language, comprehensibility functions, and motor functions, of oneself into a state of intoxication. After about two and a half more minutes Miss. Tatamachi had made the deliberation of officially leaving the tavern, despite it still technically being our ‘date’. Continuing the babbling of incomprehensible sentences, she also made the decision to grab my right arm and sling it over the back of her scapula’s, holding my arm upon the posterior side rather than the anterior side, which clearly was the most logical decision for her to do. As she did this, something immediately became an apprehensive threat, her physique, was, very muscular and toned. This made no proper correlation to anything, yes, she was a fruit vendor. Even if by selling her produce she was was also self-producing her body wouldn't be anywhere near her current physical state. Not to mention, if you even factored in the possibility of working a plantation for years, no all of her lifetime, along with a consistent training regiment, Miss. Tatamachi still wouldn't have such a composition to her superficial exterior. Furthermore, what made this current predicament even worse was that she was holding my right arm, that being my dominant arm, for even shooting. Even if my right arm was immobilized, I’m more than one hundred percent sure I could draw and successfully shoot with any weapon. My left arm was also still proficient in using a knife just as good as my right, but, this was still something to be wary of. Something isn't right here, nothing adds up. The only reason it was even notable now was due to the fact that I've physically have had a fair amount of contact compared to before, any perception through any person remotely looking at this girl would be that she comes off as sweet, innocent, stands at a short height, with a petite body. Nothing in my analysis could be depicted just by means of looking, never letting my guard down around her the observation of her seemed to be somewhat conclusive prior to this change in development. This was definitely an indicator to increase attentiveness when around Miss.Tatamachi. After engrossing myself in the reassessment of the current events transpiring, we finally had reach the tavern doors