Drink doesn't eradicate the past (Kathinja/Sparky)

Ishiki should have known. She should have fucking known. Yuki was a shit, and she knew that, but she'd gone and taken his suggestion anyway. She didn't know what the fuck she had been thinking. Five months on the island, Yuki finally removes her probationary terms of no drinking, so she asked Yuki for a good place to get a drink for Ishiki's own personal return to drowning out the shit waging a fucking war in her head every night, and Yuki sent her here. To Club Gambit. To a fucking bar. Full of fucking non-humans. On “Cosplay and Animal Day”. Shit. Yuki Shiro was a fucking bastard.

Ishiki, an actual cat-girl, used to hunt and capture or kill magical creatures for a living. Or obtain magical goods through various methods not always quite so legal. Among other things. For twenty-five fucking years.

That way of life ended thirteen years ago, but a person might not know it by looking at Ishiki. She still only looked about twenty-six, even if her tattoos were a dead giveaway, especially the one in the center of her forehead. Naturally, that could be something very bad, if there was anybody who knew of her here. Still, Ishiki had come for one purpose: to drink, get wasted, meet some random stranger with compatible anatomical parts, and let them churn her up inside. Another woman wouldn’t be bad, either, so long as she knew how to wield a strap-on or vibrator like a fat man loves food. Maybe one of each. A guy and a girl both. Ishiki'd handled multiple partners before. Her six fingers per hand allowed for a very good dexterity rating sometimes. Most importantly, she wanted to shut out the nightmares in her mind. Her past was her past, and it was only in the past. If Ishiki had one goal to meet, it was to one day get so drunk she’d wipe her memory clean and never have to deal with her old shit again.

She'd worn her black yoga pants, that ones that weren't so tight they framed everything, but did hug her frame a decent amount, and a red tubetop with straps under her brown leather jacket that was long enough to cover her butt, and for footwear she'd gone with a pair of flat black boots. She didn't wear makeup. She hadn't even when she'd had two hands. Her black hair was just loose and straight, and she had a white knit cap over her head and ears, which had to lie flat. She'd had to wear mittens, of course, since in her experience the only way to get six-fingered gloves was to have them custom-made, and she wasn’t making enough, nor was Yuki allowing her outside of his tight reigns granted to him from that damned contract of theirs, to go see somebody about getting a pair. Her tail, she couldn't really wear anything over, though.

Getting into Club Gambit proper, she had absolutely no intention of sticking herself onto the dance floor and making a spectacle of herself just yet. Immediately she went up to the upper-level floors, to the open seating, to find a place overlooking the dance floor. Ishiki’s first goal was to get so wasted she lost track of what time period it was, sending her on a trip to have a fucking messed-up experience. She knew she could have gone elsewhere, she knew she didn't have to be in Club Gambit to drink, but Ishiki also knew to leave without accomplishing her goal was to let Yuki win. Ishiki was by no means going to lose to fucking Yuki Shiro. After getting her first drink of the night, a bottle of hard cider to start the night out easy, Ishiki sat down at an empty table facing the dance floor so she could drink and people-watch. For the moment, she left her coat and hat on, but put her mittens on the table so she could use all six of her fingers more comfortably to get a more secure grip on the bottle.

(OOC: couldn't find the video I wanted so I'll swap t for this one just for the lol's)

As Ishiki began to watch, a wicked smile and a twisted glint in her eye showed up as a new song began to play just as she took her first sip, watching all these things dressed as animals dressed in costumes began to gyrate to the noise, and Ishiki couldn't help but imagine they were little puppets that existed in this moment only for her amusement. So like a cat, after all.

Though Ishiki had been watching the dancing floor show, as she slowly allowed herself to become inebriated, enough to remove her hat, Ishiki spent some time looking around, a mixture of a habit formed for being wary of potential threats around her, a way of looking for potential mates for the night, and as a method of observing the nightlife of Manta Carlos she so rarely got to see. On "Cosplay and Animal Day", as it was apparently supposed to be, Amaya could see a lot of people who'd gone for both options. For example, she saw a lot of Cat-Girl Maids and girls wearing Bunny Suits with animal ears on, usually mouse, bunny, cat, or fox, often with a matching tail. Ishiki had heard some interesting rumors about how they got those tails that weren't attached to costumes to stay in place, such as a few with stationary tails hanging out from miniskirts, and others with mini-motors in theirs so that they provided basic motions, such as moving back and forth or up and down, but since she had a real tail she'd never had to see if they were true or not.

There were easily several real animal-human mixes here as well, people like Ishiki who already had all-natural animal-based body parts and who had just added costumes instead. A purple-haired cat dressed as a witch and apparently with a thing for pumpkins with a nametag that read "Blair" was over in the corner talking to a snake girl who also seemed to be dressed up as a witch and a wolf who had dressed up as a prisoner. They seemed like they were part of a group, though. A chinchilla girl dressed up as a "sexy police officer" was making out with an owl girl who had apparently dressed up as a cat for some odd reason. Maybe it was species envy. At another table, an octopus guy and a squid guy were playing footsie under the table with four or five legs. At least, that's what Ishiki thought they were, and what they were doing. Cephalopods were confusing to Ishiki in the first place, and as a rule, after watching an unknown amount of porn of the internet she generally took it on rule to stay away from anything with something that could be mistaken for tentacles.

Of course, there were other people or groups that seemed to be doing animal versions of already-existing fictional characters. An actual cat-girl dressed up as Catwoman and an actual bat-guy dressed up as Batman were grinding pretty heavily against each other on the dance floor. Ishiki could also spot another bat-girl dressed up as Batgirl, a penguin guy dressed up as the Penguin, and a robin guy dressed up as Robin. Like the witches and the werewolf from earlier, which Ishiki now noted including a frog witch in a polka-dot dress and a rather interesting hat and a mouse witch wearing almost as slutty-looking a costume as Blair the Cat-Witch. An older dog guy dressed up as Wolverine was gyrating against somebody dressed up as Squirrel Girl. And the Eight Sexy Eeveelutions were all doing belly shots off a table set up to look like a Snorlax and while another group dressed up as some people with some really, really funky hair from a competitive card game show with playing something that looked like Strip Cards Against Humanity with drinking-game penalties.

All in all, it was enough of a relaxed environment that Ishiki had felt safe enough to remove her white knit hat and set it next to her mittens on the table. She still had on her coat, of course- she wasn't quite yet ready to let people see her other tattoos or scars, but for now she let her silky midnight-black hair hang free as she twitched her ears and swung her tail a little, and her Indian appearance with the Yin-Yang symbol in the center of her forehead instead of a red dot, she figured that, at least was alright.

An interesting show on the floor suddenly caught Ishiki's eye. An amber-eyed raven-haired dhampir with a bob cut dressed to accentuate her heritage of being a vampire, by drawing attention to her bat-based costume combined with a costume that suggested her having the role of dominatrix had appeared, along with a silver-haired kitsune in what appeared to be the "slave" aspect of the "BDSM" partnership. Ishiki raised an eyebrow. Tonight was certainly..... interesting. Of course, interesting wasn't always good; sometimes, it made things harder to forget, or distracted her from getting too drunk, and then her nightmares from her old life tended to include a few new things that hadn't been there before. Which usually made a nice change of pace, sometimes, because it made the nightmares awkward and..... unique. Other times, it made them worse. Ohhhh, so much, much worse.

Ishiki had been rather intently focused on the show when all of a sudden-

“My my, shouldn’t you be working?”

Ishiki jumped a little at the female voice and turned to face the speaker. Anything she was about to say dropped out of her mind when she saw her. Four inches taller than Ishiki herself was, if she had to guess, and she looked stronger than Ishiki was, though Ishiki had been built more for a mixture of speed, strength, flexibility, and agility over pure strength. It took less than a second, and one might call it an instinctual response, for Ishiki's midnight-shaded eyes to go from this woman's ice-blue peepers to someplace a littler lower, where Ishiki's eyes lingered for a brief moment on the opening in the top of black dress, where Ishiki could spot a delicious amount of breast. From there they dropped to the waist, where Ishiki could tell some "modifications" had been forcefully applied. Ishiki's eyes stayed just long enough to appreciate the waistline before they rose again first to the seal skin located around the girl's neck and then immediately to her spotted silver hair. Selkie. Ishiki mentally identified her right away by the hair, without even needing her instincts or sense of smell to aid her. Ishiki had certainly encountered a fair amount of them before. And interesting opening course for the night, perhaps.

In the time that Ishiki had been observing this girl a green-haired woman in a buisness suit had passed by and said something Ishiki hadn't quite caught, but the Selkie woman had, clearly: she offered to buy Ishiki a drink. Ishiki smiled, then took her left hand off her very-nearly-empty bottle of hard cider and gestured to the seat across from her. "I would be honored if you please would. Perhaps you might stay a bit? Cats are rather partial to fish, after all." As Ishiki had mentioned "fish" she'd implied it with meaning and her eyes had flickered back to the Selkie woman's waist for a moment before going back up and meeting the Selkie woman's own eyes.

The way Ishiki had her light brown coat's right arm positioned, with her half-a-limb hidden in the sleeve, it was intended to hide the fact that she was in any way disfigured, and to give the impression that she was only sitting on her right hand, which was why she hadn't moved it at all the entire time she'd been sitting there. Though, a careful observer might have realized she'd never taken off a mitten from her right hand, which hadn't even been visible where her left hand had, and there was only one sitting on the table next to her hat anyways. Her jacket was closed as well, buttoned up from neck to waist, so it hid her red tubetop, but her black yoga pants very nicely accentuated her own figure, at least. Not to mention, Ishiki's tone and accent as she pronounced her English suggested she might actually be from India as well. It was a trick she'd learned a long time ago- as well as giving a false name, to make herself harder to track down the morning after when people woke up and she wasn't there. "Please, call me Ivy. I am not very certain what the local custom might be so I think for a risk I will let you decide on the drink in question. Perhaps something a little stronger?"

(OOC: I realized I sometimes keep forgetting to account for Ishiki's missing arm and hand, like using "Mittens" plural; that's my fault. sorry about that!)