/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

>going out with the boys for a drink, birthday celebration, great day capped off with a good few shots
>slumming over at a a booth with them, when suddenly one of the guys gets your attention and tells you to look at the door
>looking over, the stories the Bible tells of nephilim, the race of beautiful giants crossed between man and angel, seem to be true, as a towering 5'6" gaijin walks over to the bar, carrying some kind of devil-pet alongside her
>the guys notice my face flush a bit, tell me I should go and try to talk to the girl, may as well make the most of that birthday luck
>fuck it, down another shot of liquid courage and go over to strike up a conversation
>they're already taking their own drinks down as I walk up to the bar
>sitting down, I try to say something to the titan in the tight dress, when the gaijin's friend gets between us
>"Oooh, how's it going, man? Isn't today just the BEST?"
>somewhat frightened by the devil-thing's talkativeness, I nod my head in agreement
>"So, what's going on with you, man? Come here often or anything?"
>trying to get out of this, I just say it's my birthday celebration while trying to get the attention of the Amazonian behind her, yet the devil-thing won't give up
>"Birthday?! That's sho cool!"
>by this point I notice that the girl is already slurring her words
>her shot glass is half-full, and she only could've had that much a minute or two ago, yet that doesn't seem to matter
>"Hey, hey, I heard thish rumor going around. They shay if you tell the bartender it'sh your birthday, everyone in the bar hash to get into their birthday shuits. Wanna try it out?"
>as she says this, she starts putting her hand on my shoulder, the nerve of this woman
>I'm scared out of my mind now, wondering if this pervert is trying to make me look like a loser in front of the cool beauty, so I attempt to go back to my table, pushing her hand off of me and muttering an excuse
>the girl, oddly-light colored cheeks flush with red from the alcohol, immediately reaches to take off her own leggings in response for some ungodly reason
>"Oh, being a bit rough? That's not so bad, I kinda li-"
>the woman is cut off when the Amazoness interjects into the conversation and grabs her arm, finally noticing the devil's antics
>"IRyS, my dawg, you gotta take it easy on the sips, guh, I didn't realize you were such a light-weight!"
>the bar seems to shake as the Brobdingnagian woman turns to leave
>"Come on, girl, we gotta get you home before you fall into a heap or something, you're already stumbling trying to walk!"
>the she-devil, clearly pouting, mutters some slurred objection, indecipherable from her drunken speech beyond a few fragmented words about "32 percent" and "crotch-blocking," maybe some oblique reference to the alcohol content of her shot being too much to handle
>the voluminous gaijin tells the bartender "soro-soro-say goodbye" as she leaves, thanking them for the "big akashot" and dragging the she-devil with her
Worst birthday celebration of my fucking life