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••⋅☾Two Authors of Konbini Idol (Kan-chan POV)☽⋅••

#Vss366 Irish / #StPatricksDay #EroticMusings 42: Languages?

Part 2 of 2

She first told the bartender in Japanese, “She wants a virgin melon soda. No alcohol.”

“Arigatogozaimasu,” the woman responded, bowing slightly. She was older with short, gray hair. She wore an idol t-shirt and a black biker jacket adorned with anime keychains and idol patches. “Otaku,” I thought, not unkindly.

“Watashi wa Nara Moore desu.” Her Japanese was atrocious, but it was clear she had introduced herself as Nara Moore.

“I speak English,” Ume said. “Would you like to join my friends and me? You look lonely.” She must have been wasted too, or maybe she thought it would please Shishi.

“This is Tomo-san and Kan-chan,” Ume began introducing us.

I bowed.

“And these two are Tsugumi-san and Matsumoto-san. I’m Ume, and this is Shiori-san. She’s an ex-idol and she might know who that is,” Ume continued, pointing to Nara’s shirt.

“I do. She’s a great screamer,” Shishi said. The Japanese “Sukurīmā” must have been close enough, and Nara gave her a thumbs-up. Ume’s girlfriend was finally looking interested in what was going on. Too bad she and Nara couldn’t understand each other. Otherwise, they could have talked about idol stuff while the rest of us drank.

Nara joined us, bowed again, and repeated her name.

“We’re celebrating the publication of my book,” Ume explained.

“Oh, you’re an author too. So am I. What do you write?” Nara sounded excited.

“Yuri and slice of life. The book I just sold is about women who have to break a curse. And you?”

“Yuri, mythpunk, and surreal fantasy.”

“Did you ask her?” Matsumoto broke in.

“No,” Ume said. “My friends want to know why all the drinks are green today.”

"It's St. Patrick's Day," she said, pointing to the sign.

“今日は聖パトリックの日です,” Ume translated.

“Who’s St. Patrick?” Tsugumi asked.

Ume repeated what had been said to Nara, who replied, “He’s an #Irish saint who’s reputed to have driven all the vipers from Ireland. He supposedly brought Christianity there.”

Ume translated again. Then, switching back to English, she asked, “So what have you written?”

“It’s embarrassing, so I’ll skip that. But I’m currently writing about a woman who’s turned into a crow. It’s called ‘Airisu: The Crow and the Witch.’ The crow…”

Tomo whispered to me, “I hope Ume doesn’t add someone new to her harem.”

I laughed. Knowing Ume, she just might.

#TootFic #MicroFiction #KonbiniIdol #NMFic #SaintPatricksDay #SliceOfLife

NaraMoore ⛩️👻八尺様👻⛩️ at Fedi 7h ago

••⋅☾Two Authors of Konbini Idol (Kan-chan POV)☽⋅••

#Vss366 Irish / #StPatricksDay #EroticMusings 42: Languages?

Part 1 of 2

I ordered my third green tea shochu.” It isn’t what I usually drink, but since everyone else was drinking green stuff, and it was a limited special, I figured, “Why not?” It was good.

Tsugumi had been drinking the same thing, but after calling it “froufrou” she’d switched to ordering a cube of chartreuse jelly.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“Emerald Slider,” she said. “Don’t ask me what it is, but it looked fun.”

That didn’t tell me anything.

Everything was green. Green crepe ribbons festooned the room. Funny little paper youkai with shiny Emerald hats and shamrocks decorated the mirrors. Many people wore that color.

“Even the sign is green,” I said, waving at a large green sign with unintelligible English writing on it.

“Yeah,” Tomo said, toasting me with a green beer.

Beyond Tomo, I could see that Matsumoto had trapped Ume. She was waving a melon soda cocktail in Ume’s face while drunkenly saying for the third time, “You did good, but you still owe me yakiniku.”

Ume just shook her head modestly and sipped a brilliant green cocktail.

That left only Shishi, the designated driver, who was drinking sencha and looking bored.

When we arrived, all the rooms and tables were full. But we all squeezed in at the bar. Tonight, we were celebrating the sale of Ume’s book, “For Love of a Konbini Idol,” based on our adventures.

From down the bar, a heavily accented voice said, “Meron soda. Arukoru nashi, arigatogozaimasu.” I guessed they were American because of their terrible accent.

“Ask them why everything is green. They’re American and must know,” a plastered Matsumoto said, chucking Ume in the ribs. “You’re the only one who speaks English.”

“Naw, I wouldn’t want to be rude,” she replied.

“Go on,” Shishi said, joining in the conversation.

Ume shrugged and moved down the bar.

We all laughed. Ume would do just about anything for Shishi.

#TootFic #MicroFiction #KonbiniIdol #NMFic #SaintPatricksDay #SliceOfLife

NaraMoore ⛩️👻八尺様👻⛩️ at Fedi Mar 9

#PennedPossibilities 952 — How do you use social media as an author?

I promote here and on Bluesky. And selectively on Discord.

I post serials and one-shots on the Fedi under the #Vss366 #MastoPrompt and #TimeTravelAuthors hastags.

Support and social contact via writer hashtag responses.

Extra Special Bitter Dec 21

more sedation
the fight
in the dog

#vss366

J_D_Hathaway Jul 12, 2023

I wasn’t born #deaf but became so while still a child. I blend in with both communities. I speak with almost undetectable differences and both sign and lip read. I know exactly what Charles said to Camilla at hisCcoronation. It was a lot spicier than “This is boring.” #vss366