Folks this is Jeremiah Jacob age 22,but most folks call Him Jaco from either lack of effort or just because of expedience. He's 5'9 average build with dark brown hair. A face you could best describe as lost and fair, lost in a way you'd think he's zoned out, fair in just above average. He's wearing his trusty go fasters, blue jeans, 1/3 hoodie, carrying along a Zippo with two packs of cigs especially for bar crawling.
Tagging along with our hero? Ruffian, misguided child? Ah who cares what he's called, I guess his name will do for now. Ahem Tagging along with Jaco is his most trusted friend and confidant Nash Kol: age 21,hight 5'9 along with a athletic build with dirty blond hair, a face of youth, but worn down from the exposure from the outdoors, all and all a handsome fella. Kol is dressed to impress with his Sunday service getup, a pair of well worn boots, blue jeans and button up. In the smokes department he's rolling the same load out as his friend Jaco.
We would talked for hours on what if scenarios, our favorite one that we always ended up talking about was teleportation. The specifics of jumper always came to mind. Then from there we smoked and drank the night away.
Until a woman came though the door and sat next to Nash, she asked for something tall and strong. She had a homely face one of a mature woman who knew what she was and what she wanted. Short hair that stopped at the nape of her slim neck. The rest of her bodily features were well hidden beneath blue jeans and a sweatshirt with all the curves in between.
Nash looked at me and saw where I was looking, with a grin and in a not so quiet voice told me to "Pick your jaw off the floor and stop gawking and talk to her. Besides the worst thing she could do was say no." His grin was gone and a full shit eating smile was on display for my amusement. Nash knew me to well I'm pretty introverted and knew how to push my buttons. "Alright Nash alright, just know you owe me a drink if she throws her drink at me."
He laughs it off, but nods his head in agreement. Me and Nash switch seats, I sit down and look over and ask her name. She looks troubled, I guess it was the language barrier, I try Japanese it's not the best but I can speak it and understand it. She responded but it's not the Okinawa dialect. I was expecting, surprisingly it was formal textbook formal Kanto dialect. "Hello my name is Yama Uba it is a pleasure to meet you dearie." Her cadence and her tone of her voice is enchanting to say the least, so my other brain needs to catch up. "...um Right my name is Jeremiah Jacobs, friends call me Jaco for short, Its a pleasure to meet you Yama." I say that word vomit and extend my hand for her to shake and her hands are cold near thirty two degrees, which is surprising considering Okinawa is pretty tropical especially in the summer months.
The rest of the night is kind of a blur with drinking games and a pool game that would change my life either for the better or for the worst. Yama suggest we play for a bet, thinking it'll be for drinks I ask her the details. " If I win you get to come home with me, but if you win I will grant you one wish and I will tell your fortune for the rest of this year. Its a win win right dearie?" The first half of her sentence has the warmth of pair of a witch's tits and the second half has enough venom to kill a platoon of men, as if saying I won it would be by the grace of god. I take a good hard long look at this woman, my mind slowly clearing from the fog of liquor and nearly fell out of my chair. I see this thing or what could be best described as a stereotypical witch just turned up to eleven. I school my features and look in to her milky white eyes " Okay Yama lets get it on with it, oh and Yama good luck you're gonna need it."