Koi (revision)

“What is that? A fish?” I asked the woman sitting next to me at the bar. I pointed to the black and white tattoo trailing up her arm. She sat almost a head taller than me, sipping the froth off a White Russian and staring straight to the back of the bar, as if the Jager on the shelf had insulted her mother. I have to admit, she was a little scary. Then again, I was pretty smashed and I would have hit on a mama grizzly if she were drinking next to me.

“Yeah. It’s a koi. A Japanese carp.” she said, in a prettier voice than I would have thought. She had a decent rack, too, but she was too muscular. Who knows why pretty girls do that to themselves.

“But you aren’t even Asian,” I said, though I was polite enough to not mention the fact that she was a woman and shouldn’t be wearing tattoos in the first place.

“Do I have to be?” She barely glanced my way.

“I guess not.” I tugged at my beer. “But why, uh… koi? Why put a fish on your arm of all things? Why not… you know? Like a butterfly or a hummingbird or something?”

Her throat opened to make way for the creamy brew. I waited as she slowly finished her pull, briskly lowering the glass to the counter. “I like koi. They actually mean something to me. When I was a little girl, I used to watch them in the pond in my backyard.”

I couldn’t imagine her as a little girl, though I didn’t tell her that. “You were rich enough to have a koi pond?”

“My dad was a businessman. He spent a lot of time and Japan and I guess he liked them enough to get some of his own.”

“Yeah? Weird. I would have thought you got your tats in prison or something.” I laughed. She didn’t. Man, this lady was making me uncomfortable. “So, um, where are you from?”

“Compton.”

I exhaled, smiling. “Oh really? Compton?” That makes sense.

“No,” she smirked into her pint. “That was a joke. I’m really from Seattle.”

“Yeah? That’s cool. What they got up there?”

“Eskimos.”

I almost smiled again, but I was catching on to her game. “That’s another joke, right?”

“Ha. Right.” She chuckled into her drink.

“What? What’s so funny?” She’s totally into me. Why are all the ugly ones so desperate?

“So, what brings you—” But before I could finish, a wild-haired black girl came running up and wrapped her arms around the big woman’s waist. “Hurry up, Joan! I want to go dancing sometime tonight!”

“Sure. Just one more thing.” She put some money down on the counter. “Bartender! One White Russian for my friend.” She looked down at me. “Alcohol wears down your bones. Got to add some calcium to grow big and strong.” She winked at me and wrapped the fish arm around the dark girl. In the same spot as the koi, there was a scary-looking dragon clawing up her other arm. It made me uncomfortable. I turned back to the counter.

Should have known she was a homo, her being so big and all. Explains a lot. I sipped the froth off my drink and thought about sucking on tits.

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