Talk:Ushi-Oni/@comment-27096789-20160108143124/@comment-26492770-20160115082138

With my business done, I securely tie my track pants. I look up at the Ushi-Oni and hold up a finger, telling her to wait a minute. I leave the stall and go over to one of the sinks to wash my hands. Sure enough, that bathroom-invading woman had climbed down and was waiting with surprising patience; however, she is standing between me and the door. That's smart. After I finish cleaning my hands and drying them off, I turn to her. "The answer is no."

"I'm not taking no for an answer," she quickly responds with a smirk. I should have expected that, but at least I tried.

"The answer is still no." Immediately I make a bolt for the door. She's quick to try grabbing and stopping me, but as always I am the quicker one. It also helps that my smaller size allowed me to slide right under her. Having got past her, I exit the restroom and run over to the counter. I hastily take out some money and place it on the counter. "Here's the money. Thanks for the drinks. Have a good evening!" The Ushi-Oni had already busted out of the bathroom and was headed my way. I salute the bartender and make a mad dash for an open window. I dive through it, roll on the ground, get up, and go into a full sprint. The Ushi-Oni smashes through the wall and continues the pursuit.

Everyone else back in the bar watched the Ushi-Oni and I speed off. Some felt pity, some felt envy, and there were even a hand-full wondering why I was running away. "My money's on that young man!" And of course there's that one guy.