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Life was dangerous for a sake glass, because of course it was. A small fragile object in the hands of someone whose judgement and motor skills were growing more and more impaired? Many a good glass had been shattered, had slipped from clumsy fingers and met its end on the cool, hard, and oftentimes sticky floor. The life of a sake glass was very dangerous, but it was never boring. Especially for a sake glass that was fortunate enough to be used at a bar.
To be used by tonight's lovely, but strange guests.
Two very similar guests.
This particular sake glass had been placed on a tray and then set down at the circular booth in the back. A woman was already sat there and she thanked the waiter with a smile. Once he walked away, she picked up the bottle and poured the liquid into the sake glass, nearly filling it to the brim but not spilling a drop. Despite the chill of the liquid now filling it, the glass couldn’t help but notice the gracefulness of her motions. And the gratefulness of the man who was approaching her.
The man who looked like her.
“Evenin’,” the man said, giving the woman an appraising once over. “All the other tables are taken, and I’m not feelin’ the bar, mind if I join ya?”
He slid into the circular booth once he received a smile and a nod, his movements smooth enough not to jostle the table. All of the sake remained inside the glass, but it wouldn’t have mattered if some had spilled, it was used to the feeling of cool liquid dripping down its sides.
It just wasn't used to seeing two such similar looking people, especially two similar people who appeared to be strangers. They had the same face, the same build, and the same intricate and colorful tattoo peaking through their clothes.
Their clothing at least were very different, unless you counted how much skin they were each showing, but the clothes they did have on were nothing alike. The man was in skin-tight black leather pants with a snakeskin jacket, no shirt in sight. The woman wore fishnets, vibrant pink heels, and an equally pink dress which flattered her figure and showed off the tattoo even more than the man’s open jacket did.
They both wore an eye patch over their left eyes
They both had goatees surrounding their identical smiles.
Though, the woman’s smile was slightly pinker, her lipstick glossy in the bar’s vibrant lighting. And her long blond hair was pulled into an up-do, while the man’s hair was dark, short, and parted down the middle.
They were both striking.
“Came here for a drink,” the man said as he reached out and tapped a glove-covered finger against the side of the glass. “Didn’ think I’d be seein’ double before I even had a sip.”
“Well, between the two of us, I suppose this is the only night we’ll be seeing double,” the woman tittered, covering her giggles with a hand sparkling with rings.
The man laughed as well, the sound of it high-pitched and more like a cackle, but despite that, it still sounded warm. And it was warm enough to make the woman’s already rouged cheeks grow pinker.
Oh my.
Was it okay to flirt with someone who looked like your clone? To be attracted to someone who could be your twin? The sake glass didn’t know, but it supposed that didn’t really matter. At least, that didn’t matter to it.
It was just a sake glass after all.
“Name’s Goro,” the man said, leaning back and getting comfortable on the soft bench. Or the glass assumed the bench was soft. It had only ever sat on the tables or in peoples’ hands. The man, Goro, looked comfortable though, comfortable talking to this woman like he was talking to a mirror.
Was he talking to a mirror?
“Pleasure to meet ‘cha. I’m Goromi. Ya don’t seem very surprised, seeing someone who looks just like ya,” Goromi said, her hand reaching down and fitting around the sake glass, swishing the liquid inside it before bringing it up to her lips. The mustache tickled, and the lipstick felt sticky against its side.
Especially where it lingered even after she set it back on the table, even after she refilled it to the brim once more.
“I’ve seen a lot of weird things in my life, darlin’,” Goro said, flashing a manic-looking grin. “But ya only look beautiful.”
Goromi’s cheeks grew pink again as she fiddled with the sake glass, turning it in smooth little circles that were starting to make it feel dizzy. “I could say the same for ya. It’s been a while since I’ve seen such a handsome man stroll in here. Maybe that’s why I’m not surprised either. Too busy admirin’ the view.”
They both chuckled again, the noise mixing until it sounded like just one laugh, coming from just one person.
Was it?
“Well, I’m afraid I'm off the market,” Goro said. His smile stayed, but changed into something smaller, something sadder.
“Oh, ya’ve got someone?”
“I don' have him, but he has me, and that’s all that matters,” Goro said, peering down into the sake inside the glass. The glass peered back, almost wanting to extend a comforting hand. It was a shame it had no hands to extend, but that was what the sake was for.
And what Goro’s companion was for as well.
“I understand,” Goromi said, her voice soft and full of the same sadness that was twisting Goro’s lips. Her hand reached out and covered Goro’s, their fingers overlapping perfectly despite the leather glove on one and the abundance of rings and polish on the other. “I guess it's just another way we’re similar. I've had a long-standin’ crush myself, but he’s always busy with other things; that’s life I suppose, but as long as I can watch over him, it’s a good life.”
The sake glass understood that perfectly.
“It’s like ya took the thoughts right outta my head, the words right outta my mouth,” Goro teased, his smile getting softer and less sad. “If we had another glass, I'd toast to that.” He tapped the sake glass’s side again, rubbing his finger in the spot almost soothingly after. Though, it was probably to soothe himself. The sake glass was just a glass after all.
As far as these two knew anyway.
“I’m fine with sharin’ if you are,” Goromi said, running the tip of one of her pink nails over the glass’s rim.
It tickled almost more than her mustache had.
“As long as ya let me buy the next bottle,” Goro agreed, pulling his hand back.
“Sounds good to me.”
And with that, Goromi picked up the glass and brought it to her lips, draining half the sake in a smooth, graceful motion. She handed it to Goro in a move that was just as graceful, with a smile that was just as smooth.
And just as identical to the one Goro was giving her.
Goro took the glass and rotated it without letting it leave his hand. His mustache tickled against the rim exactly where Goromi’s had, his lips overlapping exactly where hers had been.
This time no lipstick print was left behind. Instead, when he set the glass down, Goro’s lips held that same pink tinge, making them match even further.