Sign of the Zodiac: Taurus
Fights

The bar door opened. Rows of burly people with bulging muscles immediately entered the dimly-lit drinking place. Some of the men seemed to hold a beautiful woman with a seductive body and open clothes. The couples made out in the corner shortly after ordering a drink and got a little drunk.

Meanwhile dozens of other people just spoke to each other in a loud voice. Laughter of those who overlapped filled DelMonte to cause a frenzy that was so boisterous. Bianco tried to stay focused on his job making ordered drinks. So trained, he can make ten different drinks at a time. Bianco's speed and hand skills are indeed unmatched.

“You are still as boring as ever, Bianco,” greet a woman in a red dress who sits in front of the bar table.

Bianco gave a small snort without even turning his head to the woman. “Did you not get a customer yet, Adana?” bianco asked while pouring vodka in his jigger bar.

Adana was grieving while leaning her chest on the bar table. The low cut of her dress revealed her cleavage formed from two plump breasts.

“Because of the new boy Chulo brought in, now all torero is crazy about him. In a single night he could serve seven torero people in turns. And even because of the large number of fans, Chulo gave a time limit to be able to date the new child, then also raise the rates, ” Adana said looked really upset.

“It's not usually that you complain just because of that kind of thing. Your profile is no less than the new boy,” said Bianco lightly.

“Hmph. There are only a few crazy people looking for me. They ask for things ranging from silly costumes to violence. Lookatthis. It was last night's wound and it hasn't dried up until now. How can I work with a body like this,” complained Adena while lifting her long dark brown hair.

Behind the wavy hair, Adena's back was covered in bruises and flushed. Like the scars of whips that cross each other. Bianco looked at Adena's back with concern. The life of this woman is not easy either. But he then realized, if the Nuchas tribe, where he lived, is no longer a place worth inhabited by humans. Even Malignos are not as cruel as the humans who live here. Is there anyone in this place who can live easily?

“Just rest for a few days. Consider this a holiday,” entertain Bianco in the end.

The young man held out a beautiful cocktail with berries to Adena. “This is a gift from me. I rarely give free cocktails to customers,” he said with a smile.

“You're really not good at seducing women, Bianco. You should have said more seductive words while winking,” said Adena chuckled. The woman received a drink from Bianco.

“I don't like to do such things. My work has drained enough energy. No need to attract the attention of the women,” said Bianco later.

“What because of the daughter of the Manolete family? You still love her?” adena is half-literate.

Bianco did not answer, without realizing it his hand movements stopped for a while. The shadow of Beatrice Manolette flashed across her head. How long has it been since he met the woman? Maybe three weeks, or a month. A sudden longing crept into Bianco's chest, making him feel like an imagined loser.

“You took the path of suffering, Bianco. Our lives here are like dirt, and we choose love. Not the usual love, but the daughter of the strongest family in Nuchas. A manolette? Truly a boring young man who likes to hurt himself,” Adena said later.

Bianco again did not answer. He just cleared slowly and then went back to doing his job. If only he could choose, he would have fun with a lot of women, like most men in Nuchas. But his heart could not be set. The only person who could touch Bianco's body and heart was Beatris, the woman he would definitely never be able to reach.

Suddenly the sound of screaming and making sounds was heard from one corner of the bar, followed by the sound of broken glass and the pounding of a crushed wooden table. Bianco immediately turned his gaze toward the source of the sound. Sure enough, now in one corner of the Bar there is a fight between two big torero people. They both cursed and hit each other at the same time. Glass cups and bottles of Bianco alcohol scattered. Some tables and wooden chairs were destroyed because the bodies of the fighting torero were slammed into the objects.

Bianco took a long breath. The night is not even late and the income of the Bar is not enough to compensate for the loss. He saw Andres and Baltazar, the bar security guard was in a hurry to come and try to break up. But the fight was brutal. Taking a deep breath, Bianco immediately came out of his bar table and headed to where the drunken toreros were punching each other.

Bianco body is very small when compared to the body of the torero. Even so he helped Andres and Baltazar break up the fight. He pulled one torero apart from the other. As much as Bianco's energy gripped the arm full of the torero muscle. Unfortunately the action seems to make the torero even more upset. While roaring furiously, the torero swung his arm tightly until it successfully knocked Bianco's slender body into the wall of the bar.

The violent clash made Bianco choke. His back was in pain from hitting a hard wall. Not getting there, torero then threw a nearby bottle of alcohol towards Bianco. The bottle broke into pieces and hit the young man's head. Fresh blood poured from Bianco's head and covered his eyes. His head was slightly dizzy from the sudden impact of the bottle. But Bianco can still keep his consciousness.

“Keep, Bian. Let us overcome this,” said Andres who is still half a teller.

Bianco spat out the blood that also came out from inside his mouth and then stood up as if nothing had happened.

“Then finish quickly,” says Bianco while walking away towards the back of the bar. He had to clean the blood on his face and uniform.