Relieved from the intense flurry of the brawl, Tōga scanned the disarrayed bar, his eyes landing on a suitable spot amidst the chaos. Tables were overturned, chairs flung aside, scattered across the floor in haphazard disarray—a testament to the ferocity of their earlier confrontation. Yet, through the wreckage, the dragon slayer's grin was irrepressible as he spotted an ideal setting for what he hoped would be a more peaceful continuation of the evening.

“'Excuse me, pardon me,” Tōga repeated, his voice a polite murmur as he navigated through the maze of debris and unconscious patrons. His steps were measured and cautious, deliberately avoiding the unfortunate souls strewn across the floor—victims of the tumult he and his striking date had orchestrated. Reaching a small clearing, he righted a table that lay on its side, dusting off its surface with a few efficient swipes before setting it upright. He then fetched a couple of chairs, arranging them neatly at the table.

“Care to join me?” he called over to Ursula, flashing a charming smile as he gestured invitingly toward one of the chairs. Assuming she accepted, he would wait for her to be comfortably seated before sliding her chair closer to the table. Once she was settled, he took his own seat across from her, just as the bartender arrived with their drinks. The glasses clinked softly as they were set down on the now-clean table.

“Thank you!” Tōga beamed, his hand reaching for his wallet from which he extracted a few jewels, placing them generously on the table. “Sorry for all the trouble we caused,” he added, his apology sincere as he acknowledged the wild turn their date had taken. While the initial annoyance was evident in the bartender's expression, his eyes widened in astonishment at the amount of money laid before him. “S-sir, that’s way too much,” the bartender protested, his voice tinged with a mix of gratitude and surprise.

“No, take it. You deserve it. And hey, just keep the drinks coming!” Tōga insisted, his tone both light-hearted and insistent. His generous tip was as much a peace offering as it was a testament to his character—acknowledging the disruption they’d caused with a grand gesture that went above and beyond the expected.

As the bartender reluctantly accepted the jewels and retreated to prepare more drinks, Tōga's attention returned to Ursula. With the clinks of fresh glasses soon to echo again, the night promised new beginnings, transforming earlier chaos into an opportunity for laughter, conversation, and perhaps, a deepening connection.

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"No, no, no, you've got it all wrong," Tōga retorted with a dismissive wave, a playful glint in his eyes directed at his date who had teasingly questioned his allegiance after the bar brawl.

"But we were every bit as responsible for the damage as them," he admitted, his gaze sweeping the bar's interior. The aftermath was stark—unconscious bodies were strewn across the floor, amidst the wreckage of tables, chairs, and shattered glass, all remnants of their former selves. The woodwork of the bar bore the scars of their escapade, marked with cracks, chips, and stains that gave the place an unintended new facade. Although Tōga had compensated the bartender generously with a handful of jewels, deep down, he acknowledged that the chaos should never have unfolded in the first place.

"But, I won't lie—it was fun. I rarely get to cut loose like that nowadays," he confessed with a chuckle, his infectious laughter mingling with the clink of glasses as he raised his drink for a sip. The bartender had just delivered their beverages to a hastily arranged table amidst the debris of their earlier fray.

"There will never be a day when I won't have your back, and come to your aid if you need me," Tōga declared, offering a reassuring smile as he took another sip of his drink.

Ursula, for her part, found amusement in their antics, often simplifying their actions through jokes and light-hearted banter. Yet, Tōga sensed a deeper connection when he was near her. Her presence catalyzed an exhilaration within him that surpassed the thrills he found in nature or in the heat of battle. It was rare for someone to simultaneously draw out the best and the most challenging aspects of his personality. Ursula was like a mystical elixir and a tempting poison, an enigma Tōga found himself drawn to explore with every encounter.

She might have imagined him as nothing more than a gallant hero, perpetually rescuing damsels in distress, but Tōga couldn't envision desiring to protect anyone more than he did her. In his eyes, Ursula wasn't just another person to save; she was a partner in adventure, a co-conspirator in chaos, and potentially, the catalyst of his greatest growth. This realization brought a new depth to their interactions, blending the thrill of danger with the warmth of mutual respect and burgeoning affection.

That was something to cheers towards.

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"Unconventional," Tōga mused, his eyes lingering on Ursula's appetizing form, a playful smile dancing on his lips. "That might be the most fitting word to describe you." His gaze swept across the tavern, a scene of delightful disarray that bore witness to their recent escapade.

An evening intended for flirtatious banter and pool table revelry had taken a delightfully unexpected turn. Misplaced words and inebriated patrons had ignited a spark, transforming their night into a whirlwind of laughter, adrenaline, and shared triumph. They had emerged victorious, leaving a trail of bewildered adversaries and slightly rearranged furniture in their wake. The tavern's interior, once a picture of cozy charm, now bore the scars of their playful skirmish, a testament to their unbridled spirit.

"You own your power, Ursula," Tōga continued, his voice a low rumble that resonated with admiration. "You make no apologies for who you are, and that's something I truly admire." He raised his mug, the rim cool against his lips, and took a sip of the sweet, tangy concoction. "It's a rare and beautiful thing."

His words echoed through the dimly lit tavern, catching the attention of a few remaining patrons. But Tōga, unfazed by their curious glances, continued his serenade of praise. "Don’t ever change that," he declared, his voice now a gentle caress, "and if anyone tries to test you, well...let's just say I'm sure you'll find a wall or two to throw them through."

His eyes, a mesmerizing blend of hazel and crimson, sparkled with a mischievous light. He saw in Ursula a kindred spirit, a fellow thrill seeker who embraced life's unpredictable twists and turns with open arms. She was a tempestuous storm, a captivating enigma, a woman who challenged and intrigued him in equal measure.

Tōga leaned back in his chair, a contented sigh escaping his lips. The tavern may have been in calming hysteria, but their spirits were soaring. Tonight, they had not only conquered their opponents but also forged a deeper connection, a bond born of shared laughter, shared victories, and a mutual appreciation for the extraordinary. And as he raised his mug in a silent toast to their unconventional adventure, Tōga knew that this was just the beginning of a truly remarkable journey.

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Toga was no bard, weaving an intricate ensorcell of words with practiced eloquence. He wasn't a master painter, meticulously crafting masterpieces with every stroke of his brush. Nor was he a charismatic commander, rallying his troops with fiery speeches before a perilous charge.

No, Toga was something else entirely. He was a young man, a mage, a warrior, and an enthusiast. His words flowed from the depths of his heart, unfiltered and unburdened by the need for intellectual prowess. He was a creature of instinct, his tongue guided by the raw emotions that pulsed through his veins. Flawed and unpolished, he wore his heart on his sleeve, his sincerity as disarming as his fiery magic.

So when Ursula playfully dubbed him a "smooth talker," a look of genuine bewilderment spread across his face. His mismatched eyes, one a warm amber, the other a mesmerizing fusion of crimson and ebony, blinked in confusion. A sheepish grin tugged at his lips, his usual confidence momentarily faltering.

Yet, in this moment of vulnerability, he found himself rewarded. "No need to thank me," he stammered, his voice a gentle murmur. "You owe me nothing..." But his words were abruptly silenced, a gasp escaping his lips as Ursula leaned across the table, her painted lips capturing his own in a passionate embrace.

Time seemed to slow to a crawl as Toga surrendered to the intoxicating sensation of her kiss. His eyes fluttered closed, his body yielding to the warmth of her embrace. Her legs entwined with his beneath the table, silent and unseen evidence to the unspoken connection that crackled between them.

His senses were overwhelmed by a concinnity of carnal vogues: the fascinating scent of her perfume, the taste of sweet nectar on her lips, the delicate touch of her fingers against his skin. It was a whirlwind of emotions, a kaleidoscope of desire and tenderness that swept him off his feet.

In that fleeting moment, Toga was lost in the powerful depths of Ursula's clinch, his worries and insecurities momentarily forgotten. The world outside the dimly lit tavern faded into insignificance as he surrendered to the moment, a willing captive to the magic of her kiss.

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Toga's gaze, once languid and subdued, snapped wide, his eyes gleaming with a newfound intensity as a blush, a delicate wash of crimson, crept onto his cheeks. Ursula's words, a tantalizing blend of invitation and sensuality, had struck a chord deep within him, sending a jolt of unexpected desire coursing through his veins.

"Uhm... Uhm... Ursulsa-chan!" he stammered, his voice a flustered symphony of surprise and embarrassment. The normally unflappable dragon slayer teetered on the edge of his seat, his composure momentarily shattered by the overwhelming wave of heat that engulfed him – a heat that had nothing to do with his fiery magic.

As Ursula's lips danced along the column of his neck, her nimble fingers exploring the landscape of his body, Toga's resolve crumbled like sandcastles before the tide. Words, once his allies, deserted him, leaving only a series of breathless gulps and a rapidly escalating temperature in their wake.

"I-I mean... if you insist on repaying the favor... who am I to refuse?" he managed to utter, his voice a mere whisper against the backdrop of his surging desire. The declaration he had made moments ago, about not wanting anything in return, evaporated into thin air, replaced by an all-consuming yearning for the touch of the woman who held him captive.

Every brush of her fingertips, every gentle caress of her nails against his skin, sent shivers of pleasure through him. Her tongue, a mischievous temptress, traced tantalizing circles near his jugular, igniting a fire that threatened to consume him entirely.

Lost in a whirlwind of sensations, Toga could only muster a single, desperate plea: "Uhm... check, please?" The words, a feeble attempt to regain control, were barely audible, drowned out by the symphony of passion that swelled within him.

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"Check, please!" Now Toga's voice, now a commanding baritone, resonated through the tavern, his brown eyes ablaze with an intensity that brooked no delay. With a practiced gesture, he delved into his pockets, emerging with a fistful of glittering jewels, their value a mere trifle compared to the whirlwind of destruction he had unleashed upon the establishment. He scattered the gems across the table, a nonchalant gesture of payment that undoubtedly surpassed the meager cost of their drinks and the damages incurred.

"let's go somewhere more private," Toga purred, a mischievous smile playing upon his lips as he entwined his fingers with Ursula's, leading her towards the exit. The cobblestone streets of Magnolia beckoned, a labyrinth of shadows and secrets that promised to conceal their passionate rendezvous.

As they stepped out into the night, leaving behind the stunned patrons and the unconscious remnants of their fiery encounter, Toga's mind raced ahead, envisioning the pleasures that awaited them at the quaint villa they had recently secured. It was a haven nestled away from the prying eyes of the world, a sanctuary where their desires could intertwine without inhibition or restraint.

The cool night air brushed against their skin, a welcome contrast to the sweltering heat that still lingered within them. Ursula's hand, soft and delicate in his own, sent a thrill of anticipation through Toga, fueling the inferno that raged within him.

With a final wave of dismissal to the bewildered faces peering from the tavern's doorway, Toga and his enchanting companion vanished into the embrace of the night, eager to explore the depths of their newfound carnal appetite.

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