One big asshole

Back at the restaurant, Utami and Mimoko were returning from the bathroom when a girl with short reddish pink hair suddenly swayed up to Mimoko and wrapped her hand around her. "Heeyy... Waasup, girlfriend?" Chaya grinned.

Mimoko let out a yelp and tried to break free, but Chaya's grip was inescapable.

"You ain't runingz, I gotz, yuuh in muh boobies... YAY! SO SOFT!" Chaya cheered as she swung around the glass bottle in her other hand, splashing some of its contents onto Mimoko.

"YOU FIEND! UNHAND MIMOKO-SAMA THIS INSTANT!" Utami roared.

"Huh? Da fuq are you? Haman? Mordecai? I CAN'T TELL!" Chaya laughed as she took a chug of the bottle's contents.

Utami began to crack her knuckles, but before she could make a move or say a word, Chaya ended up spitting out what she had just drank, right into Mimoko's face.

"WHOOPS!" Imma clean dat up," Chaya grinned as she went in and gave Mimoko a big fat kiss on the lips.

"I'LL KILL YOU FOR THAT!" Utami roared as she charged for Chaya.

"Uhp, CATCH! It's comin' to home plate!" Chaya laughed as she shoved Mimoko towards Utami, causing Utami to throw herself to the ground with all her might to avoid smashing into her.

Mimoko, meanwhile, began to tear up and go red in the face, yet as she regained her footing, she suddenly recognized the woman. "It's you! You're Chaya Shamir!" 

Chaya blinked in confusion before her smile returned tenfold. "Well, someone's been lookin' me up if ya know how to say muh name right. THAT'S RIGHT! Name's Chaya, like, "Hi-yah, I'm here to visit n' see them fine lips of yours". They call me Chutzpah Chaya, the Hebrew Harlot, or when they mispronounce my name like it's tea, Teabaggin' Chaya," Chaya grinned.

Crunch!

Everyone in the area looked over in horror as Utami cracked a chunk of the floor before slowly rising to her feet. "I care not what your name is. YOUR SENTENCE IS DEATH FOR VIOLATING MIMOKO-SAMA!" she roared as she charged for Chaya once more.

As Utami swung her fist, Chaya fell flat on her back to the ground, before suddenly leaping right back up and headbutting Utami. The blow sent Utami stumbling back, but she quickly regained her footing and went in for another strike.

"Think that's it," Okisato sighed as he suddenly appeared and caught Utami's punch.

"Tanabe... Move," Utami snarled.

"You've already fallen for her trap. You're facing her team tomorrow, so settle it then on the chessboard."

"T- That's right! Utami-chan, please calm down," Mimoko begged as she walked up to Utami.

"Mi- Mimoko-sama?"

"Good judgement call, boy," Daria scowled as she appeared.

Chaya's eyes suddenly widened with joy. "MAESTRO! I can tell itz you... You got the kabuki n' the-"

"Chaya, it would be wise not to continue this further. The arbiters are dining yonder, and would have grounds to haul you off to the holding facility for a day," Daria scowled as she held her fan to her face.

"Prison party!? I was thrown in prison for turnin' down the army. BEST DECISION EVER! I had orgies with so many bad girls!" Chaya cheered as she raised her bottle into the air.

"CHAYA!" a voice called out.

Everyone turned to notice a woman with long white hair that obscured her eye clad in a black leather jacket, blue shirt, capri jeans, and white sneakers. Though she had a pretty face, it was marred by a bag under her visible eye as well as a bloodshot droopy eye, indicating she was either highly stressed, lacked sleep, or both.

"IRIT! Mazel tov, ready to toast?" Chaya grinned as she spun over to the woman.

"YOU IDIOT! YOU KNOW HOW MUCH SHIT I GET FROM EVERYONE BECAUSE OF YOUR ANTICS!?" Irit fumed as she slapped Chaya hard across the face.

"What? It's just me bein' loud n' proud. Who don't like a girl like that?" Chaya grinned as she jiggled her breasts.

"Chaya-chan... Please stop," Shira frowned as she walked over and wrapped her arms around Chaya.

Chaya's whole demeanor seemed to shift as her smile quickly faded. "... Fine, if you say so, Shira..."

As Shira led Chaya away, Irit remained and began trembling as she stared directly at Daria.

"Irit, you know I don't like making direct eye-contact with anyone," Daria sighed.

"Chaya... Chaya-"

"It's her actions alone. Stop feeling like you're at fault for what she does."

"Then why does everyone yell at me!? Why am I forced to apologize for everything she does!?" She's just the DSPCM of the capitol city, she's not some representation of the whole country!" 

An awkward frown spread across Daria's face as Irit began to hyperventilate. In addition to being the leader of the newly-formed Hebrew Republic, which was not even a year old yet, Irit was also said nation's main representative at the WWCF. This meant Daria encountered her often at work, and knew of her flawed personality. While Irit was one of the world's most talented grandmasters, as well as a natural genius, she was a very paranoid individual with poor social skills. However, there was one person that could calm her down whenever she had a panic attack.

"I'm... not mad about what happened," Mimoko interjected. 

Irit's eye bulged in shock. "N- Not mad? No, there's no way! I've seen this scenario too many times, she's mad, SHE'S MAD! UGH, why can't Chaya just behave!? I hate having to deal with this shit! I wanna hop on a camel and trot around the desert at night.  It's so calming," Irit mumbled in her mind. 

"Uh, um..."

"Ah, this beauty here's what you call the title holder of the "Miss Paranoid" pageant. But me being the golden social butterfly that I am, I'm the one to talk to when you want to try n' get words across to her, when she panics too much to think for herself," Golda grinned as she wrapped her arm around Irit. 

"Um, who might you be?"

"I'M-" 

"Golda Goldschmidt, gold fetishist and braggart," Tenju grumbled as she trudged over. 

"Tenju!? Been ages. You're doing right, right?" Golda asked. 

"Ugh, I'm fine." 

"Then Golda-chan, please tell Irit-chan that I'm not mad at Chaya-chan. Just try to keep her from kissing me and splashing her drink on me, OK?" Mimoko smiled. 

Irit's gaze narrowed as she let out a sigh. "Seems I overthought it. You're as magnanimous as they say, at least in the now," she mumbled as she began walking away. 

"That's Irit for, "You're fine, I guess." Don't worry, that's good for someone she just met," Golda smiled. 

"Rest her up for the match tomorrow. I want to face her at her best," Daria nodded. 

Golda nodded back and went on her way. 

"Really handled that well. I'm proud of ya," Daria smiled as she rubbed Mimoko's head. 

"I didn't like getting soaked, but the kiss... The kiss..." 

"Hmm?" Daria swooned a mischief coated her face. 

"Is the food done? I kind of want to do take-out now so I can wash my hair."

At a table over yonder, Golda scowled as she sat with Irit, Shira, Chaya, and Lea. "Really caused a scene. Hope all the stress you caused us was worth it," she growled as she glared at Chaya.

"Damn right it was! We're facing them tomorrow, and one of them's all buttered up n' ready to fry. Bet she'll flop just like she did here when she faces the opening I got planned for her," Chaya maliciously grinned.

Lea let out a chuckle. "They all look so delicious. Lea wants to devour one," she cooed. 

"Hey, hey, girl's got good taste! All them ladies be mighty fine, but one's already hitched, so it's a free-for all for the other four." 

Lea let out a soft giggle as she zeroed in on Mimoko. "Smoothskin... Lea wants you... Lea wants to consume you all... for her," she thought as an eerie smile slowly cracked through her lips.