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[Eva Liu]

THEME: Fantastic Baby~ Big Bang

It was as if his cousin had taken the legal maximum occupancy number of the establishment as a challenge for how many people she could actually fit in the space, fire codes be damned. Of course that wasn't the most egregious violation of common law: there was no doubt that most people present were far from being 21. The Asian male was only slightly unamused as he tried to push his way through the crowds of classmates standing around. Only a few of the people he was forced to brush up against even recognized him and wished him a happy birthday, which he accepted as graciously as he could with his frustration rising. When he had asked Eva to help plan a birthday celebration, he certainly didn't have in mind this type of wild debauchery. Jack sighed deeply when he finally caught sight of her; it was plenty apparent that the festivities weren't about him, but rather simply an opportunity for her to boost their social standing. She had her long brown hair in curls, and made her intentions loud and clear with the short, black sequined dress she wore.

Although she was engrossed in conversation with another girl, he approached her anyways and tapped her on the shoulder. "Jack!" the demon dadao exclaimed over the thumping dance music. Even in the dim light the large pendant earrings she wore glinted. "Pretty gloomy for a birthday boy, don't you think? Have the hostesses even been doing their job? Do I need to go and yell at management? Oh yeah, this is him, Mr. Legal." Her companion giggled and batted her eyelashes for show. "Happy birthday! Thanks for throwing this party for us."

His expressed remained flat. "I didn't intend for you to take 'a night out with friends' and turn it into 'invite the whole school and hold it at Chupa Cabra.' Do you even know most of these people?

"Of course not! I just told the girls in RBFC to invite whoever they wanted, and they were the ones who really helped turn it into this. I'm so proud of what we can do when we all put our minds together."

"You did not. You told your club? Who basically pulled in 5 people each?"

"Aww, the whole point is to get to meet new people! They'll still know it was 'Jack Zhao's kick ass party,' and there we go."

"You mean the whole point was for you to get to try to show off and take advantage of your relation with me. Mmm, thank cuz."

The girl smoothed down the tight dress and shrugged. "So it just so happens that this is the perfect opportunity for me to try to get myself some man. Completely tangential, because we're here for you. So don't act all sour about it. Look, you even dressed up! Not bad Jack, I've gotta say. I can try to introduce you to some people." Eva expressed her unconditional approval of his dark blue dress shirt and belted black slacks, though Jack wasn't as enthusiastic about the undercurrent of his apparently having surpassed very low standards set for his ability to make himself presentable.

"Do I even need to ask about whether or not there's alcohol being consumed?"

"Well, if you're gonna be that way you won't have to. But I guess since we're here, why not. Anything they've got is most likely nowhere near anything like what Rune prepares, so hey! Alright, come on. You're going to talk to a few people, do some dancing. Let's go, right now," Eva said as she grabbed him by the arm.

[Rick Fader]

The Chupa Cabra was the last place where one would expect Rick to even visit. Though he was infamous for getting plastered during parties, a place with skimpily clad hostesses was not exactly something that caught his attention. Despite some of the darker jokes he had made about sex, the weapon honestly didn't bother getting close to the ladies, favoring a life of violence and bloodshed. Besides, after his former crush didn't quite pan out, he had avoided the ladies, attempting to forget about such a problem through more carnage.

When one of the fangirls of Rocton Barrett invited him over to Jack Zhao's birthday party, for reasons still unknown to him, he had accepted. The weapon wouldn't decline a chance to get plastered. Besides, after all the work he had put into training, he honestly needed some kind of break. He had practically forgotten what it was like to wind down through running himself ragged in order to find a way to compensate for his bum arm, even passing out on the gym floor for days in a row.

Dressed in a pair of beige slacks, a button-up shirt, a beige blazer, and presentable dress boots, the weapon went over to the party. Weeks of otherwise neglected hard work had been cleansed off of him in preparation for the event that would inevitably leave him a different kind of wreck after waking up the next morning.

Rick bumped and weaved through the large crowd of students, attempting to get a chance to talk to his classmate. Though he hadn't talked to Eva too often, only in between the few classes they shared, maybe it was time he got to know her. Besides, the weapon honestly felt like he needed more friends, with the few he had at the time. They might especially be more fulfilling than the vapid bitch of a girl who had dragged him along.

As he approached the two, the sight made him grin. Eva was decked out in a short, black dress, something more appropriate for a hostess here. Meanwhile, her cousin was in more of a casual outfit, something Rick himself would probably wear. As the weapon grabbed her cousin by the arm, Rick had approached them, managing to gently push through the last of the people in his path.

"Yo, Eva! Applying for a job here?", questioned the Demon Chair playfully in regards to her outfit of choice. He then directed his attention to Jack Zhao. "Happy birthday, Jackie-boy!", exclaimed Rick, still grinning.

(If you want Rick to have known Jack from past encounters, that's fine. If not, then Rick just managed to get limited info on him for the event)

[tokoz]

Bran stood outside the noisy club, seriously wondering if he had transformed into a complete lunatic. This was not his thing. He prefered quiet, or a good brawl. A party at a club, one with quite a few people most likely already drunk as all holy hell,  and skimpy clothed girls of dubious morality, was 99% of the time not where he would prefer to be. But honestly, at this point he wasn't even sure he had a choice. Some girl from the RFBC fanclub had shoved a invitation into his hands. After a long back and forth, she had weaseled a promise out of him that he would attend. 

He shook his head, entering the crowd, heading straight for the bar as he grumbled quietly. He may be old fashioned in that respect, but he had always held that if he had given out his word, he was damn well honorbound. He sighed again, approaching the bartender, who looked like he honestly couldn't give a shit about age at the moment, he was moving so much liquor. Dear lord, was that Meister CHUGGING a bottle of wine? Really, some people... Bran rolled his eyes, and turned back to the bartender. "Tullamore Dew, on the rocks." The bartender looked suprised, but fished around and came up with a mostly full bottle of the whiskey. He plopped a pair of ice cubes in, and slid it across to Bran.

The Demon Spear examined the drink for a minute, then, taking a gulp, headed back into the crowd, the spirit tingling in his throat. He had worked at the Balor's Crown, where Tullamore was a favorite of many of the older patrons, and as the night wore on, the age limit quickly plummeted to anyone with the money. Granted, they would have to watch the younger patrons, but the pub, and his town in general, was notoriously lax about the drinking age. The men figured it was better to learn early that getting plastered had some nasty drawbacks the next day. His homeroom teacher would chuckle every time he slammed a drawer or slapped a ruler on a desk. Depending on the day, half the class usually winced like their heads were being split in half.

Bran looked around, as he slowly drank from his second glass of whiskey.. The ice clinked lightly, as he noticed Rick not far away. He appeared to be talking to a girl in a oriental dress, and a boy. The girl, who he vaguely recalled seeing once or twice, bore a bit of resemblance to the other boy. He made his way over, thinking, just barely catching "Jackie-boy". Presumably that was Jack, the birthday boy. Seems like the focus of the party was a bit unhappy with the size. Bran grinned a bit. Maybe the RBFC had gone a bit overboard. He approached the trio, nodding at Rick, then turning to Jack. "Ello Rick. You're Jack, yes? Party seems to have got a bit wilder than you were expecting, I'd wager?

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"C'mon C'mon C'mon, Do I have to drag you there by your toes? It'll be a shame to have to ruin that handsome face of yours if I do." Milo laughed as he pulled a not-so interested Leon along behind him by his wrist. "I'm telling you. Lots of the academy students are going. I've never been to one of these before. I think it'll be a good way for us to get closer together. C'mon please? Just submit, I dare you!"

As they came to the "Chupa Cabra Carpet" he could feel his fingers shivering with excitement. And then he stopped, right in front of the door. He looked up at the sign that spelled out the name of the bar and he couldn't help, but feel... something. What... maybe, fear? Nervousness? He could feel his heart racing. Was it excitement? Either way nothing was going to stop him from going into that bar. He turned to look at his miester with a crazy smile, before pulling him into the doorway. People were everywhere as he scanned the crowded room. He notice people he recognized and people he didn't.

He wore a personal favorite outfit of his. Dark grey pinstripe vest with a light grey long sleeved dress shirt, pinstripe dress pants and matching dark grey dress shoes. Along with it he had slipped on a snazzy grey tie that had vertical stripes and a pinstripe fedora on his head. Everything was monochrome, making his eyes and hair stand out quite a bit. Oh, but he loved it this way. This way, people would stare at his face rather than his clothes, even though they looked quite nice, because his face would be the eye catcher.

Thinking back to the memory of how he and Leon were invited by one of those fan girls that cooed over Roc all the time, he could remember how quick he had been to accepting the invitation. Not because he wanted to really, but more because he could. It wasn't like it was everyday that he was invited to parties, especially ones that allowed him the opportunity to do some of the stuff that the assassins kept him away from. He probably wouldn't go anywhere near any of the girls, but trying the taste of alcohol would be the adventure of a life time. And whatever happened within those moment would happen and he would have no cares.

So, he pulled Leon up to the counter and let go of his wrist. Finally standing in front of the actual bar Milo hesitated. What should I get? What does everyone else get? Whats the best to get?

[btw, I still know nothing about this stuff, so I'm just going to act the way I would probably act if inside a bar. And truth be told, I would probably stand there trying to figure out what I should get and how to say it. >> Don't make fun of me please.]

[Leon Zephyr]

It had been another normal day for Leon and his weapon, classes had just ended and they were off to do their daily activities when a girl randomly came up to them and presented them with an invitation to some guy named Jack Zhao. Leon's first answer was, "No." But his weapon's first answer was Yes. Leon turned to his weapon and could practically see the excitement in his face. "Alright, just go without me." Unfortunately though that wasn't the case, instead of taking their separate ways, Milo actually dragged him down to the party. A place called ChupaCabra Carpet. Strangely this place was unfamiliar to Leon. Especially since he had lived inside of Death City for all his life. Then again, the club scene wasn't his forte.

Even so his Weapon dragged him along, even dragged him inside before finally letting go of his wrists. One smell and it was easy to tell the place reeked of alcohol. Da fuk were these people drinkin' for? No doubt nearly all of them were students, who were nowhere near the legal drinking age. Leon took a sigh, whelp, when in Rome. He followed his weapon to the bar, casually glancing over at his outfit. Formal indeed, doesn't he know it's rude to have hats on inside? Leon looked down at his own clothing.

The School provided a number of clothing selections, and one just so happened to be formal. Jet black pants, with a very visible seam down each pant leg. Shiny black shoes that clicked every time he took a step, a black coat pinstriped with dark grey. A pure white button up under shirt wrapped with a shiny black tie. Honestly, even to him, he looked good. The only thing setting off his suit from matching perfectly was his hair, although in the dim light did indeed look black as well so it wasn't all that bad.

Casually brushing his hair out of his eyes he looked over at his weapon. He couldn't help but laugh, his eyes practically shone with excitement, must have been his first time. Granted that clubs weren't his forte but occasionally he would tag along with his father, upbeat music, beautiful women in... seductive clothing to say the least. Guys completely drunk off their asses and trying to get with those beautiful women, rarely getting lucky. "Why don't you order something to drink?"

Leon wasn't a heavy drinker, but enjoyed having a drink with his father every now and then, you know he literally became one of the guys. After Milo's hesitation, he walked up to the bar sitting down at an empty stool, wiping away someone else's used glass. "Sake, no ice, dry. Can I get a bottle of water with that please?" Leon reached into his back pocket pulling out some money. God... if Lord Shinigami knew this what would he do? He laid the money down on the counter and the barman picked it up, taking out what the cost was before turning back around in order to give the customer his change.

He was greeted with a hand, "Naw, Keep it, use it for whatever my friend wants here." The man turned back around putting the rest of the money away, before getting to his order. Placing down a glass in front of him selecting a specific bottle before filling the glass half-way. A bottle of water being placed right next to it. "One more thing, do you have any cherries back there?" Quizzically blinking the man looked around finding a cherry used for more fruity drinks placing it inside the glass.

Pleased with his order, Leon picked up his glass, and the bottle of water, jumping off the stool. "Drink up." He said before uncapping his water bottle and pouring some into the sake diluting it before finally taking a shot from the glass itself.

[Eva Liu]

"Look Jack! Company. Stop looking so unhappy, you're killing the mood," the girl said, leaning into his ear as Rick approached the pair. The blue-nette addressed the cousins before the birthday boy had time to slip in a retalitory response, though he took the observation on Eva's state of dress as a consolation prize. "People wish they could afford me," she sassed back, flipping her meticulously curled hair. Eva nudged her cousin in the shoulder a few times. "See? Look how happy he is? Even came to tell you happy birthday, and you were complaining about this being totally impersonal. And look, someone else came to join in."

Jack remained too unethused for her liking, though he had the sense to cover up his surliness. He gave a detached nod towards Rick and Bran, and held his hand out to shake towards the both of them. "Thanks for coming, I'm glad you look like you're enjoying yourself. Yeah, this isn't exactly what I had in mind, but leave it to Eva to make things crazy." The dadao immediately butted in: "Oh! You say that like it's a bad thing! Doesn't he need to just wind down and let loose? Everyone's having fun. Ugh, there's too much testosterone in this one spot, that's gotta be fixed." She stretched out to look over the crowd, and snapped her fingers in the air loudly to call over a few of the waitresses. "They're getting paid to do something, so I better see the money well spent."

From somewhere within the crush of sweating bodies, several scandalously dressed women drew closer, giggling. "I can't believe it took this long to find you! You're obviously the most handsome one here, silly us," a redhead cooed. Her coworker, who wore a glittering corset top and short shorts that looked to be spray painted onto her skin, pushed the first girl aside to grab his arm. As another hostess linked her arm around his neck, the Chinese girl quickly stepped back out of the way so that she was now standing besides the two males. "Mmmm, happy birthday Mr. Zhao. Got any wishes you want me to fulfill?" "Don't be so greedy, you have to share! Tell me Mr. Zhao, and I can take care of anything for you." The unwilling center of attention only raised his eyebrows at the suggestive phrases being thrown at him. His cousin was trying to conceal her grin, though they both knew that he was acting icy not from a supposed terror of women, but from the suggestion that his game was so lacking that he needed to buy attention from them. He looked from side to side and regarded them cooly. The cooing, the purring, the heavy-handed "seductive" banter; it was all too much to even serve as an ego boost. "Ladies, please. There's only one of me. Don't those two over there look lonely? I don't like seeing my guests unattended to."

"Well then, if you say so." The woman slithered off his neck and sidled up to Rick. "What can I do you for? Drinking game?"

[Andrew Fischer]

Everyone last one of the colours, and all of the feels in the universe. Andrew walked around, and wasn't exactly sure where he was headed. What would his sweet Meister Mocha think if she saw him wandering around like this? Perhaps it wasn't an abnormal sight...He did sleep on the ground after all, and the ways he got there were even more strange. The excitement was getting to him, as he remembered exactly where he was going. Some girl from a fanclub, invited him to a birthday party a Chupa Cabra. That was pretty much all Andrew could work out, before he walked in, and his ears were ravaged by the beautiful music playing from the club. He began an awkward dance as he walked in, that involved various swinging motions. Perhaps his dancing was bad, but it didn't matter to him in this moment, he wasn't processing things the way that he usually would, and he may have done something very embarrassing if he wasn't distracted by something even worse than his dancing.

The creature that was standing there,radiating a deep scarlet colour...The colour of blood, and his menace was even worse than any bad...vacation that he had ever had. The Demon Weapon looked on at Bran, and silently wondered what someone like him was doing here.His form was twisting, and turning, and it was difficult for Andrew to make out his features, but it was definitely scarier that way. He wobbled over to the bar, and tried to pretend that it wasn't happening...A couple of people were there as well, but they were definitely not as scary as him. Perhaps Bran wouldn't see him...The creature would be even scarier up close.

The bartender didn't even question the freakishly tall boy, as he sat down, though the lack of a shirt definitely had him raise an eyebrow. Andrew couldn't control himself, and his eyes widened as he tried to focus on the bartender. The Weapon clicked his sandles together, and held onto the seat. Instead of asking Andrew if he wanted a drink, he just brought him some water...Thinking that the strange individual might need it...Or perhaps Andrew did ask for it. If that was the case, it was a moment from this night that he definitely wouldn't remember.

"Did ya know, that the more you buy from businesses that make their products over seas, the less money circulates through our economy...and then that only strengthens big business, and gives the gov'ment reason to increase taxes...It's not cool, man. Like...Why do dem corporations think that it's okay to do that? I'll tell you why...They don't think it's okay. Usin' cheap labor from countries that are sufferin', is the only way that they think they can make the most money...It's all politics, man. The world is just a big game to em, and there are people like us who-"

Andrew looked at the bartender, and then got really close to his ear. The man obviously was uncomfortable, and tried to move back...but Andrew was a very big person. Luckily he spit out whatever it was that he had to say, and then sat back down. As if he didn't want anyone who might be part of the system, finding out about what he just said.

"Can I have a shirley temple?"

The man responded with a "If you never do that again", but Andrew didn't really process it. The people sitting next to him seemed to be a tad out of place too...Were they students? Andrew didn't really care at this point...Though he remembered what he was here for. It was somebody's birthday, and he would have to find that person sooner or later...Even though he had no idea who it was.

"As I was saying...It's the gov'ment man..."

[tokoz]

Bran nodded, giving Jack a breif smile. He turned in the direction Eva pointed, and was met with a face full of a rather... endowed women. He immediately jumped back. His facial features are currently as red as his shirt, and he stammers, then quickly takes a gulp of whiskey. The glass now empty, he nods at the others, and beats a hasty retreat to the relative safety of the bar. He places the glass down, the ice cubes clinking, and as the bartender grabs a glass, he takes off his hat and runs a hand through his hair.

Down the bar, he notices Milo and Leon. He glances at the pair out if the corner of his eye, as he plants his hat back on his head. After the coffee shop, it was probably best to stay away. Leon might understand, but Milo would be drunk, likely, and both twice as annoying and with half the temper. He had to help Connor drag more than enough drunk bastards out to get a good idea what people were like when shitfaced. Before the vomiting and unconciousness phase, anyway.

As his drink is placed in front of him, the couple on his left move, leaving two empty seats between him and... Oh Fuck me. Andrew. The Demon Fishing Rod, hippy, pacifist, and someone who likely suspected Bran's secret. Granted, it hadn't even been one Bran had known about till recently, but even so. Staying away would be suspicous though. He paused, then turned on his chair, facing him. "'Ello Andrew. Suprised. Didn't think this was your type of thing."

[Rick Fader]

Rick grinned at Eva's sassy response. But before he could cram a response in, a familiar face approached them. It was none other than Bran, the demon spear who helped him pull his head out of his ass weeks ago. "Hey Bran!", greeted the Demon Chair, still grinning.

Jack addressed the two, telling them he was glad they came. He then mentioned Eva blowing it out of proportion. She then responded by mentioning how it wasn't a bad thing, and that Jack needed to relax. Rick didn't leave, instead watching the exchange in action.

That was when Eva brought on the girls. A bunch of hostesses came up to greet the birthday boy, all clad in skimpy clothing. Rick saw Bran's flushed expression, opting to down some whiskey and leave the scene. Meanwhile, Rick chuckled at Bran's reaction quietly, still not moving from his position.

However, Jack's next words caused Rick's eyes to widen. Now he was approached by one of the hostesses, moving away from Jack. She had offered him a drinking game before he could direct her to Bran. For a moment, the weapon thought about her offer. There was nothing like a good old fashioned drinking game with friends or a really burly guy. Surprisingly, Rick could hold his own despite his light weight. Jokingly, he'd blame his Irish and Russian heritage on his resilience to alcohol.

However, the club was too noisy for the Demon Chair's liking. Too many people around, the music was too loud, and not his kind of music. Not something he'd like to get wasted to. "No thank you, but those two gentlemen over there look like they need some company." , said the weapon, pointing over to Bran and Andrew. Rick's intention was to mess with Bran at this point.

[Eva Liu]

The twice-rebuffed hostess conspicuously rolled her eyes at the men who appeared to either be too shy or too proud to loosen up with her company. Of course, of course they were the kind who came here but insisted that they weren't the type to normally do this kind of thing. They never do have good excuses for why they found themselves in this establishment in the first place. She give a sidelong glance over at the next person she was being directed to: a boy who had scampered away from the group as soon as she and her coworkers had showed up. What was this, exactly? "I'm Just a Nice Guy" day where every male had something to prove?

"Actually," she said, leaving the statement unfinished as she crooked her index finger towards the other two women and nodded at the two even younger boys sitting at the bar. Now these were youth who were looking to be corrupted the proper way, not any of this wishy washy "I'll do this but not that" nonsense. She flashed a smooth smile at Emilio and Leon as the posse of females slowly approached them. If chatting up fifteen year olds was what it took to even make her shift bearable, so be it.

Elysia in the tight gold tube dress snuggled up to the half-pint red head. She put a hand on his upper arm, and lifted the fedora off his head with the other. "Wouldn't Mommy be disappointed if she knew where you were?" the woman purred into his ear. "You won't mind if we hang out here, will you? I'd like a drink too."

"Oo, are you together? Like a team? Who's the weapon and who's the meister?" another of the hostesses giggled. "How many souls did you eat already? Ahh, it's so amazing what that school trains people to do!"

The redhead with the short shorts zeroed in on Leon. "What's with that serious look? Aren't you here to have fun? Unless you don't know how to dance? I can show you if you want, it's super easy."

Eva stood huffing in irritation as the employees made the best of the night's strangely reluctant clientele. "Hey!" she said as she delivered an only half-playful punch to her cousin's arm. "Way to be a complete kill-joy. No one's trying to insult your 'manhood', ugh. That was so embarrassing. I even felt bad for them."

"Embarrassing? For them? I'm sorry feeling out of my element when I'm, you know, out of my element."

"Does the phrase 'YOLO' mean anything to you? Now look, a bunch of kids have a better sense of letting loose and than you do. Look at all that game, Jack. Just look at it. It's so embarrassing. Hey Rick," the girl said, turning her attention back to the blue-nette. "Your mission for the night, find this guy's sense of humor because I'm just losing any motivation to have fun the longer I'm around him. Can you believe this is the birthday boy?"

(OOC: By the way, just feel free to do whatever you want with the hostess NPCs.)

[Jin Johnson]

Party party! Jin walked through the streets of Death City casually. He held a small flier in his hands that were telling of a birthday party. He didn't know the birthday boy, but a few of the girls at Shibusen were handing the flyers out and one just-so-happened to find it's way to the meister's hands. Well. If it was a party he was invited to, it was a party he would go to. Might as well go all out right? The meister thought to himself, looking down to look over himself once more.

J.J. decided to go with a classic look. He didn't dress up often, so he decided to try and steal a bit of attention tonight. He wore a white zoot suite with black pin stripes. A white button down shirt, black satin tie, black dress shoes, and a black fedora with a white stripe completed his outfit. He was out for the kill, so to speak, tonight. His hair was allowed to fall loosely, at least what came out from under the hat was. He was almost disappointed that there weren't that many people out on the street at the time. He wouldn't have anyone to show off his out of the ordinary look to!

The meister strode up to the Cupa Cabra casually and flashed the doormen the flyer. The nodded and let him in and a grin was plastered to the young man's face. As he entered the night club, he was greeted by loud music. This caused his to shiver a little, resisting his urge to start dancing to the music. He put his right hand into his pocket as he walked around, trying to spot someone he might know or be able to talk to comfortably. After a few moments of searching without any results, the meister walked over to the bar.

Jin wasn't too popular around the school. Or rather, he didn't talk to many people. He was still pretty new so there were a lot of unfamiliar faces. As he got closer to the bar, he noticed a lot of the students with drinks. It was a shock to say the least. He was positive that many of the students weren't older than himself, but lo and behold they all were enjoying some beverages. Well far be it from me to be the kill joy! J.J.'s thought was shown on his face as the corners of his mouth turned upwards in an eager grin. He was going to wait a while, but a drink was calling his name. For now, he decided to lean against the bar and watch the events of the party, feel out the crowd a little.

[Leon Zephyr]

Leon's attention turned back to the raving party. It wasn't hard to tell that a lot of people here were drunk. And even so they continued to drink, well that outta be a fun day tomorrow. Wouldn't be surprising if over half the class was absent due to hang overs. Taking another shot from his glass of diluted sake, his eyes transferred over towards the door, every now and then it opening a closing with more and more people piling in. Just exactly how many people did those girls invite? Eventually there are going to be so many bodies in this place that nobody will be able to move without bumping into one another. Just how much of the building was being used by students?

Turning back towards the bar making sure that his weapon hadn't gone off somewhere with some girl he saw him. Only for a few seconds but he still saw him. Bran the demon weapon they had fought at DeathBuck's. Leon felt a slight shiver run down his back. It was probably best if they just left him alone, Shinigami knows how much alcohol he has in his system and how irritable he might be. Either way he didn't seem to acknowledge them so Leon was going to do the same and pretend that he didn't see him either.

His train of thought was unfortunately interrupted by a few girls who were in a lacking of clothing. The first one walked straight up to Milo and began teasing him, the meister smiled. What perfect blackmail to accuse Milo with. A second woman who had seem to have found the two began speaking triggering his attention on her. Asking about if they were a team and who was who. Then began asking how many souls they've gathered, and how she appreciated what the school taught it's students. "My name is Leon, I'm the Meister. Emilio is my weapon. We're still fairly new, but Emilio has eaten a single Kishin egg."

The woman simply giggled and clung to Milo's free arm. Leon snickered lightly, Ohh this was gonna be good. Bagging on him about this later. It's his fault he's the one that wanted to come here. Speaking of which... who were these ladies they were a bit old the be students. Although... again his train of thought was interrupted by another woman. This time zeroing in on him instead of Milo.

Leon stepped backwards surprised by her sudden appearance. Leon slowly examined her from head to toe. After of which he fully regretted. Just seeing her made his heartbeat speed up. His cheeks flushed a deep red what was this?! He was blushing! How much bullshit was this?! The alcohol it must be because of the alcohol...

She asked him about his serious look. Serious look what serious look? That he was here to have fun unless he didn't know how to dance. And that if he wanted her to she could show him.

Wait... what? So many questions... "Uhh..S..Sure?" Probably one of the worst mistakes in his life. If not worst one of the more embarrassing. The scandalously dressed woman grabbed him by the wrist pulling him along behind her, the sudden motion caused Leon to drop both the bottle of water and the half empty glass of sake. Causing the glass to shatter against the floor. The two traveled out into the middle of the dance where everything was wild and loud. Still quite unsure of what exactly was happening the woman started grinding against the young meister.

"It's about time someone spent some time with me, I was starting to get lonely." Leon's eyes opened wide and flushed an even deeper shade of red. Lonely?! Just exactly what did she mean by lonely? "Here just press your hands against my hips like this..." She once again grabbed his hands and pressed them against her hips. And just move like this... there you go now we're dancing." She said before giggling. Oh god.... what had Leon gotten himself into?

[Eva Liu]

No sooner had she just delegated the task of keeping Jack's mood from turning any more sour to Rick, than she spotted a wholly welcome presence that she found herself rather pleased for noticing. "Hey, make sure he does something vaguely exciting, yeah?" she said to Rick, before turning to her cousin. "Come on now, don't worry. If it was just a few people sneaking out, they'd definitely get caught, but what can they do when the whole school's here? Do something on a big enough scale and nobody will bother to mess with your fun, so chill out. If you want to stay mad the whole night, that's your thing, but I'm gonna go get me some fun." The girl patted his arm a few times and nudged him in the direction of the electric chair weapon. "Go on and do your whatever boy thing. I'll be around."

With that, she nearly skipped away from the party pooper, but quickly regained the fluid, practiced walk of confidence that only wearing heels could give as she neared the bar and the white-clad object of her attention. In their last significant interaction, she had been in an appalling state, but now the dishevelled and dehydrated Cinderella had been made over, and Eva had spared nol effort in decking herself out for the occasion. For all the lecturing she had given to her cousin, she wasn't about to show herself a hypocrite. Attempting to look as casual and aloof as possible, she herself next to J.J., who remained standing.

"Finally, someone who looks like they're serious about having some fun tonight," she said with her head turned slightly towards him. "I'd always thought that a school like this would have hard partiers, can't say that I'm disappointed to be proven right. Why aren't you out dancing too? Would've thought you'd be out there going nuts."

[Jin Johnson]

The smoothly dressed meister raised an eyebrow as he noticed a woman walking towards the bar. He thought he recognized her, but the distance proved to mislead him a bit into thinking that he didn't. Thanks to this notion, his eyes briefly continued to scan the crowd. Then he could feel the feel of dryness creep into his throat. He wanted, no, NEEDED a drink. As he turned, J.J. noticed the womanly figure sitting next to him. He had such great timing: it looked like she was about to start talking. He knew that she definitely looked familiar now.

As the woman spoke, J.J. put a name to the face! It was the demon dao that he met in the park. Eva Liu. That's it! He thought to himself, almost in a celebratory fashion. The meister grinned and removed his hat, setting it on the space of the bar between them and leaned his left elbow onto the bar. A chuckle left his lips as he looked back out to the crowd for a moment and then back to her.

"Yeah, well I didn't see anyone worth dancing with before. I can't ruin a good suit like this without the proper incentive you know?" Without being conscious of his gaze, the meister's eyes slowly moved towards the wall of liquor behind the bar. What would he drink? Would he even be able to get away with ordering a drink? Sure there was probably some other students indulging, but with his luck, he would be the one to be carded.

Snapping back to reality, the meister cleared his throat and shook his head slightly, looking back to the demon weapon in front of him. His smile returning as if it never left. His eyes quickly looked over the woman's attire and he would have applauded at how she dressed up, if he didn't want to look to foolish. "But what about YOU? You look like you're in your 'man-catcher' outfit," J.J. said with a laugh. He thought it was funny, "I'm surprised you're not fighting people off right now."

[Rick Fader]

Rick took a seat at the empty table, rubbing his temples. For some reason, the music in the building seemed to grind his gears more than it usually did. Maybe it was the slow shift in attitude he had been taking on. For the past few weeks, Rick had been focused on being able to fight more than having any kind of fun. His desire not to be left out of the field had consumed him.

'Maybe I should just get shitfaced. It would sure make this shit go by a lot better.', he thought to himself. It might help him loosen up, since he seemed to have forgotten. However, as he thought about what to drink, he heard the nearby exchange between Jack and Eva. Suddenly, the urge to punch Eva in the mouth came up with she mentioned that annoying phrase 'YOLO'. If there was anything that was effective in setting him off on rants, it was that stupid phrase.

But before he could do any of that, she shoved her cousin onto him. She told him that he should do something fun with the guy, and make sure he was in on it. "Um, sure...", he responded to Eva hesitantly.

Rick looked at the birthday boy. "So, what the fuck did you want to do on your birthday?", he asked Jack. Well, if Jack was going to do something fun, it might as well be on his own terms, right? If it was to blow this joint and do something else, Rick would happily entertain his request.