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Hey, sorry! Been experiencing some burnout and am only doing like one rp at a time now. Will get a reply in when my mind isnt fuckywucky.

Ryoko was not really suggesting anything negative about Dalton's motives, the point the drunk woman was trying to make was just that it was boring to waste time talking about other sorts of business here. It was frustrating to see them begin to wander off. That was another thing, there was a fine line to tread here. It was not right to be too pushy, to do anything someone else found uncomfortable, but true privacy as not easy to get here. More of an issue with a bigger crowd. But even with a small crowd it you could not be too surprised if someone at least followed you. Waiting to see what happened, looking for an opening. The other gi

It is only a very very loose plan. She's going to do what she is going to do, and will see what happens.

Sorry, I know you had plans to try to stop them, but I was worried leaving too much of a window of opportunity to keep them locked there might have caused things to hang up longer, so needed to make that little push. ^^ Also, drat, I should have @'d Chiyako in the other thread too. >.<

I'll throw up a little post, in the main bar, mostly Ryoko thinking to herself, maybe/maybe not a little with Dai. Then see if she chooses to follow after you two both move (Gard has already posted there).

[OoC: Continued from here] === It was a night and day difference to Dalton... Probably to Evi too. Once the pair ascended the stairs and navigated the halls, the thumping music almost felt like a distant afterthought. Having just come from one bar, he didn't think of trying to bring her to the larger one, even if that one would have given food... The fact that girls were actively dancing over there probably would have been distracting enough for him, and he didn't come up here just to think dirty thoughts about whatever business Evi had with him. The smaller bar was fine for now, especially because it was less populated due to lacki

The drunk girl was stzrtinf to get boisterous, it seemed, and even started intruding on his and Evi's conversation. Dalton quirked his brow and looked past Evi toward Ryoko, shaking his head. "Getting a little deep in your cups there, I think, I was kind of talking to my companion for the evening here..." He trailed off, feeling just a hint of awkwardness in the moment as she seemed to be... Accusing him of recruiting? He wished he could make good money doing something like that, but as it was, law enforcement wasn't a super-lucrative occupation. It still allowed him to occasionally treat himself, like tonight, but it wasn't something he coul

Aight, bet. : p But yeah, don't want to let me working the week keep making Chiyako wait for a reply, so gonna have to give their moment a bit of a jumpstart to get them moving again.

Might have to shake off Ryoko (not saying she is going to successfully stick to them long term, but she might not just watch them walk away either).

Hm, still nothing from Lero? Alrighty... I'll get rolling on a reply soonish, probably shift Dalton and Evi to the upstairs portion of the Club.

Ryoko stumbled off her stool. But quickly got her footing back. She could handle being this drunk. She was not going to fall, or get sick. She had her destination in mind. She knew where they were going. Good place for quiet, at least until the crowd got bigger. She slowly made her way up. Too late to hear Evi’s explanation, which would have made her more at ease. But she still had another reason for being here. And she hoped to succeed. They did choose the main bar, fair enough. She made her way up the rest of the way. But how to be less suspicious? Granted she might not be able to get away with, especially while drunk.

Ah. Much better. Soft thin fingers gripped securely against Dalton's hand as he led the two away from what was probably the loudest part of the club, or at least what she hoped would be the loudest part. Music still existed, however now one could actually hold a conversation at a normal volume. For someone with enhanced hearing it was a very much appreciated shift. Here she might even manage to avoid a headache! Well, one not caused by alcohol anyhow. When Dalton settled down into a seat Evi followed, sitting up on her knees in a spot next to the man. Their hands finally separated, her own moving down to smooth out her clothes. They

How much did she really know? Umi thought that was an interesting question, but more Jumi and Mitsuko’s business than hers. After they were done with today’s research it might be quite awhile before she saw them again. So she would not be the one to push for more definitive answers. Jumi did not judge anything that was said, would also wait to see if they found anything in library before asking too much more about anything Shinigami might know. She would not push for how willing Shinigami was with her ‘mother’ or the implications of the two of them doing that sort of thing. It did bring of more questions about her potential ‘father’

She seemed to enjoy his touch to her chest, so he let his fingers linger for a few minutes But eventually they started to drift downwards. Whilst they did, he leaned forward to nuzzle aside her silvery hair and lapped at her nape with the tip of his tongue.

Midna still has no idea about the subterfuge and the curse the ors deliberately put on her through the item, so for now she is just trying to comprehend what is going on this instant, as her mind is clouded from the stench around her and the sudden and heavy influx of arousal that takes her body and head. The busty imp pants and grunts deep and fast and hard, as she listens, but the clear trickery and intended grooming goes over her head from how foggy she is by now."Ahhhh....must have beenn....nghhh...cursed it seems. Can you....mmmmmmm....help me get rid of it?", she manages to ask before her focus is soon fully centered around what looks t

Guilty. It's Wristcutters: A Love Story. I love this movie, and I've yet to meet anyone in passing who had heard of it before I bring it up—but I also feel like 'art house' is also one of those terms that's a moving target, (and I'm shy and don't talk to a lot of people) so who knows? The next person has a story about 'the one that got away'.

Guilty. Would you like a list? Yes? Gladly. Commando, Split Second, The Blood of Heroes (Salute of the Juggerfor those of you outside the US), Blind Fury - there are a lot of Rutger Hauer films in here... the entire Hellraiser series of films after the first one. Caligula.. Need I continue? Next poster has an obscure art house film they recommend to anyone who will listen.

Shinigami still felt a little enjoyment in how they were trying to figure out things. With a small grin, she took the moment that Mitsuko dried her to relax from it as she replied, "Playing by human rules, you did not consider that she might be using that name as a way to hide her real one...". She felt a little proud to make this a game of sort, whether she knew the answer or not. Being the one who was closest to the girl in question for a time, there was something odd about humans not really knowing about her more. Maybe there was a reason behind it. What more could she even tell them? More about herself or what she may have liked? Shinigam

Feels funny. Feels nice. Ayers bath nice. As the tingly heat spread up along the little wolf's body her eyes gradually slid shut and ears flopped listlessly to each side of her head. Between hot breaths and hushed gasps the occasional yip or moan escaped from her. Toes curled and hips eventually settled into a slow rolling motion. Any issues she had previously with the strange bubbles all but melted away. When Ayer's large hands grasped upon Miu's chest she arched her back and pressed into it. The rolling of her hips deepened and claws gripped tightly at the edges of the tub. Her body twitched when fingers focused upon her nipples,

Feline ears perked up when talk of the pool led to unexpected results. The red remained plastered across her face. People screwed around in the pool, and apparently someone had made it their sole mission in life to impregnate said pool. "I did not bring a suit" she mumbled, more to herself. It wasn't as though she knew that they had a pool. Of course it was obvious that people generally went in naked. "Either way, dirty pool? I shall pass on that." A swim does sound kind of nice though. How long has it been since I did that? Of my own accord, I mean. That's a shame. Unless I did it before people dirtied it, but then I would be going in n