Milena smirked seductively at Shou, turning off the shower faucet and taking a towel from the nearby rack. "Yes, I know," she purred, drying herself. "You are quite talented as well." She winked and leaned over to him, nibbling slightly on his neck, and exited the shower. Outside in the living room she could hear whining and a low, threatening growl, and she rolled her eyes. "For being the right hand of doom, she certainly is crass." She wrapped the towel around herself and opened the bathroom door, leaning on the doorjamb. "Rune, darling, you don't always have to threaten people. Sometimes just talking to them works quite well."

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Taka glanced sidelong at the girl who had started to address her, taking a slow drag off her cigarette. She narrowed her eyes as she appraised her, looking her up and down. The girl was ridiculously nervous, and Taka sensed her mind was a storm of confusion and worry. "Whatcha lookin' at?" she glowered threateningly, baring her teeth.

Hiroshi peeked from the door of the bathroom, hoping Dante had left. What he saw, however, made his jaw nearly drop to the floor. Taka was seated right next to the prince, slowly sucking on a cigarette and growling at the girl named Kit. He whined inwardly, wondering if he could try and sneak out of the bar before anyone noticed, but he figured Taka would probably kill him for it. His heart pounding, Hiroshi quickly made his way from the bathroom hallway to the bar. "Erm...Taka...we should go--"

"What the fuck took you so long, you little twerp? Do you gotta go hide every time you get nervous? Fucking hell, I should be getting paid for babysitting your ass."

Hiroshi winced, playing with the hem of his shirt. "I'm sorry, Milena said to--"

"I don't give a flying rat's ass what Milena said, you got more sense than that. C'mon, let's get out of here before you wet yourself." Taka grabbed Hiroshi's arm, stood, and faceplanted into a rather large immortal who had just approached the bar for a drink. "What the fuck you think you're doing? Outa my way!"

The immortal laughed, poking her hard on the forehead. "-You're- in -my- way, little girl. Move yourself."

Taka felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up, and she gripped Hiroshi's arm harder as he tried to wriggle away to safety. "You made two mistakes there, bucko. One, you touched me. Two, you insulted me."

"Yah? Whadya gonna do about it?"

In one deft movement Taka had her gun from its holster and in her hand, its barrel resting idly against the immortal's chest. "I'm gonna make you cry." Her finger moved just enough to pull the trigger, and the resounding blast shook the still air of the bar. Her victim flew backward into a wall and several other patrons, landing limply on the ground.

Hiroshi began to cry.