Yori nodded slightly, watching Rune nervously as he gazed out the dirty front window. "Thanks...but I'm not really hungry..." She turned in the direction of the bathroom and noted that the shower had been turned off, revealing the giggling and murmuring that was emanating from behind the door. "Do you think Hiroshi will be back soon?" she wondered idly aloud, curling a lock of hair about one finger. She heard Rune snort, almost dismissively, and then heard him turn around. The look on his face changed from annoyance to shame and then to worry, as he took her question into deeper meaning. "I mean, he's just been...gone...a while, you know..." Yori stood carefully, backing away from Rune and into the kitchen. She felt her cheeks grow hot, and could only imagine how guilty she looked. And then she had an idea.If he goes chasing after that bitch, then he won't be around to interfere with me and the weapon. I'll only have that vampire to contend with, and that shouldn't be too difficult at all.

Yori threw herself down on her knees, summoning tears to her eyes. "I'm sorry! She told me not to tell you where she had gone, and she had a big gun! I got scared, right?!" She saw Rune tilt his head, his face unreadable, and she turned up the waterworks. "I...*sniffle*....didn't want...*sob*...to get...*sniffle sniffle*..in trouble..." She wiped her nose dramatically, her lower lip quivering. "She said she was gonna go find him..."

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Taka stayed secluded along the back wall of the bar long enough to assess the situation. The patrons were mostly drunks and working stiff, hoping to forget their cares and perhaps get laid, and they mostly looked the part. She noted the direction of the bathroom, and decided that Hiroshi was likely hiding in there. "Little bitch," she commented quietly. A white haired figure seated at the bar caught her attention, and Taka began to slowly make her way toward him. He was too well dressed for the place, and his skin looked too soft to mark him as part of the working class. And then there was the pet dragon. "You must be Dante," she said under her breath. There was a nervous looking girl in an impossibly short skirt seated at the bar as well, and Taka fervently hoped this night would end up being fun.

She seated herself two stools away from Dante and knocked on the bartop to get the tender's attention. "Gimme an ashtray," she demanded, taking her cigarettes from a pocket on her belt. She lit one cigarette and turned her head after inhaling, blowing the smoke in Dante's direction. Yes, this was going to be very fun indeed. If Hiroshi didn't show himself before she could start a fight, that was.