Maru stopped and turned."yes?"He saw the man holding his notebook. His red eyes narrowed.
__________________ I'm supposed to be the soldier who never blows his composure
Even though I hold the weight of the whole world on my shoulders
I am never supposed to show it, my crew ain't supposed to know it
I'd never drag them in battles that I can handle unless I absolutely have to
I'm supposed to set an example
I need to be the leader, my crew looks for me to guide 'em
If some shit ever just pop off, I'm supposed to be beside 'em
"Show off." she said with a smile finishing her Long Island and ordering another. She took a glance at her watch, and wondered if it would be safe for a cigarette right now. She flinched and looked back at Zakryu with a small smile. "You know, the Boss has been up my a/ss lately." she said grabbing the new Long Island and swiveling around in her bar stool. "WHat is it that you do Zakryu?" she asked curiously, pulling out a cigarette.
The bartender gave her a look, but when Cobain looked back at him the barteneder looked quickly away. She would sneak a cigarette in the club every once in a while. Only Guests aka customers can smoke in Martini Girls Underground Club, employees went to the alley. SHe placed the cigarette in her mouth and lit it, her green hues setting back onto Zakryu.
Red was practicing his martial arts and his Katanas in a room made for him in the Facility of B.L.A.C.K.(the name of the company). He was just doing the normal routine breaking cement blocks with his bare hands, cutting steel with his blades and meditating. He remembers an gun he left to a friend for some customization and decides to go out tonight. He takes his black leather coat, red glasses and heads to the garage were he has his own personal motorcycle with a deadly black color and "DEATH" written on the side. He rides out to the bright city his helmet covering his face. After a few minutes he ends up in the city were lights were bright and people were noisy. Red didn't like going to the city for he hates the noise and was uncomfortable in large crowds thats why he likes to stay in the facility most of the time but tonight was an exception for he had to get his newly customized 9mm handgun at his friends gun-shop. His friend worked for the company and was the only gunsmith he could trust to make his desired requirements for his gun. The gun-shop comes into view and he parks right in front and for only a minute or 2 he comes out with a package and quickly hides it in his jacket. With haste he drives off but spots a familiar club he went to a couple of times for a drink and decides to go inside for a nice rlaxing drink. Going inside he immediately walks to the bar and asks for a beer. Red sits down as he waits then notices two people. A man with a white trench and a woman with eyes that looked deadly but this didn't mattered to him much and begins to drink his beer.
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Zakryu quietly passed a glance towards the man that had taken up sitting at the bar as well. Noting Cobain's question he quietly spoke up. His voice gave off a soft asian tone almost always sounding annoyed. "That's a good question." He would hiss at the cigarette turning his gaze from it. "Cigarette's ruin one's looks. Though, you seem to keep looking beautiful." He would sigh some simply ordering the only drink he bothered with. A white russian would suit him simply every time. Placing the drink to his lips he kept his eyes at half lid looking almost like he was asleep.
Youko blinked a few times before responding. "Well, miss lungs of steel do you know what happens when a person's oxygen is cut off for too long? I doubt you are going to be able too handle the hell you are about to go through at the caves. Even if you are miss insomniac sleep is good for everyo--" Her eyes would narrow as Oogeki had fallen asleep and began drooling on her shoulder. Eyebrow twitching she would push him back using her fan still talking. "Yuck..Like I said, get some sleep or i'll just cut your air supply off." Her eyebrow raised as she saw Amarick wince and hide her hand. "Oh? What's this now..? How's your hand Amarick hm?"
"Thanks I try." she said eying the same man as Zakryu did. Her eyes would move to the one way mirror above the club. Her boss would still be watching, he was always watching, like her. Her eyes scanned now around the room, checking up on things. She flicked her cigarette and took another sip of her beverage. "White Russian. Classy." she said with a smile.
Zakryu was preoccupied thinking quietly to himself. It had almost been four months sense he had gotten the slightest hint on the murderers. Fingers quietly thrumming the glass his jade optics would still be in his own world as he heard the comment. "....I'll drink whatever comes off as good."
Cobain nodded and put her cigareete out, she re glossed her lips in red and stood to her feet. She placed a hand on Zakryu shoulder and smiled, "Dont have too much fun." she said and walked doown the small steps towards the dancing area.
Zakryu finished his drink as he felt the hand on his shoulder. Right hand twitching due to reflex he relaxed knowing full and well Cobain wasn't an enemy. Setting the glass down with a clink he turned slightly examining the crowd. Not a solitary..wait..Zakryu traced a particular man heading towards the dance floor as well with a lady. A normal occurence yet Zakryu's stomach was wrenching slightly as he stared at the man. It wasn't his looks it was the tattoo along the man's neck that got his attention. A gecko, he couldn't tell that well from here as he rose from the bar. Making his way down the steps it looked as though he were merely following Cobain to the dance area.
Cobain stopped to talk to a security card. She explained to him to keep watch on the bar, and take anyone thats out of there mind drunk out. She ran her fingers in her hair and spotted Zakryu.
"WHat is he up too." she whispered folding her arms.
Red sips away as he notices the woman and the white trench man walking away. Red doesn't really care about them or their business but when he came in the bar he sensed something in the two......something dangerous. Red takes a deep breath then continues his drinking and tries not to think of anything else.
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Cobain then dissapeared into the gambling room. Men and woman huddled around tables, spending there money. Rarely anyone would win big, and thats just the way Cobain liked it. So did her boss.
Her Boss was now by the Martini Girl, who was a beautiful big chested redhead who served Martini's with no top on. The Boss had always fancied her. Cobain walked over and gave the girl a look, and off she went to serve.
"Your barely in this room." she said to him crossing her arms.
"Well, I figured since youre to busy flirting with Zakryu, and not doing your rounds.. I would." her boss said with a smile, as he stuck a cuban cigar in his mouth. "Now, you leave Zakryu alone, he's a good guest in this house." he said pointing at her with his smokey cigar.
"Sir, I wasn't trying to get him in bed." she said rolling her eyes, grabbing some cracker's and cheese off a tray and jamming it into her mouth. "What does he do Boss?" she asked with the crackers in her mouth.
Her boss looked at her and shook his head. "Thats confidental. Now get to work."
The man with the tattoo on his neck had disappeared with the woman he was with. Left in the middle of the dance floor he watched a few girls try and get him to dance. Shrugging them off with a simple "I don't dance." He turned his back on the dance floor heading towards one of the many rooms in the club. It just happened to be the gambling room as he passed the Martini girl. Zakryu didn't bother looking at her large chest simply content on talking to the owner.
Cobain walked off to great the guests, as her Boss stodd back and stood by the buffett, his martini in hand. He would turn to see Zakryu and smiled, with his cigar in mouth. "Zakryu! How you been." he said with big open arms.
Cobain wondered from table to table, with ear pointing in Boss and Zakryu's direction.
::Jacope X leaves the bar drunk. Even thoguh hes 15, hes still looks older. He flies up a building tearing stil depressed about tanyas death thanks to codac::
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