Koru narrowed his eyes at Patrice's statement.
"The man who's from your planet," he said.
He looked back at Tessa, and the panther who was standing next to her now. "Why don't you and Andrea go back to the kitchen. I expect Hikaru's back there too, and she's probably very worried. I can take of this here myself..."
The panther stood up and nudged Tessa's leg, purring deeply for a moment to give acknowledgment and to have her walk with the panther. As they left, Koru looked back at Patrice.
"Now you listen here, and you listen good," he said. "All that has been happening as of late is trouble after trouble, and I am in NO mood for one of my guests to start inciting ANYTHING in this hotel. This place is protected."
He stepped forward, showing no sign of fear. He was pissed more than anything. "You...are no longer welcome in this hotel. You have one of two options. You can either remove yourself from these grounds, or I can remove you myself, and believe me when I say that is *NOT*...an option you want to choose..."
Kiro quirked his head over at Sophie, looking relieved. He stood up quickly and walked over to her.
"Oh good, you've recovered," he said. "I was hoping that would help speed things up. How're your wounds?"
Hikaru had brought back the tray of ice cream selections to the kitchen. She was still distracted by the senses that went off in her head, but instead, she kept near Iara for the time being.
The bartender had raised his eyebrow at the first selection that Keno requested. Probably something he never heard of before. But a dirty martini...that he could do. He proceeded to his work, while on the other side of the bar, something was beginning to stir.
A rather less than modestly dressed woman had slinked her way to the hooded stranger, giving a sly smile, words being spoken between them. It was obvious she was a street walker. The hooded figure appeared to turn down her proposition...a bit unusual for someone that intoxicated judging from the number of glasses next to him. She continued to press her advance a bit until a considerably larger, hulking man pulled her back roughly by the arm. It would be presumed the man was her 'manager', and things weren't going well. A swift backhand was delivered. This drew the attention of the hooded figure, who turned and had spoken something, earning the attention of the larger man.
Meanwhile, Keno's drink was made and being poured for her. He sighed lightly, adding a statement.
"Lady, take my advice. Don't interfere. People here'll stab you for the smallest thing...and sometimes that's better than the other options."
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