((Alright....catch up time))
Kiro shook his head lightly at Sophie when she mentioned the suit.
"Oh, don't worry about it. The thing was built to withstand damage. Still...that took a bit more than I expected."
Listening to her other question, he shifted his eyes at Ella for a moment. Sophie would tell still that Kiro had a bit of welt accompanied with a dry, bloody handprint on his face.
"Everyone's okay," he said, not going into detail.
Koru cut his teeth angrily as Patrice stormed out. He pocketed the remaining funds that were left on the table and made a mental note to find Cambria at a later time. He realized that Tessa was greeting a guest. He took that moment to sit down on the couch in the lounge, sighing, rubbing his forehead in frustration.
The black panther had moved into the kitchen. It would likely surprise Iara, but Hikaru would recognize her sister, walking over to her.
"C'mon, Andrea," she said. "I don't like what I'm feelin'. Help me with this ice cream, kay? Then we can eat."
Butterflies surrounded the panther, blending out the image of the panther. When the butterflies dissipated, Andrea was standing there, tilting her head at Hikaru.
"You didn't know what happened outside?" she asked in a childish, but more mature tone. Hikaru shook her head, but it seemed like she didn't want to talk to it. Andrea didn't add anything to her statement and simply smiled, helping her sister unload the ice cream. She didn't think to say anything to Iara just yet.
The bartender sighed gruffly, cleaning the counter in front of him.
"Lady, you look new here. I just don't like seein' tourists get bled for somethin' stupid. Plenty of that already happens in this bar as it is from the locals."
The pimp seemed to hesitate for just a moment, but was still rather hostile. At this point, the hooded figure stood up quick, stepping between the hooker and her manager. It seemed they were exchanging harsh words, at which point the pimp drew a knife on the hooded man. The man responded by moving remarkably quick for someone so drunk, grabbing his wrist and twisting it violently, shocking and putting the pimp in a bad twist, pain wracked on his face. Unusual to hurt such a big guy with such a simple move and so quickly at that.
"Hey hey HEY!!! Take that $#!* outside, god dammit!!!" the bartender snapped.
The hooded man had pushed the pimp back, stumbling out of the bar with a bottle in his other hand. But this wasn't over. Infuriated, the pimp stormed out, ready to continue this, while the hooker was left behind, looking around a little confused, following suit a minute or two later.