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Riyo had managed to stumble back over to the stage for assignment, glass half-empty (or half-full if you're an optimist) by the time she was in front of her superiors. "Oh geez, a tattoo..." The girl mumbled, then looked to her glass and chugged the other half of the concoction. With that out of the way, she rolled up her sleeve ever so slightly as she listened to the banter, an ample amount of scars decorating her pale skin. Yes, finesse. Of course, a cat. "Oh no, I'd expected something like a mongoose or a honey badger. Hey, that reminds me. Have you guys seen that v-" her rambling immediately halted as the laser did its work. "That's quite painful." Though she acted more as if such a thing was a mind blowing revelation. "Huh." And yet, so empowering. If she wasn't drunk, Riyo might worry that she was becoming a bit of a masochist.

And then it was just an inebriated walk back to the bar for her.

There was a sudden intrusion on the situation from the stage. He didn’t hear a name. But these seemed like important people. He got up trying to make himself at least look presentable. Associates? Well, hopefully that meant they were officially cleared to be there, without any more grabbing. They looked rather like leaders… at least the reactions indicated that.

“It’s… it’s ok.” He shuffled his bag, patting it down to check to make sure nothing was broken. At least they were getting a doctor over here for the girls. It looked like the newest arrival had an injuriy too. His next priority would have to be letting her know that it was a “portal malfunction”. In case they were asked later. But she, was in very close proximity of Roar, who he did not want to be too near at the moment. It seemed the new people wanted the giant’s attention. But… was she flirting with him? Well that would make their lives easier, but she really had taken the whole kingdom collapsing thing in stride. He tried to make eye contact with her and convey the message that he needed to talk to her soon.

What was up with the Tattoos? He had never heard of them, it looked like they had walked in on some sort of gang initiation. He had heard something about those, but never seen one himself, and his father had never mentioned tattoos being involved. Maybe they were or maybe it was a new thing? Vegas was known for that. And was that a tiger? He edged back to Olivia, who still seemed a little woozy. He would deal with the newcomer in a minute. He glance around wondering if more would make their way through the portal.

Melvin grumbled as he rubbed his wrist, pouting as he looked at it. "A rabbit." He mumbled.

"What's wrong with a rabbit?" Saliva said, turning her wrist this way and that and holding her bracelets back to get a good look at it. "Rabbits are quick and hard to catch."

"Really, because I have a few in my lab." He said, looking over at her.

"You're not a guinea pig." She huffed, to which he just pouted more.

"I wonder how that would have looked like as a tattoo." He said as she lead him over to the bar. "It hurts."

"We'll get some ice and put it on your wrist." She moved to the bartender and requested some ice in a bag wrapped in a towel. As he did this, she noticed the two burly men getting all steamed over something. Taking a moment to check the size of their biceps, she moved over.

"Hey now. I know war is starting, but you should save your bloodlust for them." She said, regarding both of them. My, My. She already knew about Rep and his tastes, but big boy over there she didn't know.

Jerry froze in place at the bar when his name was suddenly called, his stomach twisting. Was he in trouble? Had he left any loose ends that last run? Oh god oh god oh god- his wobbling, bourbon-hampered walk was straightened out by the thick hand of his partner, freshly arrived Silvers still in tow as both stumbled up to the stage.

"Figured you'd know what t'do with them, Boss." Roar was still blushing from the fact "ROGER!" had been called out across the crowd.

B0nez said his peace. Harrison clarified.

Jerry's face had gone white. He hardly noticed the machine being pressed up to his arm. "I... you..."

"Thank you, Boss!" Roar translated for him. By the smell of the singed man, he had left him alone at the bar just a bit too long.

Overcome with emotion, and the tattoo-gun thankfully finished, Jerry suddenly lurched forward, arms suddenly thrown around Harrison in alcoholic glee, "Oh, thank you! Thank you-"

Roar wrenched him back again before any more damage could be done. "Does that mean his debts is paid?"

A promotion?? Jerry's face had contorted from the gloomy droop he had been sporting most of the evening to a sudden bright, sparkling hope. A team... a whole team the things they could accomplish, could plant, could rip through-

Roar gave him a firm punch to the elbow in hopes he would stop crying.

It was one thing to gain the title from harrison. It meant much, that a weight was lifted off Jing's shoulders. The debt that amassed was erased.

Ying's motorcycle (and her potential boob job) was paid and forgotten. He wanted to sigh in relief and flop bonelessly to the floor. It didn't take much longer for the cogs to turn and figure out what the words truly meant.

Now he was indebted to the Watch, it and their 'family'. "Thank you, boss" the words came out naturally, the dealer wasn't even sure he said it at first.

It almost made him feel bad for planning to turn his back on them one the timing was right and his sister was safe away from their grasp. "I'll be the most cunning fox you'll ever see." he promised the man before heading off to mingle with the other guests.

His grin was set and there was a sway in his step. He knew that one day, he was going to have to thank the mob boss personally for his new identity.

RIght now, the only thing he wanted to do was find his dear Ying. "Curse you for being so short." he swore and began to push his way carefully through the crowd. "Excuse me, let me pass, if you please."

It was very easy for Rep to go from furious to a sort of emotional overload, too many people intervening on one of his tantrums often sent him off the edge into a place where there was too much input, too many various irritations to deal with. Too much rage, it bordered on panic. When Jordan placed a hand on his arm, he let go of G as if the order had been mandatory rather than gentle suggestion. He rarely disobeyed Jordan's requests, it was never worth it.

"Think what you want." Rep hissed. "You'll know when you've ******** earned my respect or when you've been found wanting. Trusting people you don't even know is how you end up dead."

Saliva got an irritable look. "Don't tell me what to do. You should be ******** watching your little rat. Tell him if he ******** drugged my tiger I'm going to hurt him. A whole ******** lot."

Melvin perked up from where he was putting a bag of ice on his wrist when Rep mentioning drugging his tiger and killing him. "I could have poisoned it instead." Melvin mumbled under his breath to the bartender, who looked wide-eyed at the very thought of pissing off the red-head.

Saliva glanced to Melvin and back to him. "That rat makes a lot of profit for Harrison. I'm sure you doing anything to him would get you in more trouble than some dead tiger." She didn't see why he cared considering he was wearing a tiger right now. "You touch him, I kill you. Bosses orders." She was here to protect Melvin after all.

To G, she just smiled. "Ma'am?" She smiled at being called Ma'am.

Jerry was to drunk and happy] to feel the sting of the tattoo, mostly lifted by the general invigoration of the whole deal as he tripped his way down from the stage, practically skipping ahead of Roar and nearly tripping on where Mass had flopped.

"Oh my god KITTY I got... I got a PROMOTION!" He beamed to the drugged animal, which apparently seemed like a good idea to grope his large white fluffy face.

Roar sighed, gripping his temples.