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"Rep," Jordan said. "Why don't you come back to the bar? We'll get you a fresh drink." A slight edge of irritation had crept into his tone, and Saliva got a warning look.

Candace had approached Harrison alongside Roar and the three visitors, looking surprised to hear Jerry and Roar's names called so soon. And then her own. She turned to B0nez and Harrison with excited curiosity. What kind of power would he be bestowing upon her? Po stood at her side, a hand against her lower back and her attention on the two men. The shorter woman practically lit with joy at the compliments, keeping her composure with a very practiced poker face. Oh, Harrison.

Heh, promotion written all over her. Like hell would she let someone take her position. She smirked. "Of course, sir." The warning caught her by surprise though. It...somehow seemed like concern for her. Harrison really did care about her, huh? Her smirk softened to a warm smile, one she didn't reveal often. Not genuinely, anyway. "I'll be careful."

Candace unclipped her wrap to let Harrison get at her shoulder, barely even flinching on the outside from the sting of the tattoo. She'd never received one before, and Candace wasn't one to show pain easily. This was not going to be an exception to her rule, aside from the way she squeezed Po's hand it was as if Candace had merely been tapped on the shoulder. "Thank you, Harrison." She said when it was over, turning around to face the man and adjusting her wrap so it properly sat on her shoulders again. She leaned forward to press a kiss against his cheek. "I won't disappoint you." Candace promised quietly, patting Harrison's shoulder before she walked away with Po. The bonus to her paycheck was certainly amazing, but the trust Harrison was putting in her was somehow more rewarding.

His name might as well have been "Heel"as he waved a hand dismissively in the direction of Melvin and Saliva and stalked back to the bar to sit near Jordan.

The Boss began to call people up, Serafina observed, looking over to see them moving around up there. Perhaps it was made more obvious by the fact that one of the first people they called up was her current conversation partner. She nodded as he walked away, moving to return to her drink. Dealing with The Boss was important, after all, and if he was chosen--no doubt for the incredible amount of innocent loyalty he seemed to possess--he would want to go see what The Boss had in mind for him.

But then she was called up to join them. Not at all surprised, a smirk edged the corner of her lips before she headed up to the stage, the sashay that accompanied present as ever. Still, she seemed to make herself formal enough when she arrived, standing almost as if she was ready to swear in. When asked to offer her hand, she did so easily, pushing it in the direction of B0nez for him to do as he may, even if it hurt.

"Pleasure to working with you, sir," in this situation, she knew who The Boss was, and for the moment ... it wasn't her. That power would return when she left the casino.

So, for now, she bowed her head in respect as the gun was moved towards her wrist, burning the insignia of the Blue Kingdom and Her Own onto her wrist.

The Komodo Dragon.

Mm. She liked the association, the smile on her face more outright friendly than genial as she turned to look back up, looking into the eyes of the men who had just bestowed on her this new rank. "I have a feeling that our good relationship shall continue beyond next week." Affirming their victory boldly, Serafina bowed her bead, before stepping back and away to provide more privacy to those he further called up.

From what she observed, there seemed to be many like her, and even those with ranks above her. Those were people she would have to keep in good alignment with, too. If anything were to happen, she would want to be in a position to step up and take over ... or help, of course. Thinking for herself was something she had always done, but there was more at stake here. This didn't seem to be just about if her blood kept pumping in her veins.

The burning on her hand reminded her that she was part of something else, something greater than she. She was granted power and a position in The Family beyond the information she provided before, and now ... perhaps she had more to provide, a greater stake to place. It seemed like a fair assessment. Likely something those of the Silver Kingdom wouldn't understand, so busy wandering to other places and learning about them. How could one ever remain loyal to one people when they had learned so much about all of these others, having ideas in their head and perhaps forming their own on what an ideal Kingdom would look like? She knew there were former people of the Silver Kingdom within their own kingdom--she had talked to one or two in her position as a senator--and perhaps that just further proved that.

Still, she wouldn't turn a blind eye. That one Silver Kingdom woman looked rather injured. And if they were truly there to learn and be ambassadors as they always had been, perhaps there were ways to take advantage.

For now, she would observe and sip at her glass.

"Jordan Miller and Ferros," B0nez said, more out of officiation than anything. The pronouncing of names was important, especially with the transaction that was about to take place. "Like Harrison said, our smartest. We're...going to bind you together. Like us. This is...the biggest job we'll have, so," B0nez looked awkward, "Everybody will have to listen to you. Even us, in case- we're about to make a n00b move or something, and plus we can't be out there with you, so, you're going to have to make calls. But....we know you'll do your best....and the other Kingdoms, if they see you're an officer-"

He looked nervously at the Silver Kingdom members,

"We'll give you powers to protect yourself, okay?"

Harrison had reminded oddly quiet, but once Jordan took a seat, gently brushed the hair back from his ear, and cleaned the space of skin at the base. When the hair fell again, it wouldn't be visible. The tattoo was discreet.

"Play it smart out there, huh?" Harrison didn't say come back, because the Voice had made it clear. His best. Tributes. But if they won, he got a question, a wish, any wish, and the Voice had to make it come true, no matter what...

He squeezed the trigger on the tattoo gun.

It had been a long night, and he looked a little more pale and haggard once the tattoo was complete, but motioned for Ferros to sit down as well, and repeated the work.

Written into their skin, carefully carved and intricately detailed, was a firey dragon, jaws open and claws outstretched. Centered above the eye was a small symbol, unusual for an Advisor, but distinctive to them. A triangle.

Harrison took Jordan's hand as he gave him the pill bottle, thumbing the ring there for only a moment.

Then he let go.

Jordan: (Advisor) Fire Dragon
Ferros: (Advisor) Fire Dragon

The crowd was still to thick and ying was frankly too small to spot. "I'm going to put a tracer in her purse or something someday." he muttered aloud and gave up the search.

They would find each other eventually. and the girl was going to get such a nagging when that time came. It still riled him up to hear her joining up with them. The rage brought color to his face as he stalked his way back to the bar where everyone seemed to be congregating with a scowl.

"I need something stronger than water."

Sammy watched the events continue to unfold, Ferros and Jordan where called away leaving Sammy to sit alone at the bar for but a moment. When Rep was called she was torn between smirking and rolling her eyes. Not really out of disgust of disapproval but it was clear most of what she had said earlier was very much true.

Regardless of what Tracey and Rep had to say about it, the Boss had favorites, favorites that could have likely taken down half the room if they so chose to do so. Still she did pass a curious look at Jerry, the awkward guy creating little fire tricks? Harrison had that much faith in him? She couldn't help but let her eyes linger on Jerry just a bit longer.

Better still though was the look she gave to another person in the crowd, a certain shape shifter. Dull enough to fade into the background and always slide by. For a moment she had to wonder, was Jerry better then Nuk at hiding in plain sight by being so blatantly awful? She didn't dare dwell on what that question could lead too, best to not find out unless they where given a need to know.

Instead she got up from the bar walking over to Nuk crossing her arms under her chest as she planted herself right in-front of him. "We both come to the same meeting, the same party, and neither of us have said hi yet. You know I almost think you don't like me anymore Nuk. Almost hurt's my feelings." She smirked just a bit at that, Nuk had never really hurt her feelings in any way other then being an old friend she had known growing up that often dropped off the face of the earth.

"And a bigger question." She prodded him in the chest with a single finger exposing the glowing wolverine on her hand, "Since when did you enjoy making out with the Bosses best man?" She kept the last part toned down a bit, no need to have Rep over hear that.