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Sammy was now doubled over holding her knees laughing as the other guy moved over to lick Nuk's neck.

Po gave a nod to the doctor and looked back to the new man Candace had brought along to the bar. Her friend...right. She actually smirked, glancing Candace's way and giving a little shake of her head in the woman's direction before she turned back to the young man. "Candace's rule is nothing comes without a price. What do you have to offer?" Po even took out the phone to prove she had the phone in question.

Candace was grinning as the girl complimented her dress. "I only buy the best. You're welcome, Miss." Ha, she liked this. The girl thought they were nice.

Perfect.

"Everyone here is like family--" She caught sight of two people kissing and..licking Nuk from earlier, actually pausing to just stare before she cleared her throat and turned back to the girl. "Very..close family, apparently. We take care of our own." And there went that woman singing. Very drunk. "And apparently some of us like to have a good time..." Chuckling, Candace made herself comfortable on a stood beside the girl. This wouldn't be hard at all, she was easy prey.

The leopard had been a very good choice, Harrison.

"So you're sure you don't remember what happened?" Candace purred, putting a hand on the girl's shoulder. "You can tell me. I just want to help. And perhaps I can put a good word in for you to Harrison."

The winged guy was going off to find a phone, the other girl was going off with the other girl. The other big guy that had approached them in interest seemed to have wandered off as well. That left her all alone with the confusing Doctor that she couldn't figure out if they were a man or a woman. Sounded a bit more like a man, and he spoke in a weird language...

"I hit my head," Olivia said very simply and childishly. She was going along with what... what's his face mentioned, but it was still all together true and she finally pulled her hand away from her temple to show the man the welt that was growing there (no blood at least). There were a few other scrapes and bruises on her persons, but for now... they didn't seem as important.

"Oh, darling," Taima cooed at B0nez as she offered up her hand, "it's almost as if you know me." She felt a genuine respect for the hand at the side of their king, more for him than for the king himself. It was his foundation that laid the groundwork for her operations to build upon, after all. Without his work behind the scenes, who's to say Harrison would even be in power now?

Taima winced at the sting of the laser, but allowed the procedure to continue until she, too, was just as marked as those who had come before her. One of them. It was almost laughable. She, who had always prided herself on her complete independence, was now undeniably part of the flock. The idea would take some getting used to--as would this regrettably remarkable tattoo. For one who operated so covertly to bear so memorable a mark would be undeniably dangerous.

That was fine. Life was starting to get a little stale around the edges, and they might all be dead in a week anyway.

Taima rubbed at the mark as she withdrew her hand, looking over her shoulder at the Silvers B0nez was referring to. "They seem to be well taken care of," she said, "but I'll keep my eye on them, see what happens." Such a promise held a different kind of significance coming from her. She turned away from the throne and headed to the bar, watching with interest at the rest of the proceedings and the antics of the others in the room. By the time she had finished her first drink, she had learned a number of interesting things.

The king was undeniably doing both his queen and his advisor, putting truth to the whispered rumors.

The shirtless man-tiger-who-knows-what guy was buried so far deep in the closet he probably had a summer home in Narnia.

The Silvers, judging by the state they arrived in and their almost confused manner, weren't here on purpose.

...And the incredibly drunk woman down the bar from her really, really couldn't sing.

Rep took his time. Meetings drained him, they always did, so many people in such close quarters. With all his emotions turned up to eleven it ended up being too many waves of anger and indignation, a knot of tension and emotions that built and built until he couldn't handle it any longer.

Freeing up a hand by propping B0nez with his knee, he turned the key in the elevator to go up to the penthouse floor. The thick clear walls of the elevator shaft overlooked the strip and he held B0nez to him, looking out on the rows of forever dazzling lights and screens as they went up. It was nice, just to see it all, it always brought back nostalgia of the first time he'd seen it like this, like something from a movie. B0nez stirred a little and drew his attention back.The guy was always so finicky about contact, when he was asleep was the only time he could get this near, he didn't grudge it, he'd been the same for a long time.

It took a bit to get to the top, there were a lot of floors between the casino and the penthouse, but when he stepped out it was into home. Plush expensive luxury surrounded him here too, along with shadows of memories of the months, years spent here, paired with the dim sad feeling that all of this could be about to slip through their fingers. It made him want to fight even ******** harder than he had before, to keep this place, this perfect point of happiness on a lifetime that to date had fluctuated more wildly than a wave.

Prying B0nez off of him gently, he placed him on the absurdly large bed and stole his shoes - Jordan would pitch a fit about shoes on the bed otherwise - and threw a blanket over him. He stood back with a fond little grin, he felt better having B0nez somewhere safe. "Sweet dreams dude." he said quietly and slunk back out.

When he arrived back at the meeting, it was with a much calmer, more mellow air about him.

It was anyone's guess how long that might last.

Hm. Po eyed the coins, picking one of them up with a thoughtful hum. They'd do. "You're lucky I'm more interested in money." She held the phone out for him to take.

...What exactly was she watching?

It seemed that many of the people there had had much more to drink than she had. At the moment, she had just barely finished nursing her first drink, turning around to request another one quickly to the bartender before turning her focus back to everything else that was going on. That poor drug dealer over there looked like he was about to become a dirty kind of midnight snack.

And was that woman singing? Serafina sunk into her stool a tad, deciding that the last thing she needed to do was get involved with that. While she had freely associated herself with The Boss, now--the marking on her wrist made that much obvious--the last thing she needed to do was do anything that might get her surrounded by nosy pundits or irritating extremist media outlets. Senator Arai, drunk and singing on stage! Senator Arai, stripping on stage! Senator Arai, joining in the kissing and licking of strange criminal men! Yes, that was just what she needed.

She would align herself to this family, this family that meant more than anything else, but she could certainly not partake in such extreme shenanigans. Perhaps there was something else she could do, instead? Eyes lifted from her cup over to where the Silver Kingdom entrants were standing. Was Candace attempting to get them to talk? It was a good question; what exactly were they doing there?

She had pondered it before, but if other people were prodding, perhaps there was more truth to her curious thoughts than she suspected.

Taking the new drink (which she, of course, exchanged for the standard price) from the bartender, she headed a bit closer to the arrivals of the Silver Kingdom, observing and attempting to mine some of her own observations from their behaviors. They seemed a bit frazzled, at best. Portal malfunction? Didn't sound good. What could cause that?.

"I did. get over it, it's just alcohol." Jing stated with a shrug. But it did give him great joy seeing the reaction on horror and watching the Shifter Nuk's shoulder blades roll back and he could swear that the shiver down his spine was visible. It was delicious

There was still a bit left on his lips as he brushed it off with the back of his hand, buzzed from the impromptu mini shot. "Lighten up, I've seen you do worse." he countered, boldly and left the man in the dust with nothing but the feel on a wet appendage on him and the scent of his cologne in the air.

But sweet ying, it was ironic that she had the same plan as he, it brought a warmth to his smile that they truly were twins, they almost shared a mind. "You had the same idea as me, didn't you." he nodded, realizing that she was just as worried about him.

Left and right indeed, Boss Harrison.

"listen, we are going to find a way, somehow. we have no choice now, we have to survive." he continued, patting her on the shoulder and putting on the best brother grin he had. "We'll make it." he assured her again.

The worries of having to bury his only sister before her time plagued him far sooner than he ever wished, not even the booze could keept it away.