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An amicable silence fell between the cracks separating Lilith's form and the door. The moments ticked on by without much care and 'twas enough to possibly persuade any waiter that there was absolutely no one there. However, another moment cascaded on by and there was a screechy-scratchy noise at the bottom of the frame. This questionable noise was followed by a snort, an even more questionable tumble and a violent jerk of the entrance-exit open.

"Huh? Len, I ain't-" A hesitation. "Oh."

Mm, well, this was surely unexpected. Sorano, for once in his shabby life, had chosen not to venture off into town to drown his regrets in good ole' booze. No-, the terrible regret when he last got himself drunk was intoxicating enough to turn him away. He had fallen asleep upon his bed and it took Never to nudge him awake when the knock and scent weren't familiar. An embarrassing brush cornered the toppings of his ears as he realized he certainly wasn't suitable to greet pretty much anyone at the moment either; bare chested with a fly completely undone. Sorano was just manly glory with all manly glory sticking out at odd inclinations.

"Ah, hey, ums, Lili-" Even more unexpected was his sudden dive of his mouth to hers, connecting upon contact. He pulled away come his sudden stupidity but made conclusion with a pleasant though unnoticeable sigh. Ah, he missed that. "Oh, uh, hey. What'cha say?"

"Ah, right . . . right." The little term 'pathetic' was a giant uppercut to the groin, so he turned without protest into his room and searched for anything that smelled partially clean. Or was clean. Len was still doing his laundry even though they were both now Agents. Simple white tee and no, not sweatpants . . . simple white tee and jeans with an annoying little mustard stain to the right pocket was his casual attire. He swiftly made it to the entrance-exit, turning back for a brief moment to see if his Flareon wished to join him. The black flickering beads in the dark -- half lidded -- was enough to tell him no. The crease of his bottom lip curled over like a wave and he descended into the cacophonous depths of TRHQ. Down, down, down into the garages, that is where he was told to go.

Lennyka waited patiently, arms folded over neatly under the curve of her bosom as she stared absently to pesky little things that bothered her. Hephaestus squealed a, "Epigtay!" in curious pig Latin, rearing his trainer to carry on the rides. It wasn't going to happen.

[Inigo]

The older man chuckled deeply at the other Trainee's enthusiasm.
"Tyron" He said. "can call me Jerome though, s'what I go by, or TJ" He added with another shrug "Whatever one ya want."

Folding his hands over his chest again, glancing over at the kid with a raised eyebrow.
It still surprised him with what kind of people he saw in Team Rocket... this guy looked like one of those innocent school boy types that Jerome used to beat up on in High School.
"Party is a good place to do that."

[Jerome]

He completely missed the raised eyebrow and what could be interpreted as a skeptical look at his behavior, and he nodded. "Jerome?" Interesting. Any of the three names sounded appropriate, but if he normally went by Jerome, it'd probably be a good idea to call him that rather than anything else. "Nice to meet you, man. You been here long?" He asked, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he walked, his fingers drifting over the pokeballs in his left pocket. Would they run into anyone else soon? He certainly hoped so, he still wasn't entirely sure if they were going in the right direction...

"And here I thought Frosty-chan was stubborn about his cracked ribs. Really, are all of you so hard-headed when it comes to your weaknesses?" He smirked at her as she took his arm for a moment. "It's not as though you're robots. You can't simply tell yourself you won't let it hinder you and then expect your body to follow suite. Otherwise you wouldn't be in the state you're in."

With a sigh, he made a mental note and continued forward, arm linked with the female agent. "Let's be going, then. I hope you like singing, because there won't be much else to do besides that and drinking while I'm with my client."

[Inigo]

"Naw" He replied "bout... a week" He admitted, the corner of his lip tweaking up a little, He didn't really know for sure how long he was laying in the hospital bed.
He hasn't been able to much of anything, even though he was recently told he would be put into more of the training programs... the one he could do anyway.

He glanced around as well when the boy voiced doubt about where they were going.
Though it wasn't long before Jerome noticed other people heading in a direction, and just like the boy had guessed, it lead right into a garage filled with vehicles.
A dark blond women was standing at the passenger side door with an Umbreon next to her, a puffy white haired women in the passenger seat.

[To anyone looking for a ride.]

Hand on her hips, the ring of keys dangling from one of her fingers, Faleen looked out over the groups that were coming in.
She had picked one of the SUV's to help fit more people if they needed a ride.

"I'm about to head out" She called to the people in the garage "If anyone needs a ride come get in now."
She gave a people time to come get into the SUV, sliding in herself after letting Umbreon hop into the middle seat.
Buckling herself in the glanced over at Nyx with a little grin, she knew Nyx wasn't going to enjoy this ride at all.

Once her car was full, she pulled out with her group and headed to where this party was supposed to be.

"There we go! See? That wasn't so hard, was it?" He grinned. "I feel like I know you better already." Inclining his head toward her, the man studied her stoic expression. "Can't the act of telling both me and yourself that they won't hinder you be considered a certain type of disregard?" he whispered. Making no further comment on the matter, though, Izaya pulled open the door to allow Aila through. It wasn't only weaknesses he suspected she chose to ignore. Maybe she simply wasn't used to identifying certain emotions of her own, but the agent's apparent lack of expression for particular things irritated the trainee.

For example, she had yet to make a proper reaction to any of his teases or flirtations, whether positive or negative. And she was a teenager, wasn't she? What teenager, most notably a female one, was as emotionless as her? She had to be hiding her thoughts. Perhaps she was simply very well trained, or maybe her upbringing as a noble aided her in her professional attitude as an agent. Whatever the case, he still couldn't read her much at all, and it bothered him.

"You say that," he began, "But in the case you've never been in a bar before, let me give you warning. You - a lovely young girl on her own - will be seen as vulnerable to any lustful young man stupid enough to judge you by appearances alone. If one such man happens to walk up to you and start a discussion, what will you do?" He paused to allow her some time to think about it. "There's the chance he could offer to buy you a drink. Even if you say no, young men - especially drunk, horny ones - can be particularly persistent. It would be difficult to bring out pokemon or a weapon of any kind without drawing even more attention to yourself. So," he finished, meeting her pink gaze, "how would you handle that situation?"

((EDIT: Since people are already in the up-scale karaoke bar, just giving some visuals about how it might be portrayed: [1] [2] [3] Feel free to mention any furniture or anything else you don't see in these pictures if you think it would fit in!))

No sooner did Faleen stop the vehicle, moving to turn down the music they had been listening to on the way, than the passenger side door opened and Nyx was suddenly done, grinning softly, she turned the keys to cut the engine, and was about to turn to open the door when it was suddenly opened for her.
Blinking, Faleen looked around to see one of the new faces in the car having opened it for he.
"Oh, thank you." She said pleasantly, though sounded a bit surprised. unbuckling herself and slipping out of the car, followed by her Umbreon.
"Inigo, was it?"

Once everyone was out of the car, and she locked it up the Agent walked patiently into the bar with the scattered group, lifting her head to scan the aria, easily spotting Nyx at one of the tables.
Wow, its been a while since she was in a place like this, It was one of the higher end places in the aria, though she's never heard of it, or been there.

Already she recognized many faced in here from Rockets in the HQ, and as more walked in she suspected they would soon outnumber the faces that they did not recognize.

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Jerome was far, far less upright about this, and clearly looked the less nicely dressed out of everyone, this fact didn't seem to bother him at all though, as he meandered into the bar with the rest of the group he had been with and glanced around.
Damn, high end place, he was... kinda amazed he wasn't being kicked out right now, though he suspected that might happen eventually.