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A familiar, and yet long absent presence appeared outside the doors of the Orion. It stayed out there for a bit, before the left door of the Club swung inwards from the crisp night air. A black gloved hand was pressed flat against the heavy wood, holding it aside as the rest of the figure stepped inside. Caine stood in the doorway for a moment, looking like anything but his normal self.

Not clad in his normal dark pants and tanktop, the Saiya-jin warrior looks altogether different. Tonight he is wearing a grey uniform tailored just for him. Long sleeves, with a button at each cuff, and a high neckline nearly up to his chin. The jacket folded left over right, and was fastened by long narrow clasps down to the bottom hem. His pants were a darker grey, slack, but not baggy around his waist, allowing for his tail to swing freely from underneath the end of the coat. The bottom of these were tucked into the top of his knee-high boots, polished black with a metallic silver tip on the toes. Around his waist was a wide black belt over the jacket itself, with some compartments to hold items. There were matching black bands on the sleeves of his jacket just above the elbow, and on his left forearm was a shining sliver armlet that fit snuggly over the sleeve. Emblazened on the left breast of his jacket was the symbol for the Wesley Black Forcesat the end of a blank metallic, retangular badge.

About the only thing that wasn't standard uniform issue was his black bandana across the top of his dual colored eyes. It wasn't the ratty thing he had worn for so long, but a new one, that likely wouldn't last long either.His black hair was a wild as always, a large piece covering his left golden eye slightly as the rest pointed off in random directions.

As he stepped further inside the Club's main room, Caine held the left door open, turning back and looking through them, waiting for someone else to come through.

Caine returned the nod to Taliman before letting the door swing shut on it's own. It closed with a heavy thud, though the Saiya-jin paid no attention. He was headed in the direction of the bar, his polished black boots clicking lightly against the hardwood floors. Unlike most Saiya-jin, the General tended to keep his tail loose, letting the furry brown appendage hang out from under the grey jacket.

Unlike his usual approach, he walked behind the bar instead of hopping over the counter. A dramatic change when one was in uniform with their leader as company. The General reached for two glasses, before turning and facing the Orinian Fox.

"Vodka, Sir?"

Caine himself was going to have some whiskey, but it would be insulting not to offer a drink to his Emperor first. Some might be suprised to see Caine acting in such a manner, instead of his bottle-drinking-trouble-causing normal self.