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Tenosuke wandered around the corner to see a bar. He had finsihed his bottle of bourbon and was ready for round 2. This bar had quite the number of bouncers however, and, in his already partially drunken state, he wondered if he would be let in.

He decided to play it cool and just walk right in.

Not being stopped or questioned Tenosuke entered the bar. He was immediately faced with a man holding a gun at another man.

"Pardon me gents," Tenosuke said as he made his way towards the bar counter.

Rogue looked down at the traitor, her eyes beginning to glow again as she searched the vampire's aura for her sincerity. In atonement for a vampire's betrayal, they are subject to death, or being bitten as a sign of humiliation. The act would make Circe's mind completely open to Rogue as she would need to almost drink the vampire completely dry, and latch on mentally.

Circe knew there would be a price, and in the aristocraticness of the vampire society, she had to pay.

"Are you willing to atone for your betrayal, traitor?" She looked down to Circe as she begged to be spared a chance.

Circe bowed her head to the floor, "Yes M'lady" she said slowly her eyes wanting to switch over to red. She knew Rogue could see her aura as is glew faintly in a soft blue, as she glaced back up at Rogue. She still held Zeig's shin in her right hand her grip loosening though.

Excellent! Tenosuke appraised his own skill at avoiding situations like this. Yet at the same time it had been awhile since he had been in any kind of fight, and his muscles were itching to snatch a stilleto and ram it into the rude man's belly.

He stopped himself however. The idea of more liquor was much more satisfying.

He wandered across the bar, skirting the dance floor. Tenosuke was a horrible dancer and the thought of dancing made him queesy.

He took a seat at the bar, ordering a glass of scotch, and purchasing another bottle of bourbon. Then he turned to watch the festivities.

Zeig Lowered himself down to one knee. He reached down with one hand a grabbed Circe's hand. His other hand still held the gun up at Asmo.

Tenosuke noticed a woman with fabulous red hair and green eyes sit down a little ways from him at the bar. Being the gentleman that he is he naturally ordered her a second of whatever she was having and had the bartender delive it to her.

Having already consumed the scotch and parts of the bourbon bottle he was feeling very happy on the inside. He pulled out a stilletto and began to flip it through the air, waiting till the last moment then using his intense speed to catch it right before it burried itself into his leg.

Most human eyes would not have been able to even percieve Tenosuke's hand move, and would just assume that he was some sort of magician doing a dancing dager trick.

Having just been smiled at by the woman, Tenosuke almost forgot to snatch his dagger out of the air before it sliced though his flesh. He quickly caught it and put it back into its hidden sheath.

He took a long draught from his bourbon bottle, debating whether or not to go sit next to the red-haired woman. He still wanted to see what was going to happen to the man with the gun and his blue-haired friend.

Bah, its not even that interesting anyways.

He stood up, using the bar as a handrail to steady himself as he made his way towards the red-haired woman. He plopped down two seats away, leaving a comfortable distance between them.

"So, what brings a fine european such as yourself to New York? If you don't mind my asking," he said with a slight drunken slur.

"Hey now! First off, I'm not that drunk...yet. And secondly, I believe I asked you first. But, being the gentleman that I am I will answer your question. The name is Tenosuke, but you may call me Teno for short, if it so pleases you, everyone else does."

Tenosuke took another swig of the bourbon, letting the alcohol warm his insides.