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She could have argued that point - she was aware of what would and wouldn't hinder her because of experience rather than speculation - but it was a discussion that could have carried on for hours with yield from neither side, so she let it drop. How she addressed her weaknesses was a personal matter anyway.

Unaware of his annoyance with her lack of response, she offered a quiet thanks for the open door and glanced around momentarily. Much nicer than the traditional image of a bar, she noted, but the sudden hypothetical scenario distracted her from more fully absorbing the scenery. She tilted her head slightly, her expression suggesting that that was an obvious answer. "I'm fairly good at ignoring unpleasant people. I'm even better at dodging physical advances." She wasn't particularly strong, but she prided herself on her nimble reflexes. "You needn't worry about me, if that's what you're implying. Find your client." That said, she moved away with a nod to dismiss herself, gravitating toward a seat in an unpopulated area. As she moved, she noted the number of faces she recognized... A strange coincidence, though she had known stranger.

With a mischievous smile, Izaya nodded and bowed like a gentleman as the agent left him. Despite Aila's apathy toward his words, he was pleased to be lucky enough to have a chance to slip away so easily. Allowing himself to disappear among the throng of growing people, he left his escort to mingle with the crowd, imagining that she would soon discover the true nature of their gathering here.

So many guests were already arriving! It seemed they had made it just in time. Walking over to one of the bar tenders, the informant asked how the man was doing and explained the nature of the party that was about to take place. He requested the use of a few of the TVs, mics, and karaoke machines, to which the man happily obliged. It was good to know they would be receiving a lot of customers this evening. Thanking him, Orihara settled at the counter, observing the people as they entered; non-Rockets and Rockets alike. Hopefully Aila would be too distracted with her current addressee to notice him idly watching close by. Maybe that was all she needed to get a little flustered...someone more her age.

"You didn't?" This was clearly a surprise to him, as evidenced by his tone and raised eyebrows. "I thought everybody did," or at least a bunch of people had, judging from how many had accumulated in the garage beforehand and were slowly trickling in now. Huh, that was weird. "I got an email about it from whoever set it up. Name was.. ...uhh.. Something weird I can't really remember, I don't know who it was, but I think a lot of people got it." But then why would he, a new trainee, receive the email but not Aila? "Anyway, whose your uh," escort, junior members - what.. "Uh, whoever it is you came here with, are they waiting for someone from the party or something?" As far as he knew, the only people from the base that were there tonight were there because of the party that had been arranged beforehand. What other reason could there be?

"Izaya?" He repeated with a frown. It certainly was a weird name to be sure, though for some reason he had a nagging feeling it was one he should remember... Ah, she didn't get the invite. "Sorry," he said reflexively, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand in what was obviously a sheepish habit. Not that her not receiving an invitation was his fault in the least, of course. "A client? For what?" He couldn't help but wonder what this guy did before being recruited to Team Rocket if he had clients.. wait. "Why would he meet them in a bar?" That was... rather odd, like his name..... wait. Waaait a second. "Ah," he said finally, expression clearing, "I thought I recognized that name, it was the one on the emails." But why would he set up a party and want to meet with a client at the same time? That didn't make any sense.

Well if the client didn't say, then that couldn't be helped, especially if.. wait what? "What do you mean?" Tricked? Aila? Who would... oh, was it the Izaya guy? Did he even have a client? ...from the sounds of it, probably not. Crap. "Going back where?" He asked, not sure what to make of her chilly countenance and how fast it had changed. He also wasn't sure what she meant, but he certainly hoped she wasn't leaving - which was evident in his own expression because him hiding anything was like trying to hide a full-sized Rhyperior in an open field in broad daylight, or in other words, pretty much impossible.

Jerome managed to find himself a bottle of beer, and a random wall to lean against, eyes narrowed softly at the groups in the bar, but he didn't seem to be looking at anything in particular.

Casually swigging away at his beer, ignoring any look he might have been getting from usual party goers.
He recognized very few in this bar, mostly just the ones he drive here with. One face he did pick out after a lengthy solitude, a man by the counter, the guy from the hospital room Jerome had been healing in.

"Hn"
Pushing himself off the wall, he easily made his way over to Izaya. propping his elbows on the counter as he leaned on it, drink still in hand.
"An look at ya all dressed up and slicked out, Furs."

Completely oblivious to anyone who might be watching, Inigo watched Aila with an obviously confused expression. "But you just got here," he reminded her, one eyebrow raising a bit over its twin. Why would she leave so soon? Well, the thought of being tricked wasn't pleasant in the least, so that was probably it... But since she was already here, why didn't she just stick around and try to enjoy herself anyway? "Why don't you stay for a while and try to have fun? You're already here anyway," he suggested with a small shrug. He didn't realize how much he wanted her to stay even when she had every intention of leaving.