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Junsu flashed a grin that would best be described as teasing. "Nah, my girlfriend knows you though. She told me what you're name was. To be honest, I've never been here before." he said, gesturing with his head towards Jae, his hair brushing over his face as he did so.

Noticing the raevan's hair, Jun gave a short laugh, noting their similar hair colors, "Nice hair." Suddenly, he remembered why he was there in the first place, "Oh, right, money, drinks." He dug around in his pocket, pulling out some bills and placing them on the counter, "Say, who's this Lazarus guy in the booth next to you anyways? Is he another Raevan too?"

Rivener had frowned at the other's familiar tone. He knew he was supposed to behave, but all this socializing would quickly get on his nerves. To boot, this man says that his GIRLFRIEND is the one who knew Rivener? That just made things worse! Ugh, girls!

At least the man had the sense to compliment Riv's hair. After irritating the scorpion so, it was probably a good idea. Rivener suddenly smirked, wondering if anyone had yet realized that putting the poisonous Raevan in charge of drinks was a BAD idea. If he got too irritated, he would accidentally spill a drop of poison in someone's drink, and...

Riv blinked blankly at Jun for a moment before snapping his head around to look at the other booth. "Lazarus?!" he breathed to himself, amazed.

Yep, there he was, in all his glory! Right next to him this whole time! Rivener's mouth hung open in shock. The ice cube he'd picked up to place in a glass slipped out of his grasp, bringing him back to reality, and he cleared his throat, turning his attention back to Jun.

"Oh, uhm, *cough*. Y-yes, he's a Raevan too. He's older than all of us, more developed... He's Dr Kyou's own Raevan, the first one." Rambling, you're rambling, shut up... "Anyway, that'll be two dollars for the water... With ice?"

Riv's reaction to Lazarus' name was....interesting to watch. Junsu felt a strange feeling, as though he had just avoided a potentially bad situation. Leaving the bills on the counter and grabbing the drinks, he nodded slightly and raised a hand in acknowledgment. "Hey, it was cool meeting you. I'll probably see you around." He said, with a friendly wink.

Ebony's nose twitched like that of a rabbit, yet it wasn't to be cute as she was getting a bit irritated that she hadn't been answered yet. "Hmmm..." She pushed passed more flower arrangements to find no one. A deeply frustrated sigh left her then as she moved back out of the flowers, "Great...guess I'll have to come back later then..." She'd really been looking forward to seeing if she could get some seeds or something from this booth.

Stepping a few feet from the booth, those light gray eyes surveyed the area once again for something of interest.

Bard stood on the side of the street, a sheet of colourful paper in his hand that no doubt held the information of some shin-dig or other on the other side of town. "What do you think Fangs?" the man asked to the invisible space beside him, or perhaps the little ball of black fluff upon his shoulder which remained silent to the question. Bard sighed and gave a nod as he looked along the road that seemed to be completely deserted. Did he really feel comfortable with this? Well, clearly the answer was yes, but who didn't get a bit of stage fright before a big show? No one, that's who.

At least that's how the prep-talk went in the head of the purple haired, black horned man that itched at the back of his calf with one un-shoed foot. The shuffling continued as the man watched with green eyes from a distance, debating between his nerves and his deep desire to attend the event. He usually felt better when there were other people involved that he knew, but there wasn't even one. There wasn't even one friend that he had managed to convince to join him. Except Fangs. But Fangs didn't count because Fangs never left the man's side.

"Let's do this," Bard finally said with a huff, squaring his shoulders and sticking his hand out, thumbs up as far as the man could get it. Hitch-hicking might be dangerous, but how else was a man supposed to get from place to place?

"Hello, can I help you, sir?" Eiry turned to the man he had neglected and he grinned brightly. Turning to him, he tried to strike his best salesman look ... Which meant floating higher in the air and striking a very Peter Pan-esque pose.

Isi rolled his eyes again and straightened up in the chair, "Welcome to the Merchandise booth, Rebuild Lab 305, what can we do for you?"

******** ******** ********!! He was late! Why was he always so ******** late?! It was bad enough he had to work unpaid overtime to finish a spackling project! We`rika still hadn't finished changing into his suit, even in the car. He paid a lotta money for the suit so he damn well had better look dashing. And mainly for Chloe. The thought of her just made the man giddy as he adjusted his tie in the visor mirror of his car, swerving left and right down the street and giving him the excuse to ignore pedestrians that dared to walk in front of his car. They would wait their turns!

He was making a rude jester to a civilian along the sidewalk when he passed another looking for a ride. He punched it into reverse, not even bothering to look if there was a car behind him, and gawked out the window. Was he a prostitute? Well if he was, he was the most unskanky-STD-ridden thing he'd ever seen. The Huichol was glad Sevilin had gone earlier to the festival without him. Smiling like a jackal, We`rika leaned out of his beat up car.

"Wha'chu lookin' for tonigh'?" It was a safe question that could go more than one way. Hopefully the man wasn't a cop in disguise.