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Oh, Kris make this, Kris do that, Kris where was the… Kris wasn’t exactly happy to be pushed around all the time like he was a slave. While everyone else got to mingle around with the customers, Kris was stuck in the back doing all the real work. It wasn’t fair it just wasn’t fair! It was all because Hatmon decided to get all in a huff and PMS at him until he accepted to work for her. What a twisted way to treat the one who had hired her in the first place. She still needed his money, she would learn.

Like clockwork Hatmon had been constantly checking on him to access his progress with the creation of more cakes. During one of her visits he ran out of an important ingredient that was being kept in the bar area. Vika had been away for a while, strangely, but Kris didn’t think she’d mind if he helped himself. After several minutes of convincing Hatmon that he wouldn’t do anything stupid, she let him leave the kitchen to retrieve the ingredient and to quickly walk around the floor and chat with customers. Kris naturally had other plans, so that when he crossed into the bar area, he transformed into Hatmon.

Even if her got mad at her occasionally, or often depending on how you interpret things, the manakete had to admit that her form was a… pleasant one. Kris hummed softly as he reached across the bar to grab one of the bottles that contained what he desired before departing from the otherwise empty bar and onto the main floor. The light jingle of the bells attached to the door swam over his ears, bringing his attention towards the attention out of curiosity. Well, if it wasn’t Loch, a regular at the club. He sure gave Kris an idea…

“Good morning to you as well, Loch,” Kris said with a pleasant tone, when Loch approached him, thinking he was Hatmon. Not wanting to worry about breaking the bottle, Kris gently set the glass object onto one of the unoccupied tables before returning his attention to Loch. “I’m doing fairly well, but you see, I have a bit of a problem…” He took a step towards Loch. “You see, it’s awfully hot in here…” Another step. “Loch, I think that you’re the cause,” as the final word left his lips he quickly closed the gap between them. His arms wrapped around the heron’s neck as he pushed his body, or rather Hatmon’s body, against Loch’s own and pressed his lips against his sealing them in a kiss. The sudden motion sent the two of them falling right onto the table Sue, Fire Dragon, Roy, Ninian, Melethia, Fa, Ellhaym had occupied instantly interrupting whatever was going on and turning their attention to the pair.

Goddamn it, the sink handle was stuck again. It wasn't enough that the sink in his own room was broken, the sink down here on the ground level had to be, too! All he wanted to do was brush his teeth. Was that so much to ask?

Grumbling, he shoved the toothbrush into a corner of his mouth as he tried to use both hands to twist the handle into a position that wouldn't spew unnecessary water from the faucet. It was stuck. But he could feel it budging...almost there...snap! And now the handle was in his hand as a geyser spurted forth from where it used to be. Damn it! He quickly stuck the handle back onto where it used to set, and for a second it seemed to work. But the next second found it rocketing directly upwards, the handle embedding itself into the ceiling. s**t! Frustrated, he spit out the toothbrush and kicked a random direction in anger. His foot made contact with a urinal, cracking it and sending water all over the floor. Cutting his losses, he decided he was done in the flooding bathroom for now.

He burst out of it into the crowded club, bathrobe and all, as the water seeped out of the bathroom onto the floor outside very much conspicuously. "By the Hero Evelyn, you guys gotta get that toilet fixed!" He imagined he'd have been the center of attention, but fortunately everyone was somewhat distracted as silly Kris (really, who did that fellow manakete think he was fooling?) was making out with some pretty-boy heron. And there was Hatmon, standing, scowling. She was gonna be pissed. So Conrad did the first thing he could think of to preempt her. He ran up to her, whisked her up into his arms, and laid a kiss right on those chimera lips of hers.

He was damn hot, too, with nothing on but boxers and that bathrobe. He had a very good chance of getting away with it!

"Roy I really think that you ate that like you haven't seen food in...What the ********!?" Once again Melethia orginal thought was interupted by someone. This time is was Kris and Loch, on their table, making out. Needless to say Melethia was not happy. She growls a little bit.

"What is this!?" She yelled, "Why are there 2 people making out on the table!?" Melethia was mad she then looked at her dress. The cup that had the tea was knocked over and some of it spilled onto the dress.

"My dress!" She wasn't at all happy. "Where is the person in charge!? I want to speak to them!" Ok Melethia was pissed off. Something or someone needed to calm her down.

Melethia saw Joshua pour something. Melethia took one sniff in the air and she immediately covered her nose.

"That STINKS!" She yelled, "How is something that smell suppose to take the stain out!?" She growled when he motioned for her to grab the rag. "I'm not putting that smelly rag on my dress. I'm going to faint from the smell." Melethia's morning was getting worse.

Melethia was shocked. Did this guy just go and kiss her!? She shoved Joshua away. She then got a smile, one that said 'You are going to pay'.

"Pardon me for a moment guys." She said. She grabbed Joshua by his hair and dragged him outside. Once there she started hitting his face with her tome, while she was still holding his hair. She put her tome back in it's spot and then punched him a few times in the face. She then let go of his hair and punched him one more time to make him fall down. She then kicked him away.

"You think that was funny!?" She yelled. She grabbed her tome, said the incantaion and the fire flew to Joshua's hair. Once she knew his hair was burning, she walked back in feeling much better.

"Well I feel better." She said coming back to the table. "I still would like to speak to the person in charge though."

Lance could feel his eyebrow twitch. He was a bit annoyed with all the commotion that had just gone on, but now? People kissing left to right. Not that he minded that, but a guy in particular he felt very sorry for. Not only was he hit in the back of his head, but he was also forced into locking lips with one of the women Lance had heard rumours about. Running around semi-naked, falling in love with guys left and right and just as quick getting over them, promiscuity...getting an accidental kiss on the mouth was probably just pleasure to her.

He could care less if the rumours were true. Goddess, let her sleep around as much as she wants, whatever makes her happy. What did piss him off was that she acted as if she had been soiled, pulled him out to where she thought they weren't seen, and promptly set the guy's hair on fire. If that wasn't bad enough, she smacked him around with her tome and fists. One could make puns about how his hair now had the same color as the flames that enveloped it, but the whole ordeal was just...tragic. The guy did nothing wrong, the chick overreacted, and now she had the nerve to walk away nonchalantly as if what she did was okay.

If there was something Lance had trouble with, it was arrogance.

Grabbing a cooling bucket for one of the flasks of champagne, he quickly emptied the cold and wet contents over the head of the red-headed man, putting out the fire before he became unevenly bald. After making sure he was decently okay, Lance snagged two glasses of the most vivid wine he could see, that someone had left unattended. Chugging one down in a go, he immediately felt the alcohol, and he kept himself steady by holding on to the table. He grabbed another glass of wine, then approached the woman quickly from behind. Shame for the alcohol, but he didn't drink, so...

After 'accidentally' tripping, he spilled the glasses all over the woman, soaking her clothes and her tome especially, hoping that if the clothes weren't valuable enough, the pages of the tome would get unusable. He then put on his most trusted game face. "Oh dear, I'm terribly sorry! I don't know what happened, I-I...I must've had too much to drink. Well, no harm done, right? I really need to move along, cheerio!"

...sure, it wasn't the best of acts, but he just wanted payback. And so what if he made her mad? Lance was completely confident in his own abilities to avoid damage, not to mention his fighting capabilities, should it come to that. But he quickly made himself scarce, disappearing into the bushes outside the building. And even if she did remember his looks, his face had been covered, his smell covered by the wine he drunk, and his hair color...well, let's just say Lance wasn't exactly a natural blond.

Joshua had expected a slap... not a beatdown of epic proportions so when he was dragged out side and smacked around he was to surprised to really react. Then when he was on the ground she set his hair on fire. His hands raised he began patting his head in an attempt to put out the fire when a cascade of water soaked him. He looked up and thanked the man in the mask who then went back inside.

Quickly checking to make sure nothing was broken or hurt bad he knew he was fine except for a rapidly turning purple bruise on his cheek and the fact that his hat was now burned. "That b***h owes me a new hat." He mumbled. He looked through the broken window to see what had become of the man who helped him and with his quick eyes spotted him he watched him douse the women in wine. "Shoulda used whiskey then she'd smell like a drunk." Although he did feel slightly bad for the women if she had held off for half a second then he could have explained that it was an accident.

The man then swiftly strode back out the door heading for the bushes. Joshua followed quickly. He didn't want to be within a kilometer of her shrill voice demanding this and that. Not that he was afriad of the women just her voice was really really annoying.

Walking his own way down the road not worried about thanking the man who brought water to him... Joshua figured he'd see him again soon and to make up for it he'd buy him a drink. But for now he needed a new hat.