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If Frost had asked Xander, the teen would have told him that no mater what he wore he looked good but since he wasn't asked he was going to keep silent on it for now. He grinned at the ever so slight pout/annoyed look that Frost had as he walked into the karaoke bar. "Thank you." he changed his grin into a smaller smile for Frost holding the door open for him. Once inside he looked around and spotted a few familiar faces and many unknown ones. "Tell you what, after a few songs and a bit of socializing, if you want to leave I know a few restaurants around here that are open late, are quiet and have good food." he said when he looked back at his roommate.

He still planned on getting Frost to sing, no doubt about that but he would how ever, give him a quick way out if it got too much for his reserved friend. With that said he lightly brushed his hand against one of Frost's gloved hands then headed towards the small group of people he knew held some 'Rockets. Of course, he did make sure to angle in such a way that he avoided the bar.

Faleen was in the process of telling Nyx about the mechanical arm that she had seen, and how it was able to connect with the girls arm to allow her to move it.
Since meeting Nyx the idea of bio mechanical science was more and more fascinating to her, even if she could only provide the mechanical part.

With a sideways glance though she saw two familiar grunts passing their table.
"Alexander, Frost" She said, rising to her feet.

At least a portion of her scathing glare was due to the intense scrutiny with which she regarded him, internalizing every detail. Seth asked for regular reports. She intended to be quite frank in this one.

As his hand moved to hers, she deftly jerked her own away, ideally catching his hand in a backhanded smack as she did so. Despite the obvious anger darkening her eyes, her movements remained calculated and fluid; she was trained to work best under pressure. This taken care of, she backed away a half a step, studying the trainee as she considered her options in apprehending and/or immobilizing him. Thunder Wave, perhaps. String Shot or Constrict. Hammer Arm.

More disarming than Izaya's smile was the sudden realization that the last time she had been so seethingly angry, someone had died as a result. Fury was replaced by a fleeting, though visible, expression that was quite obviously upset, though whether this was in response to Izaya's behavior or the memories attached to her realization was anyone's guess - though it easily could have been a combination of the two. Rejecting the outward display of emotion with an expression that was more restrained, a vague sigh of disappointment was her only further response before she moved to seat herself at the earlier offered table, regardless of whether or not Nyx disliked her. She needed to relax before she did something regrettable. Aila wasn't an angry person, but she struggled with the emotion when it arose within her, rarely as it did.

Jerome raised a hand when the kid that was with them took his leave, glancing over to see that the girl he had been watching was angry about something, and storming away from Izaya.
Jerome snorted at this, "Damn, Furs don't seem like he's very good with the ladies"
Not that Jerome could say he's any better.

Turning back to Izumi, he shrugged lightly "not really, ain't my thing, should be me with a guitar though." To bad his was stolen from the apartment when he had gone back to get it.

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More of a group was gathering at the table, Aila and Inigo returned.
"You certainly don't look like this if your idea of a fun time Aila." Faleen comment, politely, noting the other Agents anger. Inigo seemed to as well, since he had come over and asked if she was okay.

Faleen glanced up at Izaya for a second, before returning her attention to dressed up young lady. He the one who had seemed to piss her off,
She wonder what happened.

"I'm fine," she dismissed absently, though how true that was stood to be decided. She was tired, personally offended, and teetering on the edge of any number of unsavory emotions. Outwardly, she maintained a calm, if not immensely weary, appearance, her forehead resting against her palm. Faleen's words brought a slight bitterness to her reply, "I ask you to find me one person in the world who thinks it's fun to be deceived, manipulated, and treated with such blatant condescension." A quiet sigh eased away the building irritation before it could take root once more.

More people were touching him - the small man jerked from the contact away and spun around to face his aggressor - why were so many people touching him tonight?... Oh. Lilith. She was not an aggressor, but that didn't mean he wanted her to touch him. Too many people too close. Frost brushed an imaginary speck off dust off his shoulder, the only concession he made to his internal discomfort. "Indeed it is," he nodded to the green-eyed young woman, "I was persuaded to come by my roommate," he nodded then to Xander before turning back to Lilith. "Did you come of your own free will, or were you persuaded as well?"

He wanted to leave. Izaya had finished singing and had passed the microphone onto Xander. He didn't care to hear his roommate sing. He just wanted to go. He felt as though all the noise, people, and smells were pressing in and crawling over his skin leaving dirty trails that it would take a very long shower to wash away. He didn't show it though; the ice specialist remained as inscrutable as ever, his cool mask impenetrable even to those who knew him best. It had to be. If it wasn't, then he wasn't in control of himself and if he wasn't in control of himself he couldn't cope. Cool. Calm. Unreadable. It wouldn't be for too long. He had been in more unpleasant situations. He would be fine.

Pleased that Xander had stepped up to the challenge, Nakura laughed and clapped. "No dancing? What a shame! I was so looking forward to seeing you and your partner attempt a tango. Ah, well; it's enough of a treat to hear you sing."

Backing up, Izaya collapsed onto an empty bench where he could sit by himself while observing the proceedings. The atmosphere was so lively! So much was going on. It was the perfect place to be a spectator and witness the multiple facets of human behavior. The best part was he didn't have to be involved to do so. Not being involved meant not risking endangerment by Aila or Frost or anyone else he had a gut-feeling to avoid.

Sure, they didn't seem to be too happy with their current situations, but Orihara felt confident they would loosen up after some time. They had their companions to pacify, console, and comfort them, after all. Kicking back to the sound of Xander's splendid singing, Izaya ordered another drink - this time just some plain, hot jasmine tea - and watched his fellow Rockets with a satisfied smirk. Life was good.