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Well, at least the water brought him to his senses. For the most, anyway. Though, it wasn't surprising that he'd still be shaken up. Yuki could only be thankful that he was alive, and coherent. He only rolled his eyes at Neko's name calling, and backed up a couple of steps from the foot of the bed to spin his chair around and sit in it properly.

He listened while everyone else began to drill him with questions about the night before, waiting himself to hear the answers. In the back of his mind, he wondered if Neko would bother thinking twice about this moment when he decided he needed a drink again. Sadly, he doubted it. He'd have to keep an eye on him, just in case.

He could have asked if it was anyone that they'd seen before, but that couldn't have been the case. As for the hound, Yuki knew that it couldn't have been that man, Neko would have warned them all for sure. He leaned forward and propped his head up, resting his elbow on one knee. The ultimate question arose again; Who had done this, and why?

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Disgusting old man, was he? Well... He didn't have much room to argue with that, but he frowned anyhow at the accusation. "I beg your pardon," He replied, forcing himself not to grind his teeth. "I was only trying to help." God, remaining calm around a woman that was so full of herself wasn't easy. Was he already loosing his touch?

But this would eventually pay off, this man was not the quitting sort. Might as well lay out his cards, he decided. If this didn't work he might actually have to move on to the next pretty face.

He reached casually into one of his pockets and produced a deerskin bag, tossing it lightly in his hand. It was tied shut with a tiny suede drawstring, but the metallic jingling that sounded from his action gave no doubt of the contents of it. The bag itself was larger than one of his closed fists. Bum, was he?

"I was going to offer to buy you an expensive meal, but... If I disturb you so, I suppose I've no choice but to dine alone." His tone of disappointment was genuine, though the saddened expression he offered was not. He adverted his gaze from her a final time, looking back toward the hotel. The feline hesitated only a moment, thinking it best not to say another word for risk of ruining what chance he might have still clung to, before he stepped away from her and toward the front door of the establishment. He pocketed his gold, even though he was certain that these snobs would be just as quick to look down their noses at him.

Oh, how he hated big cities.

The victorious grin that had crossed his face was swiftly reformed into a calm smile as he slowed in his tracks and turned to gaze at the young woman over his shoulder.

If all else fails, flash the cash.

"Oh? So you have changed your mind..." The tabby responded, while lifting an arm to gesture she wrap her own around the crook of his elbow. After all, that was how one could properly escort a lady, right? Of course, her change in posture did not go unnoticed, and this time he figured that he was permitted to stare. In moderation, of course, before his attention returned to her face. "I will do my best to impress you, Miss."

While not entirely stunned by the suggestion that he purchase her a room, as it had been his plan from the start, her suggestion of it brought a broader smile. He said nothing of that particular subject, however...

"Deacon." He said, at last giving his introduction. "My name is Deacon." As he continued onward to lead them inside, he looked at her expectantly from the corner of his eye. "Might I be so bold as to ask of yours?"

"He must have spiked the drink... Though.. he did hold the glass for awhile first right? If he didn't there wouldn't be anyway he could have put anything into it."

As he listened to the fragments of Neko's memory, Blade thought on how things might have happened at the bar last night. There wasn't a whole lot to work off of, and he had doubts that they'd really be able to complete this puzzle given how shot Neko's memory was right now.

"That'd.. also mean it was the bartender."

Elegancia looked at the crooked arm. "Oh, no, no, you do not need to do that to properly escort a lady," she said while laughing nervously, "at any rate, shall we adjourn to the dining area?"

She hadn't intended to eat. Perhaps pick the most expensive dish on the entire menu, and not eat it? Who knew! One thing for sure, however, was that a real lady never ate in public. It didn't matter if it was a five-star meal made by the best cook in the world, if you ate in public, that meant that later the food must come out later- as excrement. She definitely did not want people to think she did that.

"Mr. Deacon, hmm? What a dashing name that is!" Elegancia did not wish to disclose her real name, and looked around the room as she thought of a make-shift name. "I... I am Lady... Lady Monique von Ackenbacken. The twenty-eight! Yes. A pleasure!" She mentally slapped herself for thinking up a name she could hardly remember herself.

"No, but I don't want to wait around untill something like this happens again" poke responded. In the back of her mind, she wondered if this was going to be a reacuring scenario She making her comment and then got told off for how "brilliant" it was. Or being told off for running head first into whatever problem she had. Oh well, it wasn't as if she wasn't used to this happening. She did the same thing when she was a kid.
However, riyo did prove to be the reason of voice here. She couln't run down and demand everyone to turn out their pockets or she'd bash them. As she pondered this, riyo had left for the bathroom as well as pointing out how lucky neko was.
"You know.." she stated after riyo had left. "if this guy was out to get neko, he might try and do something like this again...

Listening quietly to the conversation as it continued, Yuki didn't offer any words on the subject. Only listened, and slowly began to tune all of them out as he tried to hypothesize what could have happened. Of course he didn't know, but it didn't stop him from trying. That, and he was still tired, and the longer he remained zoned out the closer he got to falling asleep again. With his eyes open, no less.

Then, just before he'd nodded off, he took note that someone had stepped up next to him. He'd barely realized who had been moving around, but when he turned his head to see who had stopped alongside him, he looked a bit shocked to find Neko standing there. Though, the look on his potentially former friend's face brought a look of confusion. Just as quickly as he could realize what was about to happen, eyes growing wide, he had no time to get out of the way. Neko's knuckles met hard with Yuki's nose, and the sound of the impact more that suggested that there might be good reason to worry.

The force of the blow sent him tumbling over in his chair, and for several seconds it just laid on the floor, stunned. Slowly, he picked himself up from the floor, groping at his nose with a look of dazed confusion. It was throbbing painfully, and the warm, wet sensation Yuki felt on his upper lip told him that it was bleeding even before he'd drawn his hand back to see his red fingertips.

He stared at it for a moment, sniffling strangely as he tried to clear his nostrils of the still flowing blood. Then, he slowly looked up at Neko, his expression of shock shifting to apparent anger. "What the ******** was that for!?" He demanded, though even as he shouted he'd closed the gap between them. He drew back out of his own fists, Neko's previous predicament and Yuki's concern for his well being swiftly forgotten as he took a swing for Neko's jaw.

[Hitsu and Deacon will be addressed in my next post.]

Riyo had barely finished wrestling with her bra when she heard the commotion going down. "What the..." She quickly threw on her pants and slammed open the door only to see a scuffle between Neko and Yuki. Well, a bit more than a scuffle really. Since there was blood on both ends.

"HEY." Unlike Mitsu, Riyo was not quiet. In the least. "HOW ABOUT NOT ACTING LIKE THE RESPECTIVE ANIMALS OF YOUR ANCESTORS AND HAVING A LITTLE RESTRAINT." Honestly, if she could keep herself from starting something, surely they could as well.

"If you want to get blood all over this clean room, allow me. I'll have the walls smeared with it by the time I finish with you two. But can't it at LEAST wait until the afternoon?"

Morning person? Obviously not.

While blade had obviously stepped in to break the fight, and riyo telling them to knock it off otherwise she'd be doing the fighting for them, poke decided that blade might need some assistance with trying to stop the both of them from trying to kill each other.
Since blade seemed to be holding back neko, she stepped behind yuki and made an attempt to grab his right arm, to pull him away from neko.
"This isn't the time to be having a bloody punch-up!" poke added in her own opinion