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Osumilite was inside that very bar - specifically, in a men's bathroom stall with a beautiful blonde woman. He had found it much harder to lure women this far into the evening without the recognition of being Tag Swagger, but his lies of having a large fortune seemed to seduce this broad. They weren't fooling around in the stall - no, he had just seduced her to see if he could under this powered form, and then drained her energy within the stall. He opened the woman's tiny purse, dug around for some loose cash and a pack of cigarettes and pocketed them both, storing them right beside the tiny marbles of energy he had drained from her.

He could get used to this kind of life. He snuck out of the bathroom stall and hurried out before anyone could notice. As he left, however, he sensed an energy signature. Turning quickly to make sure it was not an enemy - one of those ******** terrorists - he smiled when he realized it was another Negaverse agent.

"How's it going?" he greeted, delighted to meet another member of his side. He pulled out the pack of cigarettes and placed one in his lips. He quickly borrowed a lighter from the bouncer, and then moved towards the other agent, whispering to him: "We should walk, leave the scene. I left some chick in the bathroom, don't want to get busted."

He turned into a back alley and with a small running start, leapt upwards, jumping straight up onto the roof of the bar and gestured for the younger agent to follow.

"It also wouldn't do us good to leave them conscious, running about with their memories of what just happened," Osumilite frowned. As he understood it, he was recruited into the Negaverse for his position in the media - to serve as a sort of public relations officer that perpetuates the publics fear of the Senshi terrorists. But if there were agents leaving victims with their memories in tact, that would be something he'd need to consider in his approach. "Don't want us to be building a bad name for ourselves."

He took a drag from his cigarette and exhaled with his head tilted back, letting the smoke jet upwards. He offered a cigarette to the younger agent. "Do you want one?"

"The name is Osumilite, by the way," he said. "Lieutenant Osumilite."

"Sure thing man," he said, leaning against the door to go back inside from the roof. He was making himself comfortable, and making it very clear that he wasn't ready to go anywhere just yet. He took another drag from his cigarette, blowing the smoke out towards Benitoite.

"So, Benitoite," he started as he tapped the cigarette, letting the ashes drop to beside his feet. "Let me get this straight. You hang around a bar and ******** with the blacked out people's heads. I give props for that. But at the same time, you hang around a bar all night and don't drink? What are you? A p***y?"

"I see, I see," Osumilite went on, his tone expressing his disbelief in the teen's lame excuse. "You're not just a p***y, but a mama's boy. Its cute, really. Like a baby chimp. I'm sure the ladies really dig that whole vibe." He laughed, finding his jackassery amusing as always. And why wouldn't he? He was hilarious.

"Doesn't quite add up though. You go around draining the energy from drunken idiots but afraid to have a little fun because mommy might find out? My advice to you, bud, is live a little. Have some fun. Get drunk off your a**. Take a leak on a cop car. Puke on a hobo. Get laid. Have fun. And don't give a s**t if your mom finds out. You're a teenager, don't be so afraid to act like one."

Osumilite felt bad for the poor kid. He was clearly on a tight leash to a strict mother. It seemed unhealthy. His teenage years, however, weren't exactly a paradigm of how a teenager should behave - but they were certainly fun years. With no long lasting father figure and a rich, multiple divorcee mother - largely raised by a string of nannies until puberty - he never had a great role model to aspire to or any influence to keep his behavior in line.

"Girls, guys, whatever your thing is," Osumilte shrugged. Saying he wasn't interested in girls spoke some volumes to him, but it didn't faze him. "My point isn't to go wild and get yourself killed, but not to worry about what your mother thinks so much - lawyer or not - and just live a little. If you can sneak out in this identity, why not do it in your normal one? Just have some fun, man. All I'm saying."

The topic was making the clearly kid uncomfortable, so he left it at that, getting his last words of advice in. He took another last puff of the cigarette before tossing it aside, unfinished. "Now lets go find some poor ******** to drain the energy from. I'm calling shotgun on whatever loose cash they carry."

"If you were a chick you'd be able to get into a bar under twenty-one with no issues," Osumilite explained. "Hell, you'd be able to get into the bar and drink your a** off for free if you were a girl who played her cards right. But you're a dude, so my best suggestion is to go out there and get a fake ID. They're not hard to come by, but I can't just sneak you into a bar with no identification, so we'll have to look for some energy somewhere else. The park over there, maybe?"

He nudged his head, motioning for the other lieutenant's attention to divert to the small poorly-lit park visible from the roof. At this time of night, it would largely be empty by anyone with common sense or reason, but there were likely some stoned teenagers or drunken homeless men roaming about. He didn't care to wait for the teenager's response. He was the adult. He made the plans.

He leapt off the roof, leaping several bounds closer towards the park until he reached the outer edge. "Hurry up, kid!"

"I understand, you were checking me out and got distracted," he teased as he scanned around the park. There was a small group of teens passing around a pipe at a picnic table, but too many of them for just him and Benitoite to take on their own. There was a bum passed out a distant park bench, but right underneath a park light. And there there was a couple making out on the park bench, the woman mounted upon the man and --- oops, there goes the shirt. As good of a target they made, he didn't want to cockblock. And then there was another couple, enjoying a romantic stroll through the park. They looked so happy and perfect. They're date clearly needed a thrill.

"Couple walking through the park down there," he pointed. "You get the guy, I get the chick. I say we ambush them from the trees over there, separate them, drain some energy and make a run for it?"