Charles Patricius

"It is. I'd like to say we've all been there, but... probably not like that," Takao stated while looking toward the recording booth again. The song was winding down with those last few chorus repetitions, so the mood was rising slowly. Takao sighed as he leaned back in the chair. In the meantime, Hiruko stepped toward the booth door with that baggie in hand. "Don't mind me. I've got the medicine right here," he said. With that, Hiruko would be entering the recording booth, leaving Takao and Miko to discuss other matters. Miko had recently questioned the 'norm' for Mitchel's performances. Takao had to think about that, but in doing so, he had a realization. "Right, you probably haven't listened to Phases yet, huh? This is pretty dark, but the depth has been there for a couple of years now. You should hear some of the older stuff... or even the last few singles. Let him get his fix and we can get you caught-up."

The bartender had no real issue thinking of some foods that might suit everyone's needs here. After doing so, he noted a peculiar glance from the purple-haired woman ─ though he paid it little mind. That one may have gotten a read on him beyond the identity of a bartender, but if that was to become something worth concern... it wouldn't do so for a while yet. At present, he could continue the act while one Nara Rita decided to front the whole bill for their large order of... everything the man mentioned recently. In the interest of keeping the group open and easily inspected, he'd have to be the nice bartender and ensure her gesture was acknowledged. "That's very honorable of you. It would be in bad taste if the host didn't match your energy," the man said with a bow. A moment later, he was slipping off to the kitchen. There were multiple different things to prepare, but he'd be making relatively quick work of them ─ just not everything. No, any onlookers would see him stepping behind the bar again while takoyaki fried, working that shaker again for another special cocktail. In the meantime, the ladies would have ample room for their discussion.

The well of despair, was one which all types knew to different extents, Miko thought about it and had something weird to say, "I decided a long time ago... all artists are tortured, whether it's by themselves or other people. For him it seems to be both..." Miko said but that song was ending. Perhaps the next song would feel different but she couldn't imagine how he picked up from his current process. It was such a weird thing to see someone else going through. Beyond that bit of a chat, Hiruko wandered off, mostly to give some drugs to Mitchel... Miko watched while speaking to Takao. She did that quite a bit while they were together, she always had a good sense for where he was, and never had to be looking at him to feel his voice properly. At the same time, Takao was mentioning an album which Miko hadn't listened to yet... "No, i couldn't bring myself to listen to it like that... " she confirmed. But apparently this kind of depth had existed in his music for quite a while now. "Sou ka, well... there's no real rush on my part. I can't say I'm not looking forward to it though... until the concert yesterday it'd been a while since I heard anything that moved me..." she said. A while was such a fake amount of time, it'd been hundreds of years since she'd last heard words sung by someone that made her soul feel at home. Music was so annoying in Aincrad, she'd not been able to immerse the way she would have enjoyed. Still, time was passing casually and a fast moving new Ferrari was approaching with to buxom young women inside, having the time of their lives as they approached this studio zoomed past it, and had to spin back around the block. A large smile was present on the girl in the passenger side's face, this was quite a fun way to move around, she decided. She understood the 'joy' applied to this term 'joy-riding'.

At the same time, the ladies were coming to the consensus that they were going to be eating all of the things ordered by Rita. It would seem that the bartender was willing to go along with their group indulgence, and Rita's generosity towards her friends. He claimed he could only be honorable, in the face of her honor. "That's what I like to hear!~" Rita claimed as the man went off to prepare. She had no idea exactly what he'd be doing but she felt he was trustworthy enough to not lead them astray in this part of their night. Saori also had something to say surprising though it was, "Good to be back in Japan. Honor goes so far~" she claimed as she relaxed and sipped her drink. It was questioned the reason for their gathering and Rita managed to sigh. "Wait... let me drink a bit more first," she said taking a big sip of her drink relaxing her shoulders and then going forth with her announcement. "So... I'm getting divorced," Rita announced while the other ladies smiles shifted a bit. Well, except for Saori who already knew that information. "I mean I assume something bad happened but is that reason to celebrate?" Reina asked seemingly shocked. Nozomi for her part in this stayed quiet. Perhaps she was rejoining the friend group at a good time after all. "Well... don't leave us hanging. I told you he was shit, what did he actually do?" Rangiku asked sipping her own drink and waving her hand for the woman to continue. "What didn't he do?" Rita posited. "He apparently has been unemployed for months, and still getting up every day to go to work. And by work... I don't mean looking for a job or doing odd jobs. I mean he's been playing Sugar Daddy to some skank who is apparently a limp wristed floozy!~" she explaind. "Which I mean, fine right. Except get this... he's been doing it on my dime. Multiple charges to some stupid high end Love Hotel. Ridiculous charges to that Sashimi Restaurant I've been trying to get him to try with me. I've been a faithful housewife to a man whose been stealing from me and not even fucking me! I've been fucking myself to sleep every night for six fucking months, working my ass off to keep my store running and he's been blowing my life's work on a gold digger and giving away the dick I tied myself to in monogamy. Do you have any idea the number of men I turned down on a regular basis... for that?!" Rita slammed her hand against the table her fury bubbling over. "Oh..." Reina said softly. The idea of anything like that happening was crazy to her, these women were among some of the craziest she'd ever known, the idea of anyone skipping over her for something else was just weird. Meanwhile, Nozomi was quietly sipping her drink, did she want to be the one to admit she was also in a rocky spot, one which her own marriage likely wouldn't recover from? Well... not immediately, letting Rita vent was important. Besides, she wasn't sure the two of them should be out here ruining their single friends idea of lasting love either...

"True," Takao agreed. Moving on from the topic of tortured artists, Miko confirmed that she'd never heard the last studio album of Mitchel. She was missing quite a bit of context in that case. He understood her decision to refrain, knowing the reason well. Alas, the context would have been useful ─ and still would be. "So Angels, Her, No Rainbows... None of that ringing any bells, huh?" he muttered while rotating his chair slightly left and right. While Mitchel was apparently leaning toward Hiruko's outstretch hand, which contained a suspicious white powder just behind the thumb, Takao was staring at Miko simply to inspect her new look. "That really does scream, like... Air Gear/Kingdom Hearts hybrid. Slap a Keyblade and some roller blades on and you'll be a trendsetter~" he said to lighten the topic a bit.

That bartender was just close enough to hear the five women chattering about their lives. By the time he started mixing another cocktail, he could hear Rita talking about the details of her divorce. He knew who she was, and even had a general idea of the situation... but seeing and hearing her reaction to it was very different indeed. There was something interesting about one of the other women too; she was a bit too silent and contemplative during the story. Was she the aforementioned floozy? No... no, it was something else: commiseration. Already popping the shaker's cap to add an extra shot of vodka, the man decided to triple the recipe. The food was still cooking, but he returned to the table nonetheless. He had two large cocktail glasses in hand at that time, the first of which was placed directly in front of Rita. "I thought you could use this. Careful," he said. Another such cocktail was placed in front of Nozomi, but for her... there was only a direct look with no accompanying words. She'd yet to speak on her situation, so he thought there was no need to address it directly.

Agreement was reached, and harmony of some sort was achieved. Takao and Miko spoke to each other, most often seeming to argue or disagree... but in rare moments something was said by either individual and a simple agreement was all that was offered as retort. Now was one such time, and it was rather interesting to Miko. Beyond that point of agreement there was the matter of her unknown songs. Even as Mitchel seemed to be taking in the drugs he needed to balance out his personality and for those in the know his soul... the pair on the other side of the booth were still conversing. "No... I know it's weird of me but I really can't listen to the music of artists I like without seeing it in person. I really require unfiltered content..." Miko mentioned. None of those songs rang a bell, so she could be sure she'd never heard them. If she had, even the three hundreds years she'd been conscious on Alaya wouldn't have stopped her from recalling such information. Meanwhile, some proper appreciation for her new clothing choice was being given. As Takao rotated in his chair a few words were shared. The crossover between universes that made her outfit had a minor blush coming to Miko's face. "Arigatou..." she managed though the words were quite sheepish. "I don't think I should be setting any trends... Shu-nee mentioned I'd look like a tuner with some headphones or a halo. I could see it going that way if I was ever alone with my aunt..." she paused then thinking about it. "Seiko, I mean... I apparently have two of those now," Miko stated, her and Takao were friendly enough that changes to her immediate family were worth noting.

Speaking of her aunt, Nara Rita had explained everything to her friends. It seemed that many were upset on her behalf and could only be aghast about the random turn her life had taken. Her husband hadn't been the most amazing guy but he'd at least been faithful as far as anyone knew. This kind of turn was something no one could have suspected. "Eh, that sounds like so much..." Reina said, looking thoughtful. "So does that mean we're getting you laid, 'cause six months is a ridiculous amount of time for you to go without it?" Rangiku wondered. A relapse would be just what the doctor ordered. Saori for her part in this made the same offer thta she'd made earlier today.... "I'm just saying I could still knock him out. Nothing like watching some douchebag end up on his ass..." she affirmed while slow slipping. before any extra commentary could be made. The bartender worked his way back up to the group, not with the food just yet, but instead with a couple of drinks for the pair who'd nearly emptied theirs during Rita's confession. "Ara? Why would I be careful... I'm meant to be trouble~" she claimed assertive. "Thank you~" she offered him with a smile. But the second drink went to Nozomi who'd quietly been draining hers the entire time Rita was talking. She'd not commented but she'd not expected anyone else to be having their life fall apart while she was suffering such a thing herself. The care of the bartender made her look at him seriously for a moment. Those unspoken words made her blink as a soft "Thanks..." slipped from between her lips. But the group of women were hyperaware, at least when it came to the reactions of their friends. "Well? What's going on with you little Missy... you've been avoiding talking about your husband since we started... no texts or calls either?" Rangiku asked flickering her gaze over to the girl. "Is this not just a nostalgia trip for you?" she instigated ever so slightly. "Gikushi... you're pushing Nono a bit too much," Reina commented. She knew that pairs friendship predated everyone elses, but... sometimes it seemed that Nozomi and Rangiku barely got along to start with. "So, do you have any recommendations on a divorce lawyer, Ri, I'll probably end up needing one, apparently we both made bad choices..." Nozomi mentioned almost flatly bringing all eyes on the table to her and her new drink she was now nursing instead.

Miko didn't think she should be setting any trends. To Takao, there wasn't much sense to be found in that belief. As Museion, she'd been the definition of a trendsetter for all of her teenage life thus far. The trends may not have been inspired by seeing her, but the idea she presented the masses as Museion had a cult following. "I'm not sure you're legally allowed to say that sentence," Takao argued. "If not for the beetface you've got right now, I'd say you're stage ready. Still waiting for that show," he said moments after further observation. Shutara was right; she did have the look of a tuner. She also had a general look that still confused him. Those kinds of physical developments were unheard of. "So did you get a surgery or something?" he asked, applying no filter whatsoever to his speech. As for Miko's aunt, or rather... her newly discovered aunt, Takao raised a brow. "Just all kinds of things falling out of the woodworks for you lately? What side did a random extra aunt spawn from?"

During his return, the bartender heard talks of getting someone laid... or knocking someone else out. This group had an interesting contrast. He didn't believe they were problematic, but Osaka was a prefecture under a specific type of scrutiny. No one was allowed to just walk around being unknown, hence this man's appearance as the ladies' night host of a bar known for its accessibility to new residents and tourists alike. Upon sliding Rita her second drink and urging a bit of care, he was countered. She was meant to be trouble, Rita asserted. Hearing that, he was made curious as to the depth of her meaning. Could that have been more than just further cheeky commentary? She was the one with some amount of connection to the underground, after all. "If you're trouble, maybe I shouldn't have made it a triple. Don't go wrecking the bar now~" he said in good humor while Nozomi's drink was produced. The man lingered long enough to collect the emptied first glasses of Rita and Nozomi, allowing him to clearly hear about another divorce in the works. It seemed things were more normal than he could have anticipated here, if 'normal' could be applied to the apparent 40% divorce rate of this group.

Setting trends apparently, wasn't something Miko could deny legally according to Takao. She scoffed at his words, "Of course I am allowed to say that. I'm not culpable for what others do based on the music I make. They've never even seen me," Miko countered. She understood enough of herself to know, that she should be no one's role-model in her own opinion she was just a fully neurotic teen trying to get over her problems. "Also the blushing thing doesn't change for me regardless of what I'm doing. I'm just easily flustered, even when I'm in complete control of a situation. Stage fright still present... baby steps," Miko confirmed. This of course, completely ignored the fact that she had been dancing and singing on a roulette table a couple of nights before now... but again, that was different. She'd been drunk and no one was here to call her own that. Moving on from that, Takao seemed to lose his filter for words between sentences. He was still staring at Miko and wondering over the state of her body. He'd been very direct in his assessment of her body the previous day when she'd seen him as well. A flustered little gasp escaped her lips before she started a tirade. "Waaah~♪!~ You're the words guy who's had a crying following of girls for his entire pubescent life, shouldn't you be more sensitive to girl issues!?" she questioned immediately arguing back. Of course, she'd grown this body in even less time than he thought but it wasn't completely abnormal. "My body is mine. I grew it myself and it isn't off very much at all from the norms established. My new aunt is my mother's sister and according to her... we're small until we're not... she claimed to have also been pretty insignificant until she was seventeen or so, Nara Rita is her name..." Miko mentioned phone slipped out of her pocket to pull up a picture which contained, herself, between her mother and aunt, showing the three stages of life her face seemed to be capable of reaching. She had her big brown eyes seemingly alight from within, her mother and her green eyes and fullest figure, and her aunt who had shorter hair, but bright magenta eyes and a bit more edginess to her general look.

The conversation happening between the ladies had reached an appropriate lull. The arrival of their host for the evening with extra drinks only seemed to spur it in a slightly different direction. The trouble was apparently what Rita was meant to be and the man jokingly mentioned that he shouldn't have given her a triple then. "Sugei!~ I'll behave a bit then huh? I haven't been that kind of trouble in ages. Though if you change your mind about that kind of trouble, you know where to find me~" Rita also flirted with the man before the revelation of Nozomi's brought another wave of disapproval from the table. "Knocking out two guys in one week... it's not even my birthday~" Saori chimed trying to lighten the mood, which of course, earned her a giggle from Nozomi. "You know what I'd allow it at this point because I'm so done," Nozomi, mentioned. That triple she was sipping on now, became something she had her hand around holding her to the world while the other women waited to hear out how heinously she was treated. "So, like a month ago, Yuki, brings up the idea of an open-relationship, but he doesn't just bring it up. He's converted an extra bedroom in our house for this. He literally made a love nest in our house, claiming that it was better than spending money on love hotels and the like for his little hook-ups. Now, I agreed because we all know who I am and I pointed out that the term open meant for me too, and he claimed this was fine. Not even a whole twenty-four hours later this man had some girl, he was fucking in our spare bedroom," Nozomi mentioned while scoffing. "Alright, fine, it's not that big a deal right? I go on a date or two, set myself up on tender, and well...I get a date. I bring him home the next day, and this heathen hasn't even cleaned up the room. He's yelling from our master suite that he got tired and I'd have to clean it up first... be supportive and all..." Nozomi explained of the situation. "So my date for the night, thought it was too weird, walking into discarded condoms, messy sheets and the like... I don't blame him but like why did you do this. Not only did you essentially cuck me by brining home this woman to fuck in my house. You aren't eve respecting the boundaries of openness. I also know you started this thing with this bitch before you brought it up, but I digress..." Nozomi mentioned. She was pouring out her soul as she sipped her drink. "Guys... I came in from a run and workout all normal stuff, and this little heifer was in my bathroom, using my bodywash, like we're running an AirBnB," Nozomi claimed. "You mean that cruelty free stuff that costs like half a life to get?" Rangiku claimed. She could imagine that being the straw... "Yep, so I'm going to divorce him, but before then... I really want to stick it to him. I have all the evidence I need to say it started under questionable territory. I technically recorded the conversation since I was posting a video at the time. And I checked the ring camera and found him sneaking this girl in multiple days before that conversation. I could have just divorced him but I thought he'd be a bit more reasonable about it... but I really want him to understand what he got himself into... besides that he cock-blocked me and I don't appreciate it. Open means open, goddamnit!" she claimed her hands up in the air.

Takao waved a nonchalant, yet dismissive hand in the air as Miko defended herself. He and everyone else knew how easily flustered she was, and most considered it a charm point. Still, Takao believed she'd perform exceptionally on stage... but would he ever truly recommend her doing it? That was a tough question. On one hand, Takao wouldn't wish his lifestyle on anyone who enjoyed their own downtime. On the other hand, however, if they performed together... the crowd wouldn't matter. Flashing lights were only obtrusive in the dark. "Baby steps. That's how we get to collecting bestie selfies, right?" he asked cheekily. Moving on from there, Miko took some issue with his lack of tact about her physical developments. Takao shrugged without a second thought. "Are they issues? I figured you were fresh out of issues by now," he quipped. "Well except for being hit on left and right. I guess that one's popped up by now, huh?" A bit of casual musing aside, it seemed these developments were as natural as one could be on the maternal side of her family. Upon making the claim, Miko even showed a picture of herself, her very familiar mother, and... and unknown copy of her mother: the aunt in question. "I said it before, and I'll say it again. This is one of those 'what they would look like now' pictures. Looking at the pattern... do you need security? I think you might need security detail in about... yesterday."

Drinks were served again for two of five ladies, but the bartender wouldn't be leaving right away. No, Rita gave reason to pause and observe a bit of banter. She hadn't been the openly flirty sort in the first few moments, but a single drink had her taking the most forward approach thus far. Interesting, he thought. Apparently, she had every ability to be the 'bar-wrecking' kind of trouble. Maybe if things were as normal as they seemed thus far, he had an opportunity to acquire something absent in his life and career. "Hm. There's some contention about that here, isn't there? Wouldn't want to cause a fight," he claimed after hearing the flirtatious remarks of multiple women in this group. "I'll be right back with your food," he said immediately afterwards. His departure led him directly to the kitchen, where fried foods were ready to pull. There were only a few things to gather in preparation, but he rather easily collected a cart to use. The only thing he had missing was sashimi... but he did have the fish and a couple of knives ready.

Baby steps were indeed how Miko got around to taking Bestie Selfies as she called them. They were a variety of new thing she'd been doing for a little while yet. No matter, the cheekiness and initial dismissive wave were going to make her argue a little. "Bestie Selfies, running for Student Council President, skinship... I think they are some pretty good baby steps. Small ways of putting myself out there," Miko mentioned still seeming sheepish. Still, there was a wonder past this point, her 'girl issues' were still issues to her... but she was still living with them, in more ways than could be explained. "Definitely not out of issues..." Miko uttered. She had quite a few, like her developing appetites, figuring out her own presence, and then there was the magical world thing that she wouldn't even be bringing up. As for men hitting on her, "People do now hit on me. It's weird, because I wouldn't have taken those words that way before, it's really surprising to realize someone is flirting with me... It's still weird. Also speaking of things I understand, your nickname for me is mean, Takushi!" she said immediately pouting and poking the man in his forehead. It took her forever to realize how he got to that nickname choice and now that she understood it was commentary on her social blindness she felt indignant. Beyond this point when seeing her aunt a more normal comment was made about their likeness. She flipped her phone back around and she supposed she could see it, "Hm, I guess we do look like an age progression minus our differences," Miko addressed directly. "I don't think I need security. I can't imagine forcing someone to follow around my neurotic easily distracted self. I don't think I am in that much danger and as I am usually not alone in outside spaces I think it will be fine... probably," Her words belied the truth that she may not have believed she was completely safe, but she was surprisingly calm in stressful situations and good at defending herself in combat so she'd worry little about it, even as a human.

Speaking of Miko's aunt, Nara Rita was being a bit more directly flirty with one drink in her system. The bartender for his point in this seemed to be quite good at reading the room, he claimed some contention between the friends and thus thought such discussions best put off for another time. Rita smirked, "It's hardly that... we're friends, the worst that will happen is deciding who goes first~" she pointed out, their ability to share amongst themselves was legendary and most all participated, Saori herself aside for reasons that wouldn't be coming to light immediately. While he left to prepare their meals, they got back to the discussion at hand. Rangiku had something to say as she sipped her own drink. "It took a lot longer for him to try something like that than i thought it would. He definitely sent me an unsolicited dick pic when we were still rooming together... but I figured if a threesome was an idea it would have come from you," she stated. "What? He did that and you didn't mention before we got married?" Nozomi exclaimed. "Do you know how many times dudes try me? It's pretty normal, but as I pointed out to him, he didn't have the sort of dick he should be trying to share," Rangiku added. "You're not wrong. He was passed out after him and his little girl... like if you're going to be that kind of person you should be ready for your actual wife, otherwise what are you even trying to have more for? It's not vegan!" she claimed. Finding that to be the sort of greed which led to the cruelty to animals and other creatures in this world. She was very against everything currently. "Well, it isn't good to practice an open relationship selfishly, that's for sure. Girl, you should go back to the first Nono... show him what wild really is and the reason you ended up with that nickname from me~" Reina encouraged. "Hai hai, because before it was men an Ran-chan, it was you two right?" Rita encouraged.

"Skinship?" was the one thing Takao decided to question from Miko's list. She did have a reasonable set of steps taken toward opening up, but he viewed the matter as overall irrelevant. At this point, Takao was chattering for the sake of doing so. When it came to the topic of Miko receiving the advances of others lately, however, he considered things more seriously. She claimed to have an understanding of people's flirts now. Did she? One might wonder. Ah, but the brunette did understand something; she'd come to realize the meaning behind his nickname for her. Mean, she called it. From Takao's perspective, it was no such thing. "Is it mean? I think it's accurate, and you're not even arguing that it isn't," he stated. "And you probably don't actually need security, but... you never know. People are crazy. Look at Mitchel; he's missing a whole damn bus!"

The bartender separated himself from the group for a few moments, but he did catch Rita's final words about friends deciding who was first. Preparation involved a lot of thought with that in mind. He could possibly find something necessary to his lifestyle this night. Given the group dynamic, that number could be anywhere between zero and five. Surely though, there was no reason to take an absolute loss. Even if zero was the number destiny chose, he could have a bit of fun for himself. This recent week, he managed to enjoy a bit more freedom than normal. Why not? Why shouldn't he get some enjoyment out of the night and see where things went from there? When the teal-haired man finally returned, he did so wheeling a full cart of food. He began sliding trays onto the table immediately while speaking over Rita's shoulder. "If what you said earlier is the worst outcome, that's probably something you should work out amongst yourselves," he said. "Food is served, ladies. For anyone who wants the sashimi, take an empty plate from the middle. I'll be slicing fresh tableside as a special favor."

Of the things Miko mentioned as part of her baby steps, 'skinship' was questioned by Takao. Miko paused, three blinks taking place as she processed the most clinical way to explain what skinship was to someone. Such mannerisms from her were quite normal when she was caught off guard, and only after she was certain of her word choice would she open her mouth to speak, "Skinship, is gender neutral group bathing with friends for bonding purposes. Moving on." she said with no extra details and no real explanation of how she got to the point of doing such a thing. She'd have expected the term to be more familiar but she supposed if nothing else, this was proof that Shutara kept her weirdness mostly secret. Beyond this point, Miko was poking him as he pointed out the accuracy of his nickname choice and her lack of argument against it. "Well, I don't tell lies and I am the first to admit that I am absolutely socially inept," she started. "But yes it's still mean, you didn't have to call me out like that... I'm trying to get myself together and you're picking on me and have been for ages! it's treasonous at best!" Miko claimed while still managing to look pouty, she answered to that name. And felt like the butt of a joke this man was having with himself. Beyond this there was the matter of crazy people. According to Takao, she probably didn't need security but people were crazy... "Fair enough... maybe I'll look into it. But I don't think Mitchel losing a tour bus sits on the other person is crazy boat specifically," she said carefully. Like it could have been an invitation, she could have invited people into odd situations. And now that she was pouting directly at Takao, she really looked at him. She looked over his physical form broad shoulders, decent chest, voice she loved and she noted those baggy pants with the knowledge of why they might be necessary. She was almost clinical in studying his person...

Meanwhile, ladies night at the bar, became an active revenge plotting time. Nozomi wanted to stick it to her husband and there was a massive plan putting it together. While the bartender was off getting food, Rita had something to say... "Obviously, sticking it to him, starts with the fun. He hasn't said anything yet... let's flood Instagram with ladies night first~" Rita offered the best solution. Everyone produced phones and images began being taken. Drinks, friends faces and poses were all par for the course as the food showed up. By the time the bartender came back, a claim was made, that the group should be deciding what was going on between themselves. As heard by Rita she could only chuckle, she looked to the rest of the group. "That was the flirt back right? Volunteer not victim?" she asked of the table in a manner which implied her own special form of danger. "Heheha~ Yeah, something like that Ri... you sure you don't want to pass that drink along~" claimed Rangiku as she watched. Apparently with food being served more pictures of platters and plates would be snapped and uploaded for the sake of fun. Though apparently Sashimi was being cut tableside. All eyes shifted to the man of the hour without fail. "Well, I do like Sashimi~" Saori claimed. The other women also took plates but Nozomi looked for quite a few seconds. She'd not had fish in ages... she loved sushi and sashimi and hadn't had it in ages. "Quick question... do you guys deal with local fisherman? I'm trying to make a good choice," Nozomi admitted. She could go for some fish... "Oya? Back on board like that... we haven't gotten you light proteins since our first year of college! You know Mr. Bartender, if she tries the meat, she'll try other type of meat too~" claimed Rangiku who was obviously excited to see her friend return to her best form.