"S'all good!" Tsume sang out. "They give it back in the morning." Her smile faltered. She sighed. "Thass another bar I can't go in no more, though." Wearily, she plopped down on a cot. The fact that it was occupied didn't bother her. She just sat on him.

Carefully, she lifted one hand to her split lip. Blood came away on her fingers. That was the definite downside of having sharp eyeteeth: great for biting, but when someone popped you in the mouth... with a billiard ball...

She glanced up at Raidou. "Did your fangs get you, too? Gotta watch 'em." He definitely looked bloody. She should really get up and make sure it wasn't all his. In a minute.