[It takes a lot of deep breathing and courage-building to get Reira out of her room at night after what happened last time, but somehow she manages to slip out of the shelter and back to the club. This time, she's not planning on singing - she and Sakamoto had been discussing a dance party, and she's curious to see if anyone will have arrived. It seems like a wonderful night to get completely hammered and dance with some good-looking people.

Hopefully some slightly less complex ones.

The music is considerably louder at night than during the day; Reira steps into the sea of flashing lights and pulsating bass and heads for the bar. A bot brings her a gin and tonic (light on the tonic - she's aiming for drunk tonight) and she sits on one of the stools, sighing softly.

So far, she seems to be the only one. But the bar's dark, so it's possible that someone might appear from the shadows.]\

{{mild adult content and talk of such inside!}}

[The voice feed cuts in halfway through a frustrated noise.]

Don't, Itachi.

( Don't? But I thought you said I could do it if I enjoyed it? )

((OOC: Red is Itachi's voice.

ETA: *cough* uh, for those of you wondering about the "otouto-sama" nonsense, Itachi is trollin. See thread for reference.))

[She's just sitting down in the common room, scrolling through her phone. A ball and chain is wrapped around her leg, obviously showing that this girl is new, but other than that...she doesn't seem to be nervous. After all, who would want to beat up on someone minding their own business?]

She's waiting for Suzaku to bring her a sandwich, but others are welcome to bother her.]

[Akito has a plan.

It involves getting his brother to like this place a little more via the pet store. And a certain puppy he saw earlier that was absolutely adorable.

But first he needs to get his brother over there]

Onii-chan! [Kaito might have an Akito bouncing over to him, and if he's sitting down, landing lightly on his lap]

[ After being freed from being 'restrained', the first thing Eliot did was creep around the building ... and promptly fall asleep in the common room. Not on the many sofas available to civilization, but incidentally, on a table. Awkward. ]

Nnnghhhhuuuahhh ...

[ He rolls over, and his stomach growls. Loudly. Now sitting up, he rubs his eyes and groans. Tired Eliot is hungry. ]

Where the hell's a map when you need one?