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A flash of red hair catches Neptune's eye, and he freezes. That's -- is that -- It can't be...

And yet, Sun is here. Why would it be so outlandish to assume Pyrrha is also?

     -- "Hey -- Wait up!" --

Neptune and Pyrrha don't know each other well, but she seems like a pretty cool girl, and at this point, Neptune is hungry for some comfortable faces. He's almost level with the girl he assumes to be Pyrrha Nikos when he realizes with a painful jolt of embarrassment:                                                                                           It's not her.

               -- "Ohhh...man. I am sorry." Neptune grins sheepishly.                       "I thought you were..." --

And then it hits him: She's not Pyrrha, but like Pyrrha, she's seriously cute. And she seems to be around Neptune's age, so...

Ezreal had been headed home when he saw something fall out of the girl's coat pocket as she got on the bus. Picking up the pace, he reached down and scooped it up--a wallet--before practically tripping onto the bus just before the door slid closed. He held the wallet out to the girl, doing his best to make it look like he hadn't almost fallen face-first into her.

By the time the two boys made their exit from the dance, it was already well into the night. They're vampires, that much is undeniable truth. Walking around in the dead of night should be as natural as breathing to them. Yuma found it difficult to accustom himself to; difficult to simply wander in the dead of night like lurking monsters. Monsters... yeah. That's right. Monsters weren't very well appreciated here on the islands-- even less so considering the lack of a proper escape. In a macabre sense, Jabberwock Islands simply became another orphanage. Another prison.

He hated it. Yuma, despite finding some lights in the tunnel, felt trapped once more. Trapped... with his brothers once more.

"S'this one," Yuma blurts out. Room #179. Ruki's room. It felt.. a little dirty to him. To purposefully separate a would-be tight-knit family in a setting such as this...

"Y'think he's sleepin'?" ... Better idea. Absently, Yuma's knuckle knocks on the door's body. "Y'got th'more annoyin' voice, you call for 'im. If he don't open, I'm breakin' it down."

{ ❖ } It was fact that Byakuran finished work way past normal people.  It was also another fact that the Garden of Eden often times had some drunks stumbling around the entrance, exits, as well as within the club.  As a bartender, usually he made arrangements for the person to get in a cab and send them off if they looked a bit too drunk to do it themselves.  

With a yawn escaping, as the albino exited the club saying his good-byes to the security, giving the man a friendly grin as he watch the influx of new customers. Oh well, they weren't his problem anymore.  Provided by the fact that now he was off his shift the albino no longer had to worry about who came into the club.  

Well... that's what usually happened.  It seemed tonight would be one of those rare, different times.  

Lavender hues blinked, as he felt a tug on his arm and the latching grip of another person.  This wasn't the first time a drunk had decided to touch, cling, or hit on him, and certainly wasn't the last.  He was aware of his rather flirtatious comments, but unfortunatly for the person now clinging to him to him would get the complete opposite of that.  Even his happy attitude couldn't last when he just smelled more alcohol and the lingering stench of his own clothes.

Though, as he opened his mouth and was fully prepared to say some rather unsweetened words, he stopped himself and raised a brow.  His mind recognized the face, luckily before his icy words had fallen from his lips.  

"Kou-chan? Didn't you go home already?"  Byakuran asked with a slight tilt of his head. It had only taken a moment to recognize the said blonde, seeing as the man was drinking maybe an hour earlier. They had exchanged names, and he had left and the albino had assumed he was on his way home.