"oh!i thought you were a sports kitty. you make a perfect cat,your eyes just match so well with cute ears." erica laughs. she far more in tune with the western world than her sister,but something still escaped her. "i originally wanted to come as bloody carrie,but mariko had her heart set on the sisters from some tv show....ok,i do like the show too. but not that much!" she giggles and does a turn of her own. she hated skirts,she always felt like her ass was showing. "is kai coming? i am rather curious to see what he would show up as." she is genuinely curious. she knows he will never be friendly to her,but he was honor's lover.so he was involved no matter what

"you are like a one girl version of the spice girls...in cat form! "erica squeals. she had to be extra loud due to the music. she nods along with the assessment of kai's whereabouts. " he doesnt have to be. i will make myself scarce when he arrives. i want nothing to ruin your party,especially if it is me!" she says over the the music. she had no problem with kai anymore,but knew how he was. she didnt want to put honor on referee duty. " how have you guys been,if you dont mind me asking?"


mariko slams down the shot glass on the bar. "one more shopkeep! satsuki has a lot of drinking to do. do you know how many students probably were killed at the academy?! i am a monster."

mariko looks up from the bar,head spinning, to see batman. " oh my god. you just missed the riddler. he pinched my ass and ran off!" she laughs loudly and drunkly.

Reese stomps away from his booth at the back of the club and heads towards the bar. He really needed a drink tonight. He had written quite an emotional song today which really fucked him up, then his friends just had to nag him into tagging along with him to this very club, when he just needed a good sob. Once he's reached the bar, he plops down onto one of the bar stools and snaps a finger to summon the bartender. "Cosmo," he ordered, not caring that it is an exclusively female drink. He puts his head on his hands and lets out a loud growl of frustration with the obviously very shitty day he had before, not caring about the man apparently sitting next to him.

"Oh, Billy?" Reese asks, rubbing his eyes to clear out the blear in his eyes (he most definitely wasn't crying, thank you very much). "Sorry, didn't notice you there. It's not anything big. Just a shitty day, that's all." He puts on a fake smile, going so far as making the smile ear to ear, his eyes crinkling as a result, which makes a moisture emerge out of the corner of his eyes. Oh, fuck, he thinks as he gulps down his Cosmo very quickly, immediately throwing a "Strawberry daiquiri" the bartender's way.

"Well," Reese starts, fully turning to his side to face Billy. "Anyone with two eyes could see that you're enjoying yourself. You'd been smiling to your lock screen for an hour," he exaggerates, chuckling to tell Billy he was kidding. "Boyfriend? Actually, don't answer that question. Enough cuddly couples for the day." He giggles, the alcohol clearly starting to affect him. "So, how's your day been?" he asks. "I don't suppose you'd like to hear about my day considering how positive you're feeling."

"So, it was another studio day today and me and a couple of lads were writing this song." He pauses to sip his drink. "Actually, the lads were writing a song and I was writing a completely different song. So, anyways, I suddenly came across this voicemail ofine that I'd kept for centuries. Long story short, very depressing voicemail. And I was trying to, like, build the song around that voicemail. It's about a breakup, by the way. Another long story short." He chuckles, realizing he repeated what he'd said earlier. "It really hit home. And my friends, they're at the back, by the way, had to get me to tag along with them here. And here I am, wallowing in self-pity." He flashes Billy a self-deprecating smile and looks down, suddenly very interested in the sneakers he's wearing. He opted against heels this time around, he couldn't bear it.

"But the echo in the toilets is fucking insane!" Reese mock-wails at Billy, giggling to himself afterwards. "But, if that's what you want, I suppose that's what we should do. Lead the way, Mister Khan." He holds his hand out to Billy as if he is a princess who demands to be carried.

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Reese chuckles at what Billy says. "I doubt there'll be anyone picking me up tonight," he says, not expecting Billy to hear a thing. He has always been insecure, but days like this have an amping effect on his already overwhelming insecurities. He follows Billy towards the bathroom, closing the door as he gets in after Billy. He's not exactly sure what to do with himself (he's never been in the same room as someone is peeing) so he goes for the best thing he can do at this point of inebriation, which is sliding down to the ground and taking a seat on the floor with his back to the wall and his knees to his chest, his usual position when he gets like this. He gradually takes in Billy's question and thinks about the answer for a second. Not wanting to let the silence get unnecessarily long, he lets out an "Um..." and trails off, trying to remember the last time he had sex - or the right way to word his answer, he isn't sure - before sighing out, answering, "Nonexistent," choosing to look at every millimeter of the place except Billy, which wasn't necessarily easy since there were only two sinks, three urinals, and a stall, and he doesn't exactly want to look at any of them. "You ever got around to listen to Love Question Mark?" he adds quickly, recalling the Test Billy thing he did on Twitter a while back.

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Reese chuckles after Billy. "One," he begins. "Isn't it obvious which position I'd prefer?" He giggles, probably because the effect the alcohol is having on him. "Two, I don't know, just never found the time, I guess. And the wound's still pretty open." He laughs, but there's no humor behind. "Funny, since it's been two years." He cocks his head up to look at Billy, suddenly realizing how homeless-like his position must look to Billy. "It's comfortable," he answers Billy's question, chuckling after realizing how dumb it sounded. "Plus, legs're a little wobbly," he adds. After learning that Billy still hasn't listened to his album yet, he lightly scolds, "Well, you should. It's a good one, though I might be a bit biased." He pats the space next to him on the floor. "Come join me," he says. "It really is comfy."

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