The Dragon Fang

[Daruma Doll~]

An hour prior, Chihiro had arrived at the Dragon Fang covered in mud from head to toe. it had been an interesting mission to say the least. There were a couple radicals attempting to recruit rogues from the tiny factions in the neutral lands to invade Dragon territory. Chihiro did not associate herself with the Dragons by any means, but her employer did, and his interests were her interests. Needless to say, by the time she returned...there was no more threat.

She'd retreated to the secured lower floors to get cleaned up, leaving Takashi in the bar area. It was a relatively quiet night, just like she liked it. She returned within the hour, walking back into the bar area in a silk kimono-style robe and bare feet, her long chocolate hair wet and clinging to her shoulders. Dark eyes caught sight of a new figure, a fresh face...and the trail of water and mud into the establishment. Takashi would not enjoy cleaning that up.

"Who do we have here, Takashi?"

She asked in English with a light Japanese accent, her voice smooth and velvety as she approached the man. She was American-born, and typically had no accent at all. She was playing it up for her audience. As she reached the bar, Takashi handed her a glass of deep red wine that she took elegantly, not taking her eyes off the newcomer.

"簡単に、蝶は、私のパトロンを壊さない。"

Easy, butterfly, don't break my patrons. Takashi warned her in a low tone, which only made the woman smirk in response. He had a light humor to his voice, but there was a warning there too. He had a business to run afterall.

[Kazuya Hikari]

Speak of the devil...

Dillon would hear the wooden door slide open, as a figure would step out of the rain and thunderstorm outside and into the warmth of the small Japanese bar. Takashi chatting animatedly with Chihiro, he would glance briefly over at the door, only to freeze up slightly when he saw who it was, especially when Takashi saw the light orange glow emanating from the figure. Shooting a furtive glance at Chihiro, he would lightly tap the counter in front of the stoner, not hard enough to spill Dillon's drink, but hard enough to get his attention.

"Oy, gaijin. Boss man is here."

The sound of dull thumps could be heard coming closer and closer as the light orange glow would slowly fade away, as Kazuya would walk past Dillon, having engulfed his entire body in fire hot enough that the rain had evaporated on contact, effectively creating his own personal umbrella that left his arms free.

[Dillon Kyne]

Dillon would grab the handle of his mug and bring the bourbon up to his lips, drinking at least three gulps of the dark liquid before he could hear someone else talking from behind the bar. Placing the glass back on the bar, he would position himself so that he could get a glimpse of who exactly was chatting it up with his bartender. The young woman was of Asian ethnicity as well, and probably the same as the bartender from what he could gather. The fact that he spoke a language that she seemed to understand gave him a clue, but it was nothing more than that.

She sipped on a red wine that the bartender, Takashi it would seem, had poured for her. He left her with some "words of wisdom", or whatever, to which they both grinned slightly at. Dillon figured that it was about him, and for some reason he always thought people were talking badly about him when they were speaking another language. This was probably because he usually did the same to others when he spoke Irish around others, but that's beside the point. He just sat there, drinking some more of his bourbon, as the female stood there and sized him up.

The door chime went off, letting all those inside know that someone else had entered the establishment. Dillon didn't really care about anyone else besides Kazuya at the moment, and so he ignored the new arrival as he continued to spin his straw between his fingers, but then Takashi walked up to him again and tapped on the bar to get his attention. Hey called Dillon "Gaijin", which he could only take as an insult because he didn't know what it meant, but he let it go when he was told that the boss was in.

Dillon would turn to greet Kazuya with squinty eyes and a big smile, but as he turned he noticed that his Japanese friend had already passed him by. Leaning back on the bench, he'd reach out behind him and grab for Kazuya's arm, or jacket if he was wearing one, to try and stop him from going any further. With his hand clenched around Lloyd's arm, his other would drop the straw and grab for his bourbon, taking another drink before clearing his throat and starting up the conversation.

"Man, Kazuya, you aren't the easiest guy to find, ya know that?" He'd say in his usual stoner fashion, looking over at Takashi for a moment as he placed his drink back on the bar. "And tell your bartender not to call me names, bro." He would make puppy dog eyes and have pouty lips as he looked back up at Kazuya. "It hurts my feelings..." Now, this was far from the truth, but he still didn't appreciate foreign name calling. If they were gonna do name calling, do it in a language he understood. He would then let out a loud whisper that everyone could hear, though it was directed at Kazuya. "And who's the hottie at the bar? Your sister? Dude, you should totally hook me up."  Soft chuckles would follow as he tried to grab his drink again, never letting go of Kazuya's arm. He didn't know if Kazuya would even remember him, but that wouldn't change how he acted around him. Dillon was a "fun loving" guy.

[Daruma Doll~]

Had the bar been a little more crowded, Chihiro may not have heard the words coming from the fresh meat's mouth. However, since it was only them, she could hear every word...especially the jibe in her direction. Sister, indeed! She carefully hid her face, though on the inside was rubbing her hands together. Even Takashi recognized the look, and went back to busying himself behind the bar.

Chihiro widened her eyes in an innocent fashion, sauntering up to the men. She touched the stranger's shoulder, adopting a sweet smile.

"Onii-chaaaaaaaan, who is your handsome friend?!"

She cooed, trailing her fingers on the young man's shoulders. Her chocolate eyes glinted as she brought the wine to her ruby red lips.

[Kazuya Hikari]

Feeling his arm being grabbed, Kazuya would instinctively form a fireball in his hand and began to whirl around to shove the fireball into his assailant, only to halt his arm in mid-air when he saw who it was that had grabbed him.

"... Well that's the point Dillon, if I was so easy to find, every rival Yakuza gang would be swarming Long Beach by now. Takashi called you names?"

The fireball dissipating from his hand, he would look up and over at Takashi, who would give a casual shrug of his shoulders while drying a glass.

"Gaijin."

A smirk appearing on Kazuya's face, he'd gently remove his arm from Dillon's grip, letting out a bark-like laugh, especially when his "sister" came sauntering up to them. Oh he knew instantly what Chihiro was thinking, what angle she was going to play.

"Nee-san! This is Dillon Kyne, the grandson of Roderick Kyne, one of great-grandfather's old friends and business partner. [Don't break him... too much.] Takashi wasn't calling you names Dillon, he just called you foreigner. You and every other non-Japanese in Long Beach would be called that. That 'hottie', as you so eloquently put it, is Chihiro Amuri, and as close to a second older sister I'll ever have. What do I look like, a dating site? Ask her out yourself."

Grabbing a seat on the stool at the far end of the bar, Takashi, who had been fighting hard to not smirk away, had managed to control his laughter and would pour Kazuya a shot glass of warm sake.

[Dillon Kyne]

As soon as Dillon grabbed his shoulder, Kazuya was ready to attack, but instead of a normal fist Dillon's face was almost hit by a fireball that Kazuya had somehow conjured. The look on his face was priceless, as his glazed eyes opened as wide as his inebriated status would let them, mouth agape as Kazuya finally realized who was holding his arm. As he explained why it wasn't easy to find him, Dillon was slightly distracted by the cute Asian honey that now had a hand on his shoulder. He had a little stoner chuckle since all of the Japanese people around him currently looked so much bigger than him, but that's what drugs do to you: Make you think of, and laugh at, the stupidest things.

Kazuya talked to his bartender about the "name calling" while Dillon simply stared up at the cute Japanese woman and smiled as she asked who her oni-san's handsome friend was. Whether or not she was being genuine, Dillon took a compliment from an attractive woman whenever he got one, which was quite often, but he hadn't had much luck with conquering the Land of the Rising Son's beauties. His gaze remained on her, even as he listened to Takashi tell Kazuya what he had called him, chuckling along with Kazuya, though probably for a different reason. "Gay djinn..." He'd say under his breath. "Don't want that granting my wishes." Another chuckle, as the woman's fingers trailed up his shoulder.

The moment that Kazuya started introducing everyone, Dillon would sit back up in his chair: His hair flicking a bit of rain water toward Chihiro on accident. He lazily waved off his connection to his grandfather with his hand, taking another couple swigs from his bourbon. Again, though it was Kazuya this time, Japanese was broken out for a single sentence which made Dillon look back at Kazuya and roll his eyes. And with gaijin meaning foreigner, Dillon shrugged and Takashi a "really" sort of look. "Hey, I was born here, man. If anything, you're the gaijin..." He kept his smile though, as he wasn't really mad, just pushing buttons to see which one worked.

With the beauty's name now freshly in his name, Dillon leaned back against her and looked up into her eyes, bringing his glass up to hers and clinging them together. "Naw man, I don't need a dating site." A quite drink before he continued. "Whadya say, gorgeous? Your bro-san from another mother said it's cool. Will you be my valentine?" Though his words may have sounded like a joke, he was being dead serious. Dillon wasn't one to work hard for women, since he didn't have the patience or interest to actually chase a woman. She was new, exotic, and not bad to look at, so she fit his "current" checklist.

"But give me a sec, hon, I gotta talk to the man of the house." Scooting over next to lead, bringing his drink along and pulling on Chihiro's hand to bring her to, he'd lean his head on Lloyd's shoulder. "So, not sure if you heard the news, but I'm sort of taking a break from the whole Ireland scene." Finishing up his bourbon, he'd plop the mug on the bar and point at it so that Takashi would refill it. "Anyway, gramps told me to search you out and "join forces", or whatever dated lingo he used for having us work together. How bout it?..." Takashi would bring him his refilled drink, to which Dillon would take one big gulp from before looking back at Kazuya. "...Partners?"

[Daruma Doll~]

Chihiro would tell this young man was blazed out of his mind. She smelt it on his clothes and in his hair, and his breath was beginning to carry the taste of bourbon. If she did have a type, it wouldn't be a mindless wreck, but luckily...she didn't have a type. She did as she saw fit.

She took a healthy sip of her wine, giggling as he clinked his glass with hers. Takashi rolled his eyes from across the bar, slightly jealous of the act Chihiro was putting on. However, he went about his job dutifully as contracted by Kazuya, only muttering to himself every so often.

"Heheh, Dillon-kun. You are...mm...a natural poet."

She smiled, her English moderately accented and pausing, as if she was looking for the word,kissing him on the cheek in response to his valentine question. When he turned his attention to Kazuya, she simply drew close to him, trailing her fingers on his knee and pretending that all their talk went over her head. However, she was listening intently. An alliance of Kazuya's was in her interest, as she was one of his best employees.

[Kazuya Hikari]

Takashi would simply smirk and continue drying the glass in his hand, if Dillon was trying to get a rise out of him, he wasn't getting one. Dillon was correct, but his nationality held no leverage in here, and both Takashi and Chihiro knew that.

"Not in here he is Dillon. Outside the bar, we're the foreigners, but inside here, this is my bar, and this is a small slice of Japan, making you the gaijin."

Heading down to the far end of the bar and sitting down on a stool, Kazuya would down the shot glass of sake Takashi placed down on the counter for him and refill the glass himself, giving Takashi a look that said 'Take it easy, she's just having her fun', as he would gradually get over his slight jealousy.

Feeling something rest on his shoulder, he'd turn his head slightly to the side and would see Dillon's head leaning on his shoulder from the corner of his eye. Exchanging glances with Kazuya, Takashi would pay no mind to Dillon's curt pointing and refill his mug with more bourbon before moving out from behind the counter and grabbing a mop and pail, would go to clean up the water and mud tracked in by Dillon, something he wasn't exactly thrilled about.

"... You, take a break? I didn't peg you for the sabbatical type of guy. Besides, I thought we were already in an alliance. Last I checked, it was my great-grandfather that formed the alliance with your grandfather, and my father continued to maintain that alliance when he took over as the family boss of the Hikari-gumi. Although..."

Trailing off, a thoughtful look appearing on Kazuya's face, given the recent events that took place, most of all Leon Sudeki passing his title of The Lightning Dragon to Lucien DeChain, after Eurydice had gone after him to check on him, she managing to dissipate his rage, an idea had formed in his mind afterwards.

"... Partners. But, not as a Dragon, but as the successor to the Hikari-gumi. I had been mulling over the idea of splintering from the Dragons and forming a gang of my own. With you here now, maybe, just maybe, I can put that idea into motion. I have the basic details figured out, as well as what territory will be claimed if I decide to go with it."

[Dillon Kyne]

Dillon wasn't sure if Chihiro was sincere in her reactions to his flirting, or simply playing with him, but so long as he was getting attention he could've cared less. They could keep playing with each other until she got bored and hopped over to someone else for all he cared, as long as he was the center of attention at the moment. The kiss to his cheek, and her fingers trailing over his knee gave him quite the shit grin, which was now directed straight at Takashi. The bartender had been giving Dillon glares and rolling his eyes whenever Chihiro spoke to, or touched, Dillon, and so at the very least he had found one of the man's buttons. Past relations or no, Dillon would enjoy himself while he could.

The whole re-explanation of gaijin pretty much went over Dillon's head, as he was teasing Takashi by placing his free hand over the one that Chihiro was tracing his knee with, lightly caressing the palm of her hand as he looked back and forth between Takashi and herself. When Kazuya started talking about their families, however, his attention would shift back to the owner of the bar, pulling Chihiro over to him. If she allowed it, he would have her take a seat on his lap. If not, he would simply offer her a place right next to him. Anything to see the continued frustration on Takashi's face.

"Umm, yeah... About Ireland... Some shit went down, and so I've decided to take some time away and get back to my American roots. As for our family alliance, it doesn-" Dillon stopped himself the moment that Kazuya did as well, seeing the cogs in his Japanese friend's mind turn and whirl. Whatever he was thinking about had to be good, and Dillon was ready for something different. He had spent the last four months doing nothing but drinking, smoking, and gathering information, so a dip into the pool of his old life would be a most welcome change.

As the word "Partners" left Kazuya's mouth, Dillon would chuckle lightly as he took another big swig from his bourbon and wrapped his other arm around Chihiro's waist, wherever she ended up sitting. He continued to listen as Kaz explained that he wanted to splinter away from the Dragon's and start his own group, which in Dillon's mind meant that he wouldn't just be some lackey if he joined in on the fun. The basic plans were thought out already, and now that Dillon was around they could start going through with everything. Dillon's body began shaking, ever so slightly, in anticipation as he placed his boubon on the bar for a moment.

Smacking Kazuya's back, he'd return Chihiro's cheek kiss with his own, getting as close to her lips as she would allow, before grabbing his bourbon once again and taking another quick drink. "Almost sounds like a rebellion from where I'm sitting, but as long as I've got my old friend besides me, and his sexy sibling along for the ride, I'm down for causing a bit of a ruckus." Taking another gulp of bourbon, he'd shake his head a bit before continuing. "Who am I kidding? I'd be down for it even if it was some random up-and-comer, at this point, but whatever. You've got my personal allegiance, Kazoo, for what it's worth."

With most of that business done for the moment, Dillon would turn his gaze back toward Takashi, sizing up how much he had made the bartender hate him in such a short time. Traipsing in the mud and rain water from outside, flirting with Chihiro, and just being a generally annoying person to him: He had done as much as he needed to in order to imprint his name and memory onto Takashi's mind, which was good since it would appear that Dillon would be spending much time in this bar. He'd jab Kazuya's right arm with his left elbow, leaning in toward him for a moment. "I don't think this one is very fond of me..." He'd say, nodding his head toward Takashi with a cocky little grin.  

[Daruma Doll~]

Chihiro giggled briefly as Dillon pulled her into his lap, and she obliged. Most of her act was show, though she did love the attention it got her. What Dillon didn't know was that she was Kazuya's employee, and one of the best assassins in the world. This was a common routine, the rich strong businessman and his courtesan friend. One signal from Kazuya, and she would snap his neck quicker than he could say 'Well that wasn't very nice!'

Luckily for Dillon, it appeared that Kazuya was friendly with him, and she wasn't on guard. In fact, Dillon had wandered into the Lion's den, there wasn't much for Chihiro to be worried about.

"Oh?"

She looked over to Takashi as if noticing him for the first time since Dillon walked in. She smiled brightly and trailed a finger down Dillon's cheek.

"He is like that with everyone. You will...what is it...You will grow on him."

She switched the pronouns around on the typical phrase 'He will grow on you' with her adorable Japanese accent, as if English wasn't her strong suit, when she in fact knew five languages fluently, with English as her native tongue.

[Kazuya Hikari]

Looking up from his task of mopping up the muddy water at the entrance to the bar, Takashi would raise an eyebrow and give a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders before returning to his task, though inside, he was smirking just as much as Kazuya was smirking currently, after Dillon had jabbed his right arm with his left elbow.

Both of them knew that Chihiro was only acting like she was ESL, when in fact, she was fluent in more languages than both of them combined. Takashi was bilingual, knowing both Japanese and English, while Kazuya was multilingual, knowing Japanese, English, Mandarin, Cantonese, and Russian. Keeping that in mind, Takashi had gotten over his jealousy and was now getting nothing but amusement watching Chihiro work her charms on the gaijin.

"Well you did trail in mud and rain water inside Dillon. I wouldn't be happy either if I had to clean it up. Thanks Takashi, I'll take over from here."

Nodding after he had finished cleaning up, the floor looking spick and span, Takashi would lift the bucket up and as he passed by Chihiro, he'd give her a brief look that said 'Don't break him... too much butterfly' before disappearing into the kitchen.

"... I have a few potential recruits in mind to complete our gang, two of them in the Dragons as well, and one who is part of the Dragons by association only."

[Dillon Kyne]

Chihiro got a quick chuckle from Dillon as she seemed to tease Takashi by trailer her finger down his cheek. He knew that Japanese women had a thing for western men, but he also had a sneaking suspicion that she was playing just as much of a game as he was. Not that he cared, since he was getting everything he wanted from her anyway. They could each act their respective part until leaving each other's side for all he cared. In fact, he preferred it when he was sure that he could leave a girl with no strings attached. Less worry for him, and far more enjoyment.

"I tend to grow on most people, so it wouldn't surprise me." Not that him growing on people was always a good thing, but he almost always left some sort of long lasting impression on the people he met.

Kazuya made a good point about the water and mud that Dillon had trailed in, but he simply shrugged at the mention of it, mouthing the words I'm sorry at Takashi with a sly little grin. He was an employee of Kazuya's, so as far as Dillon was concerned it was his job to make sure the establishment was in pristine condition. With the new alliance between Dillon and Kazuya, it wouldn't be the last time that he'd have to clean up after the Irish addict. The thought alone made him laugh a bit to himself, kissing Chihiro's neck as Kazuya went on with the business at hand.

The mention of a few other possible people to be included in their little faction was a good addition, since he was pretty sure that two people weren't going to make much of a difference in the long run. A major plus was that two of them would be from the Dragons, while the other was at least affiliated with them, so they at least had history with Kazuya. Dillon would definitely be the outsider in their little group, but he would take the time to get to know his future allies when the time came.

"I'll have to introduce myself to these potential allies when the time comes." He'd chug his bourbon until the mug was empty, placing it on the bar as he leaned his head against Chihiro's. With Takashi in the kitchen, he wouldn't be able to get a refill for a bit, which was a bummer, but at least he was in good company. "What about my adorable Chihiro here?" The question was directed at both her and Kazuya, since he wanted to know if the answer would be the same between the two of them. "I feel like my morale would wane if she wasn't around. I mean, look at her!" Yeah, he was a bit out of it, but he definitely played it up. He was genuinely curious as to where she stood on everything.

[Daruma Doll~]

[ooc: Sorry! Been sick :@]
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Chihiro listened to the men talk, sipping on her glass of wine piecing everything together. Kazuya hadn't mentioned having allies with people like Dillon, but then again Kazuya was a businessman, and most of his political nonsense, Chihiro couldn't give two shits about. That's why he was the boss man, he handled all the paperwork. Chihiro's job was to look pretty and shank anyone who looked at them funny. It was simple and easy, though took tremendous skill and training. It wasn't that easy, but to Chihiro it was like teaching kindergarten after getting a PHD. She did the work, she got paid, she had immunity. That was all that mattered.

Chi giggled as the man kissed her neck, not batting him away, but instead running her free hand through his hair that was still a bit wet from the rain. What a handsome little toy, he seemed to be enjoying the attention. She would see a pretty symbiotic relationship in their future if he continued to work for Kazuya. 'Relationship/ being used in the most loose of contexts.

"I work for Mister Kazuya. Wherever he is, I stand. I am his...um...性の奴隷...se-cre-tah-ree."

Sei no dorei...sex slave. A total lie, but a good laugh on the gaijin. Chihiro's smile brightened and a small laughed escaped her cherry lips, appearing as if she was laughing at her own pronunciation of 'secretary.' She brought the wine back to her lips once more, finishing the glass and setting it down next to Dillon's.

[Kazuya Hikari]

Scowling away as he walked past the others with the bucket and mop in hand, although Takashi appeared less than thrilled seeing Dillon mouthe an apology and shoot a sly grin at him, inside, he was working hard not to roar with laughter, because watching Chihiro's act on the gaijin was entertainment in itself. Disappearing into the kitchen, he allowed a low chuckle to escape, he had watched many a young man end up wrapped around her finger in the bar, only to be tossed aside like yesterday's garbage.

It was incredibly amusing to watch.

"Just don't push too many buttons when you do. Either wise it'll make working with them incredibly difficult, and cause me unnecessary trouble and grief."

Getting up off his stool, Kazuya would slide in behind the counter, and grabbing the bottle of bourbon from one of the glass shelves, would quickly grab two cubes of ice and drop them into Dillon's mug, before refilling his mug up. Placing the bottle back on the shelf and grabbing the bottle of dark red wine for his pseudo older sister, a wry smirk would tug at the corners of his mouth as he would refill her glass. Apparently she was more than just his older sister, she was also his secretary who was really his sex slave.

Yeah. Sure.

"... Don't worry your little blazed head, Chihiro goes where I go. [After all, you are my sex slave Chihiro. I expect to see you in my bed tonight...]"

It was going to be the running joke between the two of them now. Not that Dillon would know. Resting both arms on top of the counter after placing the bottle of wine away on the shelf, his trademark slight smirk still on his face, he would "look" at Chihiro as he leaned against the counter, sticking his left index finger up and create a flame the size of a lighter flame on the tip of his finger.

"... Levi Kayamei, Raikotsu Sudeki, and Eurydice Sudeki. Those are the three potential recruits I have in mind. Levi is Leon Sudeki, The Lightning Dragon's apprentice, Raikotsu is Leon's nephew, and Eurydice is Leon's wife. Seek them out... if you can find them that is. [Don't keep me waiting Chihiro.]"

And unless he was stopped, stepping out from behind the counter, Kazuya would begin to head out of the bar, back into the rain, and head home.

[Dillon Kyne]

Dillon was indeed enjoying his time within the unique Japanese establishment, with the combination of pot, bourbon, and good company all coming together in a nearly perfect cocktail. Having a pretty girl sitting on his lap and giving him plenty of attention was never a bad thing in his eyes, especially when said girl was seemingly so adorable with her broken English. If she was overselling it, he couldn't tell, nor did he care, because of how much he enjoyed it. He hadn't had many interactions with Japanese folk beside Kazuya, and even that was admittedly brief. He knew that their alliance was built upon the one that their families had, and true trust would have to be earned, but Dillon didn't care to build a strong foundation. Either people accepted him when they saw his true nature, or they ended relations there. He would only act to a certain extent before letting go. Maybe Kazuya was aware of this.

Chihiro played with his hair, which was always a good feeling to him, before quelling Dillon's fears that she may not take part in their little plan. She made it clear that wherever Kazuya went, she followed, saying that she was his secretary, but in Japanese. When she giggled at her mispronunciation of the word, Dillon would laugh heartily along with her. He was completely oblivious to what the word she had said actually meant, and wouldn't even think to bring it up. "Good to hear. I've always had a thing for secretaries, though it's been awhile since I've actually met one." Kazuya had seemed amused by her as well, so Dillon believed they were all on the same page. He was wrong, but that didn't matter. They all seemed to be enjoying themselves, so it was good to have a group that he felt a part of again, even if he was the gaijin.

Kazuya didn't take his time in lightly scolding Dillon, but at the same time bot, about messing with his staff. He would just continue to laugh to himself for a bit, before putting on an obviously fake serious face and turning to Kazuya. "Oh, I would hate to cause you unnecessary trouble or grief, Master Kazuya." It was obvious that Dillon wouldn't be tied down by the rules like Kazuya's other partners, and he loved to let people know that. Sure, if Kazuya ordered it, Dillon could have a knife in his throat from his sultry assassin, but he didn't know that. He lived by the seat of his pants, recklessly moving forward through life without much of a care for anyone or anything. That's just who he was.

He'd keep his eyes on his fiery friend as Kazuya made his way behind the counter to refill his mug with the delicious bourbon. He even assured Dillon that Chihiro would go where he went, commenting on Dillon's current mental state. Or really, his near permanent mental state. They'd come to find this as the norm the more time they spent with him. Dillon would start to down his newly filled glass, ignoring the Japanese that came out of Kazuya's lips. It was just noise to him, so what was the point in listening to it? He was nearly half way done with his mug when Kazuya had finished filling Chihiro's glass and was now making a flame at the tip of his finger, which Dillon would slowly move his free hand to try and grab. His friend's flame powers were still amazing to him, and his current state wasn't helping his curiosity.

When Kazuya started spouting out names, however, Dillon would stop moving his hand toward the flame and instead rest it on Chihiro's lap. He made a mental note of each name that was spoken, blanking out their descriptions as he went back to finishing his mug. He knew that he was reaching the point that stopping was a good idea, but he wasn't one to waste even a drop. With Kazuya's list having been given to Chihiro, he went to grab his coat and get ready to leave. Dillon would finish his mug, slamming it on the bar, and turn to Kazuya with an excited wave of his drinking arm. "Don't worry brotha, I'll hold down the fort while you're out!" And with that, Kazuya would leave the establishment, and Dillon would shift out from under Chihiro: sliding her the opposite way so she would end up sitting where he was. He'd stumble over to one of the tables, half playing it up and half not, before climbing on top and laying down. "Okay, Chihiro, you hold down the fort while I... while I-" All that followed was the sound of slumber, as he passed out on the table.