A Night of Drinks and Laughter [o]

[Trigga]

The way she bit down on her lip, it gave away her intrinsic intimacies. Yet, as she shied away from allowing the substance behind his compliment to share interaction with the man's amber optics, confliction had arose. As if being read a book, the Uchiha was aware of what was going on, and yet he expended nominal effort. The things she wanted to do conflicted with something, he just couldn't pinpoint the source: Moral values, personal anxieties, shyness, a befouled past, the possibilities were numerous. Nonetheless, how she reacted to anything was indeed entitled to her free will. He wouldn't make this anymore ill-fitting for her if he already had so. Nevertheless, something about her, something more fundamental then what met the eye triggered an ever-growing curiosity in the Niidaime.

Inadvertently though, the blue-haired Uchiha has fallen for her ingenious and sensual ploy. His eyes now leveling with her lips and noticing the faint impression of sensuality flooding such a suble gesture. It was enticing to say the least. Having already decided his night would be spent with the woman and enjoying her company, this subtle flirting was bound to ensue with time. Ryûsuke couldn't help to also take into his senses, the woman's cheeks as the blush quickly overwhelm her skin. Such a flawless and beauteous complexion she held, it was astonishing to see someone with perfection on the outside and internally as well. Yes, he called her complete-- and the reason because she wasn't. From their short conversation to the understanding of her body signals, it was keen to see she was imperfect, and didn't try to hide it. Her personality, mannerisms, character and values were all hers. That, in itself-- the ability to me 'yourself' made her perfection in his eyes.

“I tried my best to instill into him, the value and responsibility of appreciation women.” He exclaimed, taking another cupful to the head, allowing his throat to be moistened once more as he placed his cup on the table and gave her his full and undivided attention. “I've seen women do so many things and they're so vital to our continuation--- they deserve to have such gratitude and attention.” Emphasis placed on the end of his statement, almond, sensual eyes continued to pierce the frame of Miyako as the Uchiha smiled charmingly. “I'm glad he showed you that same respect.” It was amazing; even in his absence, did the boy continue to hold dear to his teachings, and while reaching the status of high-ninja, his humility never diminished. At least Ryûsuke could smile knowing he didn't fail in one thing.

Conversation was reaching a new level of interesting, and the Uchiha found himself fully-indugled. Nonetheless, leave it to the drunken masses to ruin a good environment. “E-excuze m-meh!” It was swift-moving and never the more destructive; even beyond the Hokage's command. From Miyako's back, one of the intoxicated many had stumbled over, slurred in his words in loose in his steps. While trying to stop himself, he just couldn't and before he knew it, the full glass of sake he held found itself flooding over the lovely woman's attire; Ryûsuke's eyes widened in distraught as he instantly jumped up.

”Miyako-chan! Are you alright?!---- Your dress.”

[allie]

she hoped her attempts at responding weren't to obvious but at the same time made their impact. she liked this guy. whether it was the handsome face, no doubt glorious body, and masculinity rolling off him in waves or the whole being a good father with gentlemanly manners, miyako couldn't help but want it all. it had been at least a year since she had flirted with someone though, let alone wanted to flirt with someone. her skills were probably a bit rusty. she just hoped they weren't completely blunt. she was starting to feel the sake now. miyako remembered why she didn't usually drink the damn thing. rice wine tended to hit quickly, even only after a few drinks. she was only a little tipsy though, thank goodness. drunken flirting usually only resulted in one thing, in miyakos experience; a sore head in the morning and either someone in her bed or miyako in someone else's bed.

as ryûsuke spoke she had to stop herself from laughing. not necessarily at him, but just at how well he was playing his cards. if every guy said the things that he did, they would have a lot more luck with the ladies, that's for sure. she nodded her head though, distracted by his eyes again. he'd said her eyes were pretty, but what about his? damn if miyako couldn't stare into them all day. i'm acting like a teenage girl with a silly little crush, she thought, but still she couldn't help herself. his were the nicest shade of almond with at least a couple specks of gold. or at least, that's what miyako could see. she didn't have her glasses on but hell if she couldn't exaggerate a little. the shape of them was perfect too. miyako and her friends had a term for these kinds of eyes. bedroom eyes. the kind of eyes you want to be looking into during a hot steamy session or waking up to in the morning. damn damn damn. this night wasn't going to end well at all at this rate, was it? she had two paths she could walk down and while one was a little more daring than she usually was, it sounded a lot better than the run home to bed option.

"i- i know i've only just met ashura, but i feel like i can say that you really have done well with him. for a kid of his.. background, and even now in the position he is in, he's truly wonderful. i hope--" miyako's little rambling was cut short when she felt liquid spill all over her. she hadn't heard the ruckus of the drunken man at all in time to move, busy as she focusing on ryûsuke. for a moment it took a bit to actually set in, but as she felt the sake soaking through the front of her flimsy dress and down into her cleavage she had to bite her lip from swearing. and this time it wasn't a sexy kind of bite to the side, but a full on sink her teeth in hard enough to nearly draw blood kind of bite.

"o-oh i'm sooo slorrry," the man drunkenly apologised. he was picking up napkins, trying to wipe up the mess. miyako recovered from the shock just in time to stop him from trying to wipe the sake from her cleavage. her hand closed around his wrist and move it away from her, firm enough to not be gentle, but politely enough so that he wouldn't get too offended.

"it's alright, it's alright," she chimed, forcing a smile to hide her own embarrassment. trust her night to be ruined by some drunk. she did feel sorry for the poor guy though. he looked miserable. "you poor thing. you're going to have the nastiest hangover, aren't you?" she stood up, releasing her grip on his arm. annoyed as she was with him she genuinely did feel bad for him. it was in her nature to. "make sure you go eat something soon, okay? and drink lots of water. i'll deal with this." she gave him a friendly wink, and he seemed to get the hint to move off into the crowd. hopefully toward a source of food. having dealt with him, she moved on to the next issue. looking down at herself, miyako cringed. the dress was clinging to everything now. how much liquid could that guys glass of held? from the chest to her midriff, the dress was soaked. the smell of it was making her queasy. grabbing a few napkins, miyako tried to clean up what she could from her chest.

"i'm sorry, ryûsuke-sama. it looks like i'll have to head home now."

[Trigga]

As much as allowing his eyes to savor every moment of a beautiful woman (who he enjoyed being around) soaked and embraced by her own wet dress, the circumstance wouldn't reassert the sensuality of his thoughts. Almost immediately following the apology of the drunken man who decided to receive his cup of the foul, though unpretentious liquid upon his guest, the Uchiha stood. “Are you alright?” His words were directed at Miyako, though his steps guided him over towards the man. It wouldn't be long before he crossed the gap and found himself staring the embarrassed drunk down with an impassive stare. While he was against starting violence, he felt more strongly in protecting a woman's space.

The only measure of reason stopping the Niidaime for yielding his vow of peace was Miyako's kind and absolvitory words. His clenched fists loosening and falling limp as he turned to face her as she spoke out to him. “Don't apologize to me. Accidents happen.” While discomfited, the Uchiha was ignorant to the fact that the drunk realized he was now bothering a shinobi and waved his hands, surrendering to whatever faith he was going to acquire. “However, wait one moment.” He instructed her as he turned to face the man. You need to rest, he thought to himself, placing one hand on the man's shoulder, the blue-haired shinobi would then guide the man to a seat, ordering him a tea and water before walking back over to the blonde.

“Its dark out and while I'm sure you can manage, it would put my mind at ease if you'd allow me to walk you home.” His voice devoid of perversion and malice, the Uchiha looked on with calm eyes once more. The streets of any major village were always filled with perverted individuals and crime; even more so on nights were the masses were in attendance in one central location. This also acted as a measure to make sure he could spend as much time as possible with Miyako before retreating himself; even if the span of time would only last a few moments in the form of a walk home.

[allie]

seeing ryûsuke take care of the drunk man and get him settled with tea and water was yet another kind of bonus point on his chart. usually guys would try to make a big macho scene out of something like that; abuse the guy, tell him a few choice words, hell some could even get physical. as flattering as it could be to have a guy be all protective and snarly like that, it was generally a lot more satisfying when they could just deal with the situation quietly. miyako smiled a fond kind of smile at him, placing the napkins back on the table. she had moped up what she could from her chest and dress, but she was still an absolute mess. sighing, she made an attempt at fixing her hair, which was more or less just bunching it to the side and over her shoulder. how the hell was she going to make it home looking like this? men could be unsavory enough as it was, but she knew very well they would be a lot worse tonight with all the drinking and partying going on. she sighed, wrapping her arms around herself. it was starting to get cold. she really should have brought that cardigan.

ryûsuke eased her worries when came back from dealing with the drunk. the offer to walk her home was way too good to decline, so she nodded her head slowly, head tilted to the side again with that little smirk. she stood there for a moment, looking at him silently yet at the same time, it would have seemed like she was thinking of something to say. she stood like that for longer than necessary until she finally snapped out of it, blushing. what was wrong with her tonight? ryûsuke was going to start thinking her simple minded.

"i don't live too far away.." she murmured, "but thank you. that would be lovely." boldly, she reached out to move a strand of his hair that looked out of place, pushing it back in with the rest of it. she hadn't even realised what she was doing before she did it. it was like ruffling ashura's hair. you're being way too familiar, miyako. she warned herself as she pulled her hand away. but really, did she care? she wanted to flirt with him, so she was flirting. she couldn't keep changing her mind about it or doubting what she was doing. she swallowed nervously and brushed past him as she started to lead the way out and through the crowd, expecting him to follow her.

[Trigga]

The drunk soon found nirvana within the stilted comfort of his chair, easily dozing off and passing the time with a deep slumber amongst the masses. “I’ll look after him, Ryuu-boy” Takirami informed the former Hokage with a large grin. A nod of recognition was all the Uchiha could forward him, not bothering wasting another breath on the man, but yet allowing him to rest serenely and work off the intoxication naturally. Turning to face the woman, Ryūsuke couldn’t help but to look on confusingly, before allowing his face to relax into a warm smile as he realized the meaning behind the look the woman gave him. It was filled with encouragement and hope that was once lost; she was as pure in heart as she was beautiful in character.

Snatching the blazer that accompanied his suit, the Jōnin eased behind the woman as she exited the building and moved into the night’s embrace. Ashura was a strong and conscientious boy, he would find his way back to the Uchiha district safely—though the man was curious as to the current state of his Estate—was it still up-to-dat on its bills? Smiling at the thought, he was quite sure his son used the funds entrusted to him by his father to keep on top of his tasks. Even in his absence, Ryūsuke spent his days forging a place for Ashura to call a home; it would be a shame for such a fine property to foreclose.

Meanwhile, in reality, Ryūsuke continued behind the woman as she led him to her abode, though not before noticing a slight shiver in her body. “Its cool out, here, take this.” Before she could refute his claim, Miyako would find her shoulders considerably shift in temperature as her body would be welcomed with a newfound source of heat. Having placed his jacket over her, the man rubbed her arms gently, allowing more warmth to generate from the momentum. “Don’t want you catching a cold” If she decided to turn to face the Uchiha, she’d be met with an attractive smile and soft, tranquil eyes of gold.

[allie]

admittedly, miyako had fully expected ryūsuke to offer her his blazer. he was that type of guy, she already knew from their time talking and interacting tonight. she could guess that he'd be the type to open doors for you, remember anniversaries and the little things. at least she assumed he was. she hoped he was. as much as she'd expected him to offer up a source of warmth though, she hadn't expected him to execute his gentlemanly act in quite the way that he did. not that she had any complaints. when she felt the blazer settle on her shoulders miyako stopped walking. "oh," she breathed. it was more than appreciated, but when he rubbed her arms gently she almost melted. this man was going to be damn trouble, wasn't he?

she didn't want to move, as much as she knew she should. and as much as she knew she shouldn't turn around, she knew she would be able to help herself. miyako stepped back enough so that her back would be touching his chest. he was so warm. she stood like that for a moment or two longer than necessary. she knew that she should keep on walking. knew, but didn't care. biting her lip, she turned around slowly. the first thing she saw was eyes like liquid gold and the next was his mouth with that damn smile that belonged in one of those women's weekly magazines. what was he, a model on the side? she swallowed thickly, her tongue darting out to slowly lick her lips. miyako had nice lips. kissing lips, men said. they were full and plush and soft to the touch. she wondered what his were like. they looked soft. and with that thought she was already leaning in close, standing up tall because even in her awful high heels he was taller than her by a little. she was pressed up against him now, not too much to be overbearing but enough so that she was right there -- that is, if he didn't pull away or step back.

standing like that with her eyes hooded, eyes too focused on his lips, she boldly lifted her mouth up to his but she didn't kiss him just yet. only hovered so that he'd feel the warmth of her breath against his mouth and feel that kind of anticipation. she hesitated, though, standing there like that with her lips little more than half an inch away from his. she hesitated and faltered. coming back to herself, she looked up into his eyes. oceanic blue met amber gold and for a moment, again, she didn't move, still standing close.

"thank you," she murmured finally.

then, the moment was broken when she stepped back three places with a sly smile. however fleeting that little move she'd just pulled was, she could still feel the tingle of his warmth through ever part of her. what was it about this guy? she'd seen plenty of attractive guys, dated a few. so it wasn't just his looks. miyako watched him, knowing she should get a move on but at the same time not wanting to make a move. she stood still in front of him, waiting to see what his next move would be.

[Trigga]

Anticipation

He was precise and vigilant with his hands, making sure his gesture didn’t agitate her natural state of calm. Her fidgets, while present, weren’t those of discomfort or timidity—simply the cold settling in. As his palms graced the sides of her arms, sliding up and down gradually, though with confidence in their ability to heat her body, the man held his smile resolute. Her body was ubiquitous, and even as she was turned away, peering into the nearby districts or even the sky, the man could tell exactly where her attention was as she stopped. Worried for the briefest of moments, Ryūsuke didn’t waver in his massaging endeavor.

Then she moved back. The arch in her lower trunk riding against his clothed abdomen as he found his elbows receding back towards his sides to accommodate the lack of distance between the two. Still, his arms gliding against the fabric of his blazer, with enough force to touch her skin in the most intimate of manners. His head unhurriedly leaning in as his chin was just millimeters from touching against her shoulder, his palms would soon find vacant rims as she moved out and turned towards him. What happened next, however, couldn’t be explained in words or even described with infinite pictures—it was something so profound, only the heart and spirit could truly comprehend it.

The way she bit down on her lip, it sent shivers through the man’s body; still, he couldn’t show such a weakness within himself as he stood upright. She closed in once more, her true voluptuousness gaining weight and substance as the space between the two dwindled down to nothing more than a hair’s length. Calm resting eyes of amber gold met flawlessly with ocean blue, Ryūsuke’s gaze immediately resorted to a more sensual and apt appeal for this current moment, hers doing the same as she leaned in, and without touching lips, her intent flooded through the man’s senses. Thank you. And she pulled away; though the desire in her face hadn’t subsided.

She looked and waited, as if desiring something from him. Luckily, he caught on to cues almost instinctively and without thinking much, did the Uchiha advance upon her. His steps were composed and his eyes leveled with hers. His lips, sought-after, and his charm, boundless, the man found himself too close in comfort with the woman. His head surrendering, it would lower, long, lush waves of blue blocking the sides of his face as his lips hovered barely an inch away from the side of her neck. It would levitate around, slowly and deliberate, savoring all time and enjoying the heavenly scent that exuded from her skin. It didn’t take long, though with such anticipation, it felt as if time stopped. Though his lips had finally met with their destination—directly in front of her own.

He closed in, lips so close, touching was almost inevitable, though in the slightest of seconds, he reacted, allowing his head to slowly avert from in front of hers and to her side; his lips now near her ear. “No need to thank me,” He exclaimed, allowing one, singular, though full kiss to caress the side of her cheek. His head slowly moving back as his eyes, narrow and sensual fell towards hers. He’d rest in her space, not moving back and exposing himself to all denigration or acceptance. What would she do?

[allie]

miyako told herself over and over to keep on walking. they were close enough to her apartment, maybe she should just leave it there? leave it somewhere safe. because lord knew if this kind of interaction when on any longer she was going to wake up in the morning with messy sheets and maybe this man next to her, assuming he wasn't the kind to sneak out. but who was she trying to fool? this man was a ninja. every other ninja she'd dated or played around with was always the sneak out type. they lived hard, cold lives. they didn't want cuddling after sex or breakfast in bed in the morning. they wanted a warm body for a couple of hours, soft lips and soft curves. they never wanted all the emotional ties that came with staying. ryūsuke uchiha might be all kind words and gentlemanly manners but miyako was going to wager that she was probably just going to be another heated night and nothing more. did she want that, though? no. she wanted something more, something lasting. fucking this guy - because damn straight that's where kissing him (which is what she wanted to do, more than anything) - would ruin any chances of that. you don't give out too quickly, her elder cousins always told her. when guys get the prize too quickly they ditch even quicker.

she blinked. through all her messy thoughts she hadn't even registered that in the short moments she'd stepped away and afterwards, ryūsuke closed the distance himself. to hell with the rules, she decided, because as soon as his delicious warmth and that smell of metal, sun and man enveloped her she wanted to do nothing more than kiss and touch and forget about all of them. her breathing turned heavy quite quickly when she felt him looming above her, mouth so close to her neck but not touching, just moving, hovering. only seconds could have passed but it felt like hours before his lips were right in front of her own. but still he didn't close the distance and it made her squirm. and then he moved again and now they were hovering near her ear and gods, just the feel of his breath made her audibly whimper and then he kissed his cheek and there was no turning back now.

before she even registered what she was doing, miyako had her fingers threaded through his hair. it took one moment of hesitation but once she ignored that, she closed the distance and softly pressed her lips against his, fully. the sensation from just a kiss was delicious.

[Trigga]

Soft, nimble fingers found their way clearly through an ocean of blue and soft, full lips landed gently upon the surface of the Uchiha’s. Eyes widening for a moment, they would unceremoniously, and without vacillation, lower before sealing completely. He couldn’t control himself, and while he couldn’t move, he didn’t want to. The sky was painted a lovely shade of amethyst and onyx with small, almost minute sparkles of white—and like those little specs of white, while they were subtle, in reality, they were grand and powerful stars. This moment, while subtle and infinitesimal, was powerful and held weight.

A kiss, a simple touch of lips—it was something surreal—and Miyako had presented a possibility for something much more.

They were interlocked for the moment, and this sensation wouldn’t end after just one kiss for Ryūsuke, relinquishing his mind, would allow his body to take over. His arms promptly moved around her waist, and as they moved backwards, him guiding her towards a wall—if she didn’t reject—she would soon find her back pressing against a straight edifice. His hands caressing herb back before one moved up, navigating her curves until they finally met with a paradise of fair blonde; his fingers now running through her hair as he continued to kiss her with passion and serenity fulfilling any and all cues of expectancy.

What was he doing? What he wanted. His consciousness imprisoned and his emotions leading this new, foreign side, the Uchiha couldn’t help himself. He was gentle, though masculine and self-assured enough to give her his attention and purpose. How she would react, was entirely up to her, however, he could only hope what he was feeling pulsed through Miyako as well. Pulling back for a momet, his breathing heavy and his eyes still sealed mostly; only revealing a fragment of the golden amber, he would speak softly.

”We should probably get you home..”

[allie]

do you mind?

just one little kiss, miyako lied to herself when she first closed that short distance between them. but what she had tried to mean as an innocent kiss at first soon turned into something else entirely when he reacted. his touch warmed her to the core and spread through like wildfire. she tugged at his hair, pressed closer and her lips melted against his; moving with his expertly. she hadn't even noticed that he was moving them both backwards until he had her back pressed up against a cold, hard wall. he really knew how to take control in just the right ways, didn't he? she smiled inbetween kisses, arms wrapped firmly around his neck now. as much as he was in control though (because lord knew miyako was giving in to it all without any fuss), he was still gentle. it was sweet, almost as sweet as the first kiss and the plenty that followed and were yet to come. there wouldn't be any turning back now.

when he pulled back slightly, enough to break the kiss, miyako pouted. she felt like a child who had had their icecream taken off of them and dangled in front of their face. he was right there and his breathing was as heavy as hers, eyes closed to a certain point that made him look oh so much sexier and when he spoke, it was soft, almost caring. home? she frowned at first, confused. she had already forgotten what they'd been doing before she'd kissed him. he was walking her home. her dress was ruined. she smelled of the sake she'd been drenched in and it wasn't too pleasant. but still, she didn't want to move. she wanted to stay there and kiss him silly. after he'd suggested going home she'd been silent still, looking at him with a soft, shy sort of expression. she tilted her head to the side so she could kiss just under his ear, and from there she trailed feather soft kisses along his jaw to the corner of his mouth, which she kissed too.

"we should," she murmured, her head feeling fuzzy. she didn't want to move, but they couldn't stay here. the street wasn't very populated right now but she was sure there were people walking past. in fact, looking over his shoulder, miyako spotted a couple of onlookers. blushing hotly she hid her face in against ryu's chest. "we really should," she repeated, her words muffled. "my apartments just at the end of the street.." still, she didn't move, comfortably leaning against him.

[Trigga]

What you need

It was intoxicating: Her scent, the way she carried herself, and the way she used what she had to attain what she wanted. A woman was only as powerful as the instruments she had at her disposal, and more prominently, the quality of her heart. Having known her for nothing short of an hour, the Uchiha had found himself wedged between confliction and pleasure. As strong as he was, and as influential as his words had become, this unassailable figure—the Uchiha—was nothing more than a pawn to this woman. No, he felt more like a King. Breathe still fluctuating, he didn’t bother trying to calm his pulse—he felt content with being this vulnerable, this susceptible—this exposed.

Peach-colored lips, full and luscious, continued to migrate across his facial realm, only to find refuge at the corner of the man’s mouth. Visually ignorant to those on-looking and speculating, Ryūsuke looked down, quietly laughing beneath his breath as she sheltered her face in his chest. Agreeing to return to her apartment, the blue-haired Shinobi waited a moment, allowing his embrace upon her to achieve all possible fulfillments from its ephemeral tangibility, before pulling back as he stood to her side. Guiding her arm around his, he turned to her, placing one soft, gentle kiss upon her cheek once more as he then peered down the alleyway.

“Lead the way.” he announced, allowing her to grow as close to him as she wanted as he awaited her to navigate the dense corridor and eventually lead him to her humble abode. Ashura was quite the thorough young lad, and he did something magical when he introduced his father to Miyako. The product of something as simple as a meeting could spiral into something more insightful, though it would be accepted. Hopefully, their night wouldn’t just end with a walk to her door and a hug goodbye—she deserved so much more than that.

[allie]

as ryūsuke moved away from her, miyako almost pulled him straight back. even standing at her side and his blazer over her shoulders, she was cold once more. she wanted to be pressed up against him again, in more ways than one. however when he wrapped his arm around her and kissed her on the cheek again she instantly felt warm. just the simplest of touches from this man were igniting. later, when she was completely sober and sensible, miyako would blame all this on the alcohol. but in truth, she was already sobering up. it was just the interaction, the flirting, the touching and the kissing that had her head in a haze. she hadn't reacted like this with anyone she'd been with before. even her first, drunken teenage kiss hadn't left her this lightheaded or wanting. she breathed in, trying to settle the pattern and assume some kind of control.

his arm was still comfortably around her as she started to, at his announcement, lead the way to her apartment. she worked with it, leaning her head on his shoulder as they went. he was the perfect fit; not too short, not too tall. enough to be comfortable like this with, but still have to lean up to kiss. she smiled at the thought, folding her arms under her chest to keep out the cold. the blazer was doing a good job but it was chilly enough outside and her dress was still wet. hopefully she'd be lucky enough to wake up in the morning without a cold. thankfully, her apartment wasn't far away at all. just out of the alleyway, around the corner and through a white picket fence gate into a neat, tidy little front garden-like courtyard illuminated by firefly lamps in the bushes. she'd lived here for six years. the building was four stories tall, though only three of the apartments it'd been made into were occupied. the building was a horrible shade of tacky green, but it had a certain charm about it. letting go of his hand, miyako went to walk up the three steps to the lobby door.

"i'm on the second floor," she said, fumbling in her little clutch for her keys before she stopped. he was only walking you home, miyako, she reminded herself belatedly. she was already assuming he wanted to come upstairs. she swallowed, shyly asking, "d-did you want to come up for some.. tea?"

of all the smooth talk in the books, that was the best she could come up with? lord did this girl need to work on her game.

[Trigga]

“Y-yes. I’d enjoy that.” He exclaimed, smiling charmingly as she invited him into her home for ‘tea’. She was beautiful, and quite honest, though her ‘clever’ mystiques for her true intentions were all but ignored and overlooked. It would seem their night would continue past the point of hugging at the door (which was what he wanted), hopefully it would move in the right direction and not halt at some stagnant point. Guided through the alleyway, towards her oddly-colored Apartment, the man held his positive facial expression and allowed her to lead him in. What happened next, however, would be behind closed doors—literally.

Exit

[Naiya]

Thing's were getting busy and the party was going on just fine. Though somewhere off in the distance a problem seemed to be occuring and she needed to depart. "Many apologies, but I have to get back to work. Do enjoy yourself!" With that Naiya had excused herself gave a light bow before suddenly dashing off through the crowd to go and help with crowd control and stop the problem in it's tracks.

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