It had been a week since she had gotten out of the hospital. So far she had talked to this Nagare man that jumped out of the window, then she had learned to walk again, with the help of a lovely nurse. Then after that, and a final check up, she was let out. She then walked across the village to meet her sensei, Midnight, the former Lightning Shadow. She had even made friends with his pet dragon, Shenlong. It had been rather interesting. First she had struggled, physically and mentally... But now she was getting over all of her little ticks.

Raijin wasn't real. None of it had been real. She was still single, she was still lonely feelings, she was still a virgin that spent too much time reading medical books.

But tonight, she was going to have fun. Tonight she was wearing a sexy stormy purple dress that came midway down her thigh, hugging her form tightly. Her chest was partly exposed, showing a decent amount of cleavage. This dress had straps which were only a half of an inch wide, so a lot of her fair skin was showing. Her eyes were shown off by bold black eyeliner and mascara. She was a sexy goddess of beauty in her own opinion, even if she couldn't see. She didn't do anything super intracat with her hair, just let it stay wavy as usual, pin back her bangs so they wouldn't go all over the place. Simplicity.

So tonight she was going to the club to just drink herself stupid, listen to music and dance. Maybe flirt with some people, but she was mainly going to be there to have a good time. She had heard that Sky bar was a fun place, so that was where she had headed. This would be fun. Very fun.

When she walked into the club, she sat herself at the bar. People were dancing on the glass dance floor to a song talking about a Murcielago. She ordered a fruity drink with a low shot of alcohol. She didn't want to get smashed quickly, nah, she wanted her fun first.

It was still the first day of his visit here to the Village Hidden in the Clouds. While the majority of the day had passed by, there was still things left to see, or see he had heard via word of mouth. It seemed he could pretty much pass by and no one recognizing him; which he initially believed would be the case seeing as how he was from another village, even if he was a Sannin. The same may not be the case if his name was given out, but he supposed that at the current time no one would really take note of it. He personally believed he was not quiet known throughout the other lands compared to the Land of Water, thus he could go about without unwanted attention, the threat of being attacked still was ever present. He had left Suichi at the hotel room he was staying at for the duration of his visit, knowing the flightless bird would want its rest. There was also food in the mini-fridge that was installed in each room in the hotel, and he knew Suichi could easily manage to pry the contraption open. The only concern he had was if a mess would be made by the time he returned. However, his current train of thought allowed him to forget about the usual wariness he held and instead go about what he was planning on doing so.

He had forgone his weapons, leaving them in Suichi's care, for his nightly visit. He had heard about the Sky Bar in Kumogakure through various means. Apparently the glass floor and the high balconies provided for a great attraction, something which he would enjoy seeing at least once in his visit. He could have chosen any other night to go about and do such, but he would have probably forgotten to do so at a later time, thus the first day of his visit being the best. Besides, he also felt the need to be more relaxed, something which would have been difficult for him to do in Kiri, seeing as how most people had at least heard/seen him. Kumo provided for that. A drink or two would also be nice, though he knew he'd probably stop after that; deciding it wasn't the best idea to get drunk, to make his way back to the hotel room and call it a night.

The cold frigid air provided by the location of Kumogakure no Sato and the time of day clearly had no effect on Yuudai, seeing as how the cold atmosphere of being so high in the sky did not seem to affect Yuudai whatsoever, a benefit of sorts to those with the Aisu blood in their veins. The genetically lowered body temperature certainly was normal to Yuudai, and thus was his tolerance towards the cold. Though the way he dressed certainly begged to differ. He was wearing his outfit he wore earlier in the day, this time choosing to forgo his black tailcoat, gloves and the sash he used to hold his katanas; seeing as how he did not bring them either. His hair was hung in it's usual low ponytail, no longer swaying due to the wind as he was now indoors; inside of the Sky Bar. His first destination would most likely be the bar, deciding a little bit of alcohol in his system wouldn't hurt. So, making his way towards the bar, he'd find a spot that would not be overly crowded before deciding to order, maybe some hard liquor would do the trick. The bar certainly was crowded; maybe he ought to wait, but then he'd probably forgo the drinking. No, he'd prefer a drink right now. There was only one area where he could find a way to the bar. He noticed different colors; hair and clothing, dark and light. Noticing a bit of blonde from the corner of his right eye, he ordered a shot vodka for the time being.

"Lamborghini murci, your trick she so thirsty-" boomed the song in the club. The song was nice, had a good beat, she could dance to it easily with it's deep bass... But what the fuck was the song about? Girls trying to jerk guys off. Lovely. Well. Fuck the rules. Fuck the system, she couldn't bring herself to really care about it anymore. She had been asleep for five years. Five years of her life were gone, wasted. She'd never get it back.

Tonight she would have fun. She'd get drunk off her ass, dance and go home. That was the original plan. But then she felt something cold. Someone had cold chakra. This someone sat down in the seat to her left side and ordered a shot of plain vodka. Well from the voice she could safely assume that this "cold" person was a male, he spoke in a tenor voice that sounded somewhat distant. As if he was detached from his emotions. Maybe he was, maybe he had been through some rough things in his life just like she had. He seemed like a heavy drinker, at least she assumed so after hearing that he ordered a shot of straight vodka. Straight liquor got people drunk fast. Really fast. It only took maybe four shots on the average drinker to get them acting a fool.

"Just plain vodka? Donchya want to try an actual drink?" She asked him. "Come on, I'll do shots with you~" She said, blind periwinkle eyes looking up at his face. She looked to the bartender; a dark skinned, black haired woman of medium build. "Two Dirty Edens please." The bartender would nod and put the drink together, shaking it with ice in a shaker before pouring the bitter but fruity beverage into two six ounce glasses, and setting the glasses in front of her. She smiled softly and pushed one of the glasses to the man on her left. She still didn't know his name, but how would it hurt her to get him a drink or two? She was just having fun. "So, what's your name?"

The music, he didn't enjoy it one bit. From the moment he entered, he knew that he would prefer to be in a much quieter setting. The blaring noise certainly got to his ears, and the lyrics of the song certainly did not state he made the correct choice. A place where he could actually here himself think was more preferential. This place, the Sky Bar, certainly did not offer him much room for that to happen. However, this was the Village Hidden in the Clouds, he could at least attempt to enjoy himself for his visit to this new place. He hadn't anticipated he'd be in a place like this during his first day in Kumo.

The people around him, he certainly did not pay much attention to in terms of what they were doing. Though he remained aware of the people he walked past, making sure not to bump in to them. His place at the bar certainly was crowded; of course it would be crowded. The blonde hair he caught sight of just moments before seemed to shift, though there was no definitive movement he could notice through his usually observant eyes. A soft, graceful voice seemed to interrupt his minor inner musings, a voice hindered by that of the blaring song playing, but he managed to hear it.

It was just a few seconds that she spoke, but he had the feeling that it certainly wouldn't be the last he heard of it, due to what she had stated. Turning his head to the right, he faced the person who he had taken a seat next to. He took a good look at her, keeping his usual demeanor of calmness; getting to knowing the general appearance of the person he was talking to seemed ingrained in his actions for the past twenty-two years. There wasn't much to say about her appearance except that she looked exceptionally beautiful, not that he would say that out loud. She had asked him to take a shot with her, something he had not anticipated at all. He wasn't much of a drinker, though he had a few over the years. He knew where to draw the line and to call it a night, he just hoped he'd be able to follow through with that. Before he could manage to say something, the woman next to him had ordered two Dirty Edens. A few moments later, the shot glass was passed over to him  by the blonde to his right. He contemplated it for a moment, but decided it wouldn't kill him to take one or two. "I suppose I can take a shot with you. I'm Yuudai Aisu. And you would be?" It was an unnecessary question, as he expected she may possibly give her name without him asking, though it just managed to slip out. He held the shot glass in his right hand, eying the contents out of the corner of his eye. He wouldn't drink without her cue, it was after all, what people considered normal.

She was beyond thrilled when he said that he would take the shot with her. Made she would make a new friend? Someone to just talk to? Yes, she would like that. She might have been an introvert, but she stilled liked company to an extent. Now, two or three close friends was a wonderful thing, but a huge crowd was another. She just was not highly fond of the squeezing, disgusting, nasty squashed feeling of being in a large crowd of strangers. The club wasn't as bad seeing as she had her own seat and people were just coming and going, not quite tending to stand around once they got their drink; no, instead they would come up, order and get their drink and return to the dance floor or table with it.

"Aisu Yuudai? Nice name, hero. You're from the village hidden in the mist, correct?" She took a mouthful of her drink and swallowed. It was slightly bitter, but overall fruity. It had a nice tart tinge from the cranberry. "My name is Haruto Himitsu. So, when did you get into town?" She would ask after he responded to her first question, before then proceeding to finish her drink. Setting the glass down, it made a soft 'tink' on the glass counter. Yuudai seemed rather reserved, she could hear it in his tone, as if he were upholding some strict expectations. He was much more powerful that her, that she could tell from his cool chakra. She was made curious by his 'stiffness', his seeming introversion. She wanted to find out more about him. Call her nosey if you must, but she was just a seeker of knowledge, and she found this man to be a book that she had yet to read.

She glanced back up at the bartender yet again, and after waiting for Yuudai to finish his drink, she would proceed to order a new drink, two shots of a drink called an 'After Dark'. It was Licor 43 liqueur, Bailey's irish cream, and kahlua coffee liqueur. A lot of alcohol in a shot, but she was down for it, she was trying things just to say she had tried them. This time the bartender put one shot glass down in front of Himi, and the other down in front of Yuudai. "Come on, loosen up and have some fun while you're at Sky Bar~"

To say that he found it odd that he accepted her offer was an understatement, as he would usually avoid taking drinks with a complete stranger. Then again, everyone here was a stranger to him, an unknown. She had contemplated his name, asked him of his home, and then proceeded to drink down the shot they had received moments ago. With a bit of a delayed reaction, Yuudai downed his drink, allowing the contents to enter his system. He knew it would be just mere minutes before he decided to stop. He clearly wouldn't be able to find his way back to the hotel if he ingested too many drinks. Mere seconds later, she had supplied him with a name, Haruto Himitsu. The family name certainly seemed oddly familiar to him; reminding him of the the noble Haruto clan that once took residence in Kirigakure no Sato before the village was burned. He didn't know if there was a connection between her and the clan he heard about, but it also couldn't hurt to ask.

"Ah, yes. I'm from Kirigakure no Sato. It's nice to meet you Haruto-san. I arrived earlier this morning, an hour or so after sunrise. If you don't mind me asking, is there any connection between you and the Haruto clan of Kiri?" Short and to the point. The aura around her clearly seemed to come off as friendly, though it may be attributed to the small amounts of alcohol slowly entering his system. He'd be fine for another shot or so, if she asked. Which she proceeded to order just as the thought had been completed inside of his mind. Knowing he should probably just accept it, possibly get themselves one more round, Yuudai felt he couldn't exactly deny it.

The glass that was placed in front of him made him a bit wary to continue forth, but he pushed that back, knowing he could handle it. She had even requested for him to loosen up, something which he couldn't exactly deny; he knew of his own tendencies. "Very well. Though the next one's will be on me, anything of your choice." Taking the glass in front of him, Yuudai slowly grasped it within his hand, turning to face Himitsu. Then came the quick process of downing the shot of 'After Dark', and allowing another round of alcohol to enter his system. He wasn't a drinker, he rarely ever did so, but today seemed like a day where he could possible let loose; just a tad.

Oh, so this was his first day here? Wow, first night in town and he came to the club, though, she couldn't blame him, who wouldn't want to have fun at the Sky Bar Club? An annoying prick for one, but that was besides the point... But he had called her Haruto-san... Strange, no one had ever called her by her last name like that. She didn't know if she liked it or not. She carried her clan name with pride, she was the clan head, and the only one alive that she knew of... But her mother and father, both had neglected and even beaten her to near death multiple times. Her time in Kiri in a whole had been horrid... Maybe now, all these years after the fall, when the notorious Hao had burned Kiri to the ground, maybe now it was a better place to be... Maybe now it wasn't full of complete idiotic imbecilic fools that could have been out smarted by a sack of rocks.

At least, if this man had come from Kiri, it would seem that way. He seemed like he had a good head on his shoulders, like he had sense in his skull. It would seem that way since he had that amount of power in his chakra, it would seem that he would be at least somewhat smart. He had asked her if she had had any connection to the Haruto Clan of the hidden mist village. "Oh... You can just call me by my first name, Himitsu." She paused for a second before continuing, "Yes, I'm actually the head of the Haruto Clan. My mother and the rest of my family was lost in Kiri's burning as far as I know."

She smiled gently when he downed his third shot. She followed him in a short moment, and couldn't help but giggle softly when he said that the next drink would be on him, and she could choose. Her previous three shots were starting to get to her now. She wasn't exactly drunk, but she was definitely feeling quite a buzz at the moment. "Black Death no. four." She said with a smile that could easily be heard in her voice. "We should try Black Death no. four~"

Smiling she leaned her elbows down on the bar and called the bar tender over again. "This fine man wants two shots of Black Death number four~" The lady nodded, mixing jagermeister, black sambuca, red bull and ice together in a cocktail shaker before straining it into two shot glasses and setting them in front of her and Yuudai. Grinning like a cat, she said, "Bottom's up~" downing the shot quickly. Yeap, she was getting on that edge of being drunk, and she was bound to start flirting around, likely with this Yuudai man. Hey, his voice sounded nice, his face was probably nice as well... and if he was a shinobi, then he was definitely in shape... Her mind trailed off into some incoherent babble, waiting for him to take the next shot before she opened her mouth to ask him another set of questions, "So what are you in town for, and when do you have to leave?"

Now she was playing with a shiny curly lock of her hair, somewhat amused by it's texture across her fingers.

The Haruto clan of Kirigakure no Sato, the head of the clan at that. He personally couldn't recall much about the clan itself during the time they were still around, but it certainly was somewhat of a shock to realize that the head of the clan was currently in the Village Hidden in the Clouds. Though, he clearly did not know enough to understand why she was here of all places, but also it wasn't his place to question it either. She had her own choices to make, but at the same time he couldn't understand much of it at all. They faced different experiences, different obstacles that illustrated their lives and who they would eventually become.

She wanted to be referred to as Himitsu, something which may proved a bit difficult for him to accomplish; in a sober state of mind. He would try; he was tempted to see how the name sounded, as it was a request he could accomplish fairly easily; he doubted a future meeting could occur with how large the village actually is, but life could prove him wrong. She faced the loss of her clan and family, something which he was unable to fully comprehend, no one of significant importance in his life had died as of yet, but he could sympathize. He would have usually apologized for bringing such a topic about, but there was clearly no reason to; he had been told before not to do such.

His third shot of alcohol seemed to effect him to a certain extent, but he had a feeling that it'd be best to get one more, the one round he offered to buy. He'd have a few more minutes of soberness before the alcohol would truly kick in, more than enough time for him to find his way back to the hotel, unless something obstructed him from doing so. Her voice rang in his ears, becoming more welcoming than it had been before; probably due to the shots he had consumed already. He was lost in his musings momentarily, unable to hear what was being ordered; his attention slightly focused more on the person next to him than intended. The next thing he seemingly noticed was the shot placed in front of him, clearly intended for him to drink. He noticed her beginning to take the shot, which he immediately followed up upon himself.

Downing the shot, placing the shot glass back on the bar counter, his attention turned back towards Himitsu. A fair question was posed, something he clearly could answer. "A couple of reasons. Firstly, finding something I'm unable to find in Kirigakure, a genjutsu specialist. Another reason would be a general break from everything." That certainly would not escape his tongue if he was sober. "Clan duties, running missions and training have been piling on me for quiet some time, so I asked for a leave of absence, two weeks worth." His eyes slowly drifted towards the hair she was curling around her fingers, maybe he had a bit too much, too fast. "Are there any other places worth visiting in Kumo?" Knowing the answer to that would certainly make his visit here simpler for him, to know of the locations that one would want to visit. He just hoped he'd be able to remember them when he woke up the next morning.

She smiled, turning her body towards him in her seat. She was just trying to make herself comfortable while she was talking to him, instead of having to keep turning her head to give the appearance of her truly having sight. Her smile got a bit bigger when she heard the 'cla-tink' of his shot glass being set down. She wanted to have another shot, her judgement was already beginning to slip and fade from her normal standards and views. She was here to have fun right? Yeah, she was here to have fun, to have a good time... So... Why would she let rules and all of those other regulations get in her way?

So Yuudai was here to find a Genjutsu teacher? He was in the lovely cloud village to learn genjutsu now, was he? She didn't know anyone off the top of her head that knew and practiced genjutsu... Maybe he already had someone in mind though? Then he continued on to say that he was also just taking a break from everything; how his training and mission running and clan duties were starting to weigh down on him. Maybe she could do something for him that would ease the stress, maybe show him around Kumo? Answer any questions he had about the area? That would have been her sober thought pattern, but no, the alcohol was sinking in an taking effect. She hadn't had this much alcohol poured into her system so fast, maybe a cup of sake once or twice, but this was honestly her first time doing shots for real. ... Naturally her thoughts turned to a more perverted subject. The little mischievous medic popping into her brain; she knew that sex relieves tension, stress and anxiety... Maybe Yuudai hadn't had any in awhile.... Yeah, that might've been why he was so tense and terse, he hadn't gotten any nookie in a while.

Yeah, she was definitely drunk at this point, she was kinda just gazing at his face, listening to the soft lulling of his voice as he spoke. She liked his voice, yeah, it was rich and smooth like honey... She liked honey, she liked how his voice went from sound to sound with such a grace... What was he asking her? He was asking her about other popular places in the cloud village... Well she had a few, Sky Point was one, the Hidden temple was another... There was also her bedroom-- wait, where was her mind going? She didn't even know this man... She had met him only but an hour ago at the most... Eh, it was nothing that another shot of alcohol wouldn't fix, right? That had been what she had thought was a smart choice at the time.

"Well, there is Sky Point, the second tallest mountain in Kumo... A lot of people say that they enjoy going there because of the view, and they say that they can touch the sky it's so close... The other one, though it's not as big as Sky Point, would have to be the Hidden Temple. It's not as popular because a lot of people don't even know that it's there, since when it was built, it was built on the underside of a cliff. Cool huh?" She paused for a second... Her earlier thoughts had made her think of one of her few weaknesses; honey. Plain and simple, she loved honey, she liked the taste, the smell, the texture... It was one of the very few sweet things that she could tolerate eating and otherwise dealing with. Calling the bartender over she ordered two Bit o' Honey shots. This drink would be rather strong, Bailey's Irish Cream liqueur and Butterscotch Schnapps were the only two ingredients. The bartender set the glasses down in front of them.

"Come on, Yuudai-san~ It'll be good, just try it with me~" She said with a smile, her left hand would move, aimed to lazily touch his arm in a way only a drunk person could pull off. After giggling softly, she'd take her shot glass into her right hand and down the drink, a soft rosy tint already blushed over her cheeks as she grinned at him.

Noticing the smile that graced her lips, Yuudai attempted focus on someplace else, someplace besides her legs. Looking lower certainly wouldn't be as bad. He tried to keep his attention focused on more appropriate places; somewhere else but there, maybe looking higher, back at her lips, possibly her eyes as well? He was feeling a little fuzzy, though he believed he'd be able to make his way back to his hotel room. That's where he was supposed to be going back to soon. Though it'd mean he'd have to say his farewell to Himitsu, the gorgeous woman that sat beside him. With his head feeling a little heavier, things becoming a bit disoriented; though not so much for him be unaware of his surroundings, Yuudai's gaze lingered a little lower than he would wish, if he was sober.

The music that once annoyed his ears was becoming an afterthought, something that he really wasn't focusing his ears upon. He heard the melodic voice once again. His attention once again drifting to the source of it. It was inappropriate to stare, but his judgement clearly thought otherwise at this particular moment. Maybe he shouldn't have taken his first drink, or agreed to the shots, but where would that leave him? Traveling back to his hotel room? Maybe he did make a wise decision of coming here. This was also why he didn't enjoy taking in alcohol, he couldn't make his thoughts clear, especially with being distracted by every minor movement his eyes seemed to pick up. Maybe he could find a way to get himself out of this situation. He certainly couldn't turn his attention off of her, it seemed he wasn't able to. Genjutsu? No, it couldn't be. He still felt control over his body, his actions. It has to be the alcohol and male instincts. Oh, right! She said something; maybe it wasn't of importance? He'd have to supply an answer, just to convince himself that he was listening. "I see." Immediately after, another shot was placed before him. It'd be rude to decline.

A touch was placed upon his right arm along with the voice he was beginning to enjoy. The voice broke off into a giggle, which caught his attention. No. He had to redirect his attention, just possibly for a moment. The grin, the rosy tint, the laugh. It was becoming a bit too much. Alcohol probably wouldn't fix it, but it was the only thing that he could use in the immediate vicinity. Looking down at the glass, he supposed he could  take another one. "Well, Himitsu-san," Maybe he extended the syllables of her name a bit too much, "I may as well enjoy myself for the time I'm here." The shot glass was immediately lifted, already entering his body, and the glass placed back down, a bit more lazily than he would normally do so. His eyes traveled back to Himitsu, this time trying to keep them eye-level. "Is this all we are going to be doing here? Taking shots?"

She could hear how his voice was beginning to slur the syllables in her name, not that she minded that much. Hell she was really too drunk to notice... She wanted something... She wanted something, but what did she want? He said he was going to enjoy himself while he was there. Good, he should enjoy himself. He should just let loose and have fun... She giggled when he asked if doing shoots was the only thing they were going to do... Well, she would actually enjoy doing some other things with him... Things of a more sultry, more adult nature... She wanted to have fun~

Granted, sexing it up had not been her goal when she had left her house this night, but the alcohol was turning that into her solemn goal. Yes, she wanted it. She knew what she wanted now... She wanted to have fun with this guy, this Yuudai guy... Yeah... Was it wrong? Probably. In fact, yeah, it would be wrong for her to do such things with someone she had just met, morally, and by her clan's strict traditions... But fuck man, she really couldn't give two shits about what her clan traditions where at this point in time. All of those fuckers were dead anyway. If she upheld her clan traditions, her clan would die. She would be the end of her bloodline. But nah, fuck that.

With a smile still on her face, and a mischievous one at that, she spoke up, "Oh... We can do something else if you want... Maybe go someplace else and have fun there... Your place... My place... Yeah, we could have a lotta fun tonigh' if you wanna..." Her left hand would slide down from his arm to rest on the middle of his right thigh while she made soft noises that sounded almost like giggles, almost like quiet humming. She was absolutely drunk by this point, hitting on a stranger! "Can you find our way back to your room... Or do you wanna come home with me big boy?"

She blinked slowly at him, almost in a bashful, alluring way as she gazed at his face with those large captivating periwinkle eyes. Her fingers would begin to trace a circle on his leg as she waited for his answer.

The realization of what he said did not hit him until a few seconds later, until he heard the hypnotizing voice, the cords registering clearly. Maybe it was the alcohol that spoke for him when he phrased the question; he simply wanted to know if they were going to keep on continuing to drink. Though the alternative, or rather Himitsu's interpretation, seemed far too tempting for his intoxicated state of mind. More than he would like. He listened, though his eyes seemed to wonder on their own accord starting from the periwinkle eyes that seemed to draw his attention, large and captivating, looking directly at him. Then a bit further down, to her lips. His train of thought started to derail and it would possibly continue going down that line if his gaze also continued to linger further downward, to the visible assets. He had to shake off these thoughts, but with the invitation ever so present, he just couldn't help his adventuring, somewhat gawking, stare continuing to linger.

There were many reasons he should decline. One, he was drunk. Two, he didn't even know the person next to him for more than an hour. Three, if word somehow managed to get to his clan, he wouldn't know how they'd react. Four, he was far too tempted... Or was that a reason to accept? Five, he knew nothing about Himitsu except for her name. Six, he really wanted to, or rather the alcohol was telling him to. That, and by the time he'd be able to escape the hypnotizing allure of the person next to him; not that he wanted to flee, he'd probably be far too intoxicated to remember his way to the hotel. He just hoped his behaviour wouldn't be far too different if he would remain here any longer; a reason for him to accept her idea of fun. Was this really what he wanted? When drunk, possibly.

The touch on his leg seemed to do the trick, the slowly deliberate motion of her hand tracing circles upon his right thigh seemed to alert a specific part of his brain. He remembered a question, or at least to the best of his abilities, that was asked to him a week or so prior to his leave of Kirigakure no Sato. Something about his interests? His gaze traveled to the hand that made spherical shapes upon his covered thigh, having an internal debate; one that was most likely already decided due to an outside influence, before returning back to Himitsu. This time his eyes traveled slowly, raking over the exposed skin of her legs, only being able to register the smoothness of how they looked before his eyes traveled back up. They were clearly shown, though more covered up by than most of the women in the Sky Bar. Then her neck, the lips once more, and then finally the eyes.

"Big boy, huh?" While he was shooting through thought after thought, he only manage to absorb some details of her suggestion, though more than enough to put it all together. "Not really what I meant. I really shouldn't. Wasn't even planning on..." Talking more to himself than Himitsu, Yuudai resisted the urge to let his eyes travel back down, even momentarily. This wouldn't have happened if he had stayed at the hotel and rested like he should have. "I don't think I'd be able to find the hotel. I only been here for a day." His thoughts kept jumping around, though he was able to follow them somewhat to a certain degree with the alcohol clearly affecting his being. "I guess we can go to your place." His drunken self had clearly made the decision for him, hopefully he'd be able to keep his balance and be able to walk back to her place.

"Not really what I meant. I really shouldn't. Wasn't even planning on..." He said before his voice mumbled off into something incoherent. Awe, didn't he want to have a long night of fun with her? She was somewhat disappointed by his response thus far. Was she not his type? Was she not pretty enough for him? Maybe he didn't like blondes... Well, she would have felt awkward, had she been sober, but she wasn't in a sober state of mind, definitely not in a sober state of mind. Nah...

For the first time in a while she actually payed attention to the song... It wasn't talking about girls giving blowjobs, no, this song was talking about something different it was asking girls about how low they could go...

"Practice in front of that mirror now you doin' it on the dance floor, mad 'cuz I can't get with you; just show me how to dance! I may not want to get low, so I'm post it up kinda like a playa do; But if you come to the crib then I might show you girls a thang or two..." This song was old, she had heard it several years ago, playing from a classmate's Ipod. But those were memories that she didn't want to focus on, no, not when she was trying to have a good time drinking and talking to this Mist village guy... Girls and guys were crowding onto the dance floor, chicks rubbing their ass and tits on the guys in their drunken stupor.

He was saying something about him having only been in town today and not knowing his way back to the hotel... Well, it wasn't like she could really. If he gave her the name of the hotel, she'd be able to find it for him, but... She wouldn't have been much good at numbers due to her blindness. She could read Braille, not standard language. She was kinda off in her own world at this point, halfway tempted to go on the dance floor and *attempt* to shake her ass without falling over, but... That wasn't going to happen. Maybe she would order another sh- Wait Yuudai was saying something again, and it took her a second to focus back on his voice, as lovely and slurred as it sounded to her. He agreed to come home with her... Well, that had been a surprise for her drunk brain, not that she doubted how well she could get a man or anything, but he had started to say how he shouldn't, and how it wasn't what he had meant.

But now he was agreeing, and that made her rather happy. She grinned at him like a cat, white teeth showing in a smile as she giggled softly again. Getting down from her chair, she would move her left hand to take his as a means of guiding him. She paid the bartender for the drinks she had brought and would attempt to lead Yuudai out of the club after he got out of his bar stool. After he got done paying for his drinks, she would lead him out of the bar and to her house. She didn't mind that by this point it was dark outside, to her everything was dark. Even in her drunken, blind state, she still knew her way around her village by heart.

What was he thinking? Or rather, not thinking. He just agreed to go with Himitsu; this woman whom he had met merely a few drinks ago, back to her place. Was it a smart decision? Maybe not, but his drunken thought processes clearly wanted him to follow through along with the urges he tried to subdue for so long. There was also a possibility of something good coming out of this, then there was the opposite end of the spectrum of nothing. Nothing could go wrong. That was what the conclusion his brain came to at the current time. Besides, it wasn't like he was doing anything wrong. His mind wasn't able to come to the conclusion that following her, in her drunken state, certainly wasn't the proper way of going about this. Then again, he couldn't come up with another way to cause himself to back away.

Continuing to ignore the music, or trying to so, Yuudai reached in to his pocket and pulled out more than enough ryo to pay for his drinks. How much ryo did he place on the counter? Probably enough. If he was sober, he certainly wouldn't have agreed. He wouldn't have agreed to go to her place. He wouldn't have agreed to the implications. But, he wasn't sober. He agreed to go with her. He agreed to what could.... would happen. If you asked him now, he'd see nothing wrong with his decision. Himitsu had already escaped from her chair, already having taken his right hand, possibly to direct him when they made their way out of the club and to her place. The grin that graced her features was slightly off, though it was still completely noticeable to his eyes. He didn't resist, nor wanted to, as she began to lead the way out of the Sky Bar.