Taiga took the card, looking at Mashi. He seemed to want to say something.<br/><br/>He said nothing, instead. His feet took him to the car, and out the door. His lambo roared to life and Taiga Hisoka was gone from his life.<br/><br/>———<br/><br/>The mafioso host of this casino's party thought Taiga shouldn't come to his establishment. Not only had he not been invited (Taiga was hurt!), Taiga realized when he showed up at a Kairos-only side entrance that he'd given orders to some of the security guards not to let him through the door.<br/><br/>Taiga had gotten in, of course. The host had certainly been informed of him bypassing security, but Taiga honestly didn't know how he'd convinced himself a few peons would be adequate blocks for a<i>Vice Lord of Kairos.</i>The yakuza boss might not believe he deserved the title, but Taiga knew what respect he was due.<br/><br/>He'd have to throw him out himself if he wanted him gone.<br/><br/>He probably would, later. For now, Taiga had his back to the entrance, his goons providing a very nice space to breathe—that, added to the fact that Taiga had found one of the few unoccupied nooks with a good look down on the poker tables. It was right next to a one-person men's bathroom, but the bathroom was out of sight and not clearly marked so Taiga wasn't beating people out of his personal bubble with a stick.<br/><br/>He was trying to scout which game to join—that was his whole focus, at the moment. He was even ignoring the tumbler of very nice whiskey in his hand. It was illegal to smoke in this building, but he had a lit cigarette dangling from his lips anyway. This was deep Kairos territory. What cop would try to make an arrest here?<br/><br/>As for his costume, Taiga obliged to the theme of a costume party, open to the public (at least this floor). He had on a stylish, custom-made Cheshire Cat outfit in muted midnight purples and blacks. The vest was open in the front, showing teasing lines of his lean, pretty torso. A black set of mechanical ears with a matching tail twitched thoughtfully. They read Taiga's brainwaves, and responded to his mood—cutting edge neurotechnology bought for a mundane reason. That was what being rich was all about, after all.<br/><br/>The ears were perked forward as he gazed at the games, trying to find one that looked like a challenge.