Ryu looked at the woman quickly then ignored them completely. He walked over to the fridge and took out a container of fried rice with bits of chicken and vegetables throw in. It wasn't Ramen noodles so the boss wouldn't care. He popped the lid off put it in the sink, didn't much care who's it was. You left something in the fridge it was free game for the next guy. He took up some chopsticks and started eating disregarding everyone else, until the mention of Sake. He grinned ruefully.<br/><br/>Ryu didn't know the other young woman mostly because he kept himself removed from the others. Even Cui he didn't really know. He barely knew their names. He knew they served Yutaka and that was all Ryu cared about. So he was as relaxed as he ever got indoors. Basically that mounted to not shooting everyone on sight. Otherwise he looked like he was ready to skin them all. Yet he just ignored them as he ate. He didn't socialize it wasn't his thing. He couldn't care less. He enjoyed the free food and the drinks would be even better.<br/><br/>Ryu had by this time finished eating and se the dish down in the sink along with his chopsticks and started to get out some cups for the sake. He'd set four of them on the table. He waited rather impatiently for the boss to start filling the cups so they could drink and proceed to the 'getting drunk' part.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Hirashike was sitting cross-legged on his bed. A large notebook sat in his lap. A stick of charcoal in one hand. The image on the page was already beginning to take shape as his hand drew steadily. Black charcoal coated his fingers and stained his skin into a darker shade. He kept on tracing the lines. The image was Ryouko's face. Hirashike enjoyed drawing her most of all. He loved the way her hair fell, the way her eyes light up. He loves the way that her clothing hugs her perfect body. The lines of her face always made his heart skip a beat or two.<br/><br/>His cell rang.<br/><br/>He glanced at it and there on the display was the picture of Ryouko he kept. He smiled and picked it up. Had it been anyone else he'd have ignored it at this time of the morning. He was exhausted and had been considering sleep, but had wanted to sketch instead. Now that his sketch was almost done he'd considered taking a shower and going to bed. He clicked the line open and said softly, "hi beautiful," he smiled at the phone. Smiled at the sound of her voice and the way she must be lying. He could see her in his minds eye. Sometimes on late nights or early mornings like this when she couldn't sleep she would lay amongst the stuffed animals on her bed and call him. Her hand would hold the phone to her ear as she talked. He loved the way her fingers closed over the phone and how her face light up with every emotion as she talked. She was animated. He loved that about her.