Cui had been far too preoccupied with her drink to pay a blind but of notice to the Boss and Ryu. They seemed happy enough as they were, absolutely drunken on sake and laughing at each other's antics, and she figured that it would be much wiser to leave them be. The wine she was drinking was divine, it's taste was akin to even the finest of wines she'd had at her own home in the past. Maybe the smaller woman was perhaps capable of retrieving items, for she had done well enough so far.<span style="color: #FF0000">"Take it you are enjoying yourself?" </span>She asked the pair of drunken gang members, trying to make a small intrusion into their actions, hopefully nothing that would get her roped into their drinking.<br/><br/>It was perhaps fortunate that she looked at Ryu and the Boss, for the latter was staring over at her and the smaller women with his poisonously piercing yellow eyes. She hadn't had the fortune, or perhaps misfortune, of being around the boss when he was this drunken but she could see that it may not exactly end in the best of ways. Throwing a glance at Ryu, she very nearly laughed, he seemed so different to the other gang memebrs. Forever seemingly distant, unless blood or drink was in the air. But her main focus was turned back to the boss, he had risen fromhis chair and was now walking over to the otherside of the kitchen area, where she and the smaller woman stood. Cui was not one to be fussed about command, and she certainly wasn't going to tolerate any drunken antics directed at herself.<br/><br/><br/>Apparently the smaller woman had not heard or noticed the Boss walking over to them both, too occupied with her own buisness to take notice. Cui nearly felt sorry for the poor creature as she was lifted into the air by the sheer strength the Boss had. But she couldn't help but smirk at the woman's predicament.<span style="color: #BFBFFF"> 'You want some drinks, little thing?'</span>Cui heard the Boss question the smaller woman that he had clutched in his arms. She would have certainly not liked to be in that situation, especially when the Boss ran his tongue over his lips in a vile manner. Truly these people had no respect for proper ettiquete.<br/><br/>--------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Yenay was faced towards the wall and pouring herself another drink of the dark, crimson wine. She had no experience with all the 'fine wine' or whatever nobles called it. For her, this was fine enough, and had the added benifit of getting her intoxicated in the process. The glass she drunk from was actually quite dirty, apparently having not been cleaned for a fair while, but it was her own glass...Or rather no one else had seemed to use it other than her. This was her second glass of the strong liqour, and she could already feel the effects of it creeping into her system. She was too bothered about drinkingthat she didn't hear what was going on behind her.<br/><br/>All of a sudden she was lifted into the air by some gang member, instictively she thrashed around in their grip trying to escape but to reletively little avail. She began to panic, franticly struggling against the iron grip upon her, but then she ehard who exactly was holding her.<span style="color: #BFBFFF">'You want some drinks, little thing?'</span>She heard in her ear, the smell of sake on the person's breath was almost unbearable, but recognised exactly who it was. It was the Boss. Instantly her panicing lessened greatly, but she still wasn't all too pleased about being liffted up into the air. The words caught in the back of her throat, and all she could manage was a small squeak of a sound.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BFBFFF">'Don't be afraid of me, little thing, don't be afraid' </span>She heard him purr as he tok her over the other side of the kitchen to where the table, and sake, was located.<br/><br/>----------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Zhiao was pleased that the weapon shop's armoury was in full stock, but his main interest was not in some cheap mass produced rubbish that was going to fall apart after three shots, but in Yuiko's own workings. He had know the woman for years now and seen just how efective, and often times bizzare, her masterpieces truly were.<span style="color: #FFFF00">"I wasn't looking for much in the way of artillery pieces."</span>He laughed, a small smile appearing on his face,<span style="color: #FFFF00">"But rather more along the lines of automatic rifles, Marksman weapons, knives, and perhaps personal defense weapons."</span>Zhiao had some rather large goals set for the coming weeeks, and each pieces was coming together in a grand fashion by now.<span style="color: #FFFF00">"And some tweaks to existing weapons." </span>He could have gone anywhere in the whole city for some modifcations to the fire arms, but none other shop selled ones quite as, dubiously legal, as this shop. Either way, he followed Yuiko on the path to her shop. Just as well he brought a full wallet with him.<br/><br/>The shop front was nothing short of a whole armoury in of itself. Masses of weapons were neatly displayed behind the thick glass windows, nothing illegal like explosives however, which was probably for the better. The inside was, unnaturally clean however, with even the bullets being placed according to their size. Nothing like how he remembered it from his last time being there, where it had been quite a large mess of objects scattered about. It was probably the apprentice's doing, he knew Yuiko wasn't all too bothered about cleaning. The apprentice was a rather gorgeous woman by anyone's opinion, and a scent of rose hung about her. Not overpowering, but, just strong enough.<span style="color: #FFFF00">"Thank you, Rose." </span>He answered the woman, smiling as he did so.<br/><br/>Zhiao found his attention instantly drawn to a weapons rack that was filled with neatly assorted rifles of various calibre and size. Some of them were even quite old ones, still using the old bolt action feed mechanism.<span style="color: #FFFF00">"Some old pieces here, no doubt a collector would give a fortune for some of them."</span>He muttered, more to Yuiko than her apprentice.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">"Say, how long exactly do you believe those modifcations will take?" </span>He asked Yuiko, looking over at her.