Yenay nodded to the boss and muttered the words.<span style="color: #FF00FF">“Thank you.”</span>Before scurrying off to the hallway outside the hideout’s kitchen. She knew exactly where most of the spare supplies were kept in the hideout, not that she would ever even consider taking them without asking the boss first. Hurrying over to the room where the wine was kept, she opened the worn wooden door and entered the room. Inside was surprisingly cold, even for the hideout, but perhaps that was just better for storing wine. Moving over to the bottles of wine, she looked through them for a minute or so before picking one up. It was one of the slightly older wines that the Scarlet Note had, and Yenay had always believed that older wines tasted somewhat better than younger ones. Walking over to the door, she exited the door and closed the door behind herself before walking back into the kitchen where the others were.<br/><br/>As soon as she set food in the kitchen, she set the bottle of wine on the counter next to Cui before walking over to the cupboards where the glasses where stored. However, like many things in the kitchen, they were far too high up for her to reach, and instead she resorted to climbing. Yenay climbed up the kitchen counter, and took a glass from the cupboard before climbing down, and setting the newly acquired object down next to the wine bottle. She was at least going to get one glass out of the bottle, hopefully.<br/><br/>However, when she had been standing there for a few moments and the taller woman hadn’t authorised her actually getting any of the wine she merely poured it herself. She wasn’t going to wait around for some haughty noble woman.<br/><br/>-------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Cui watched with passive interest as the Boss and the blood crazed man partook in the rest of the Sake. Surprisingly enough, they were actually using glasses like civilized people would do, despite the pair probably wishing that they could just drink it straight from the bottle, Cui knew that she would wish to do such a thing…if she actually drank the horrible stuff. It reminded her of her first few weeks in the Scarlet Note, when people seemed to always be drinking the stuff, in between bouts of violence and thievery that was. It certainly wasn’t a luxurious life, but it was an interesting one. Taking her mind away from the two, soon to be drunken, men, she returned to her breakfast of rice and assorted meats. She briefly considered shouting at the small woman that was supposed to be fetching the wine, that she didn’t need to ask in a place like this, but she soon suppressed such a thought. The boss seemed to have some kind of soft spot for the crazed person.<br/><br/>‘Hand the bottle over’ Cui heard the boss say to the blood crazed man, perhaps he had taken it? She didn’t know, food was far more important to her than some Sake. ‘We’re not some Ishimaru high society motherf**kers to drink from cups.’ She heard him follow with; ad a slight smile crossed her face between mouthfuls of food. At least she wouldn’t have to get the wine fetcher to clean the kitchen up from the potential fighting that stealing the Boss’ wine would ensue. There were two things in this world that Cui knew not to do, one was to always tie loose ends, and the other…was to never, ever piss off the boss…<br/><br/>When she saw the girl who was fetching the wine set the bottle down on the counter just beside her, Cui took the wooden cork from the bottle with practiced ease before pouring herself a drink in her own glass. Setting the bottle back on the counter, then raising her own glass to her nose, she proceeded to smell the wine and test its aroma. However, she turned up an eyebrow when the far shorter woman took out a glass and placed it beside the wine. Was she expecting someone else to pour it for her? Cui was certainly not going to be that person, and instead of pouring her a drink, she merely took a sip of her own drink.<br/><br/>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Zhiao had finally arrived at his destination. A run down looking building that would surely repulse someone from entering rather than actually entering the place. It was a dull greyish colour, perhaps once having been a bright and wonderful cobalt blue, but having faded with the passage of time. Its located didn’t help either, a rundown back street that only the most desperate of people ever bothered to venture down.<span style="color: #FFFF00"> “Oh how life changes...”</span>He muttered to himself, thinking back to the years before he was kicked out of his home and was left to merely dwell amongst the lower classes of this horrific city. But he had plans for the coming months, plans that would either leave him a very powerful man indeed, or a dead man. It mattered little either way, despite the former being preferable. The person that owned such a building would normally be scorned for being allowed to…fall, into such a poor state. But the owner of this particular shop had reasons for its dilapidation.<br/><br/>Walking a few more feet, he saw the owner of such a place. A woman he had known for years now, perhaps somewhat eccentric in his opinion, but her firearms and weapons in general were never lacking for anything. She was one of few people that Zhiao new, that could find fault with almost any weapon, fix it and perhaps even improve it. Though sometimes the improvements were a tad, odd. Hopefully her expertise was up to the task, for several metal suitcases awaited the hands of a capable gunsmith, and in true, once-noble, manner. Only the best would do. Despite her lacking a whole right arm…<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">“Greetings once again.”</span>He said to her, in response to her own greeting.<span style="color: #FFFF00">“A small bit of both if possible. I have several, ‘acquired’ weapons that are in need of improvements. And perhaps a few more weapons to go with them would be grand.” </span>A slight smile appeared upon his face as he spoke; Zhiao had always loved just how brilliant most of the arsenal here was. Despite much of it being quite impractical, or outright bizarre in his mind.