Cui eyed the Sake longingly; it was certainly not the high class wine that she was used to at her own home, and this looked far lower class than anything she had drunk before. Instead of Sake however, she would partake of the wine that the gang had stored elsewhere in the hideout, it tended to be of a greater quality than the sake. Looking at the gaunt, Yenay, girl sat at the table, she said to her.<span style="color: #FF0000">“Wine, and do make it quick.”</span>Her tone was snobby and commanding, it was unintentional, but she had grown around the use of such a tone during her childhood while staying at her parent’s home, though never to her own family that was, only to servants. Plus the girl just seemed rather capable at fetching items for others, had she not been so uncouth, then perhaps she was someone that her parents may have hired as some kind of servant or maid, though her instability made such a thing unlikely. It mattered little to Cui however, she wasn’t all too bothered whether the girl was any good at fetching things at all, just as long as she got her wine, and swiftly. If the girl was any good at fetching, then there shouldn’t be any problem between Cui and her arise.<br/><br/>Walking quickly over to the beaten white fridge, Cui opened the worn and slightly dented door and peered inside. There were bits of half eaten and somewhat mouldy food scattered about, some on grubby plates, some just left there by uncaring gang members. An utterly disgusted look appeared upon Cui’s face almost instantly, she could never get used to just how…animal-like these people were at times, even if they were all capable killers or even thieves. However, her disgusted look soon altered slightly when she discovered that her own lunch, or rather breakfast, was still intact and hadn’t been rifled through by some drunken animal-like gang member. The food itself was a combination of golden-coloured fried rice, noodles, and bits of cooked meat and a smattering of vegetables. Such food was contained in a clear plastic container. Picking the container up and taking it from the beaten fridge, Cui shut the fridge door behind her, before retrieving her own set of chopsticks. It went without saying that she was certainly not going to eat using the regular utensils just owned by the gang and used by everyone that wished to eat something; it simply wasn’t going to be done.<br/><br/>Opening the container and placing the plastic lid on the counter next to her, Cui began to eat her breakfast using her own utensils. It had been prepared the morning before, when Cui was at her parent’s home. Prepared by a servant however, never Cui’s own hands however. After eating another mouthful, she set the container, with the food inside still unfinished, on the counter and took out her own crystal-clear glass, setting it upon the counter before returning to her food.<br/><br/>---------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Zhiao had a rather large smile upon his face now; dealings such as the one he had just orchestrated always brought a great feeling of joy to him, even if the weapons they traded were not illegal in the least aside from some requiring a licence. Just knowing that such a deal could happen, and had happened, was simply brilliant. It proved to him that his plans were entirely reachable, and that the government seemed to just not give a damn about items being smuggled between provinces and lordships. However, now he had a task similar to the one he had just participated in to accomplish. He was to drive to a large weapons shop, owned by someone that he knew was certainly reliable, and their weapons were seemingly forever in better shape than anything else on the market.<br/><br/>Passing by the park that he driven over a road-crossing pedestrian, and then dumped the body upon a bench, Zhiao glanced in the general direction of the bench and gave a short laugh. Murder was never beneath him, especially if it was as untraceable as this murder was. It garnered him ever more money, and took one more potential witness off of the streets, for good.<br/><br/>After driving for another few minutes, Zhiao eventually reached the more built up areas of the ‘true’ part of the city. The blaring sounds, and blindingly bright lights that marked any area as a city were ever present, and could always been experienced miles before actually reaching the city. His current task would take him to one of the most heavily built up of the city’s areas, perhaps the most fitting place for a weapons shop in his mind. The constant reminder of the industry and work required to actually devise such potent and destructive weapons, was perhaps humbling to some. But not Zhiao. His destination was close now, and that is all that he actually cared about. Not some shiny lighting on a building that flashed ever once in a while.<br/><br/>Zhiao reached the destination within the next few minutes, speeding along through the still nearly empty roads made travel far faster than driving in the normal manner. He got out of his car, shutting the door behind himself and locking the car. It would be wiser to enter the building and actually confirm whether the place still held up to his lofty expectations.<br/><br/>---------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Yenay sat quietly upon her chair by the table, still drinking from her canned and carbonated orange drink. She was almost fearful to say anything, lest it end up going sour. It was at that moment when she heard that Cui, woman saying something to her in a horrible tone. ‘Wine, and do make it quick’ Yenay knew where the wine was, but she wasn’t going to go off and just grab a bottle because she was ordered to do so.<span style="color: #FF00FF"> “C-can I go get her a bottle of wine?”</span>She asked the Boss, Yutaka, the only one, whose word she actually took into account when doing anything really.<br/><br/>While she waited, she watched the same commanding and horrible woman walk to the battered-looking white friedge at the other end of the room and taking out some kind of clear container. Likely containing food. It reminded Yenay that she hadn’t actually eaten anything for quite some time, and she wasn’t picky whatsoever when it came to food. Perhaps later on, when the boss and the others had gone, she may leave the hideout and visit one of the fairly nearby takeout shops.<br/><br/>Standing up from her seat, Yenay awaited the word of Yutaka before she went.