Misaki had not expected Jakob to be able to clean up to well.  She had red in her cheeks as she was a bit shocked by his clean appearence but then shook the thought away as she took his arm, going with the act, "yes, lets get going..." She said.  She looked to her family, almost wanting them to be overprotective and embarrass her just so she didn't have to go, but they didn't seem to mind at all.  In fact, her parents may have been encouraging the events takimg place right now.  She sighed internally and turned around and walked with Jakob.<br/><br/>She noticed the body guards and was a bit disturbed by their presence.  They were very intimidating looking and probably had the fighting skills to match.  "So how are we getting to this party?  What is it for anyways?  You never told me." She asked, noting her last comment.  She was scared that it was going to be a very intimidating party with a bunch of old official mobster men in suits.  She had always seemed to imagine gangsters to be italian too for some reason.  It was kind of funny if she tried imagining Jakob with an italian accent.<br/>As soon as her parents shut the door behind them, Misaki let go of his arm and crossed her own, not really wanting to touch him.