Kayla and her UFO pulled into the bar shortly after the others. She was slightly disappointed to have lost her lead, but she had stopped after hitting the barbarian to try and see where Cale had flown off to. Her brother was nowhere to be seen, but Kayla figured that he'd probably show up sooner or later. She took a seat next to Leske, leaning the UFO against the bar, and asked for a glass of water. Looking down the bar, she examined the assembled group. Seeing the interaction between the Dayman and Stratus, she thought out loud, "Strange that this kid seems to be the most normal one of the bunch..." She then looked up at Leske. Though she was pretty sure she had never seen him before, something about him seemed... familiar.<span style="font-style: italic">His aura, perhaps?</span>Even as she thought that, Kayla wasn't sure if that made any sense.<br/><br/>It was at that moment that Cale crashed in through the ceiling, landing on the stool next to Kayla. Boopen Jr. followed shortly after, landing on the next stool after that. Without missing a beat, he tapped the bar to get a drink. Kayla and the bartender both gave him quizzical looks.<br/><br/>"Cale..." she said in a slightly confused tone, "we... don't know how old we are. We might not even be able to drink."<br/><br/>"Oh, right. I guess I'll have to check my ID, then." Kayla could only gape as he reached into his back pocket and retrieved his wallet. He pulled out his driver's license and looked it over. He looked at his date of birth, but then realized that he didn't know what year it was. Still, it didn't take him long to notice the words "UNDER 21" printed on the card. He swore, but then something else caught his eye. He stared at the card for a moment longer, then grabbed the top of his head with his hands. "I HAVE SILVER HAIR?!? AWESOME! I'M LIKE A CARTOON CHARACTER!"<br/><br/>Kayla stared in disbelief. "You... how have you not looked in a mirror... or noticed that we look exactly the same? And how long have you had an ID... and..." she stopped herself in mid-sentence, realizing that it was hopeless to try and ask questions. With a sigh she drank the rest of her water, then lowered her head into her hands. She looked at Leske again, trying to concentrate on what it was that seemed familiar. As she thought, she realized that she got a similar vibe from the Dayman, though it was slightly different. She started massaging her temples, becoming increasingly confused as to what this all could mean.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><div style="text-align: center;">&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;</div></span><br/><br/>Sark watched the Nightman's screen, and listened intently to his plan. "A takeover... though rather predictable, I suppose that is an acceptable course of action." Without so much as acknowledging Horror, he turned and started walking out of the room, his vampire henchmen in tow. "I suppose I'll wait for you there, then." His theme song started blasting from nowhere again, and he left the Project: Midnight facility. Moving at superhuman speed, he and his minions quickly arrived at the exterior of the Hooters. "Wrryyyyyyy....."