<strong>Location:</strong>L'Escamoteur<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><br/>Even though the oni were momentarily paused by Luke's show of the scale, the mention of more alcohol definitely got the red one's attention, and he nudged the blue one, saying something in Japanese.  The blue one considered the wisdom of it as he looked to the green one, who just gave a stupid grin, and then nodded.  "Drinks on her," he told the kitsune as he grabbed an expensive-looking bottle from behind the bar.<br/><br/>The bartender was starting to waver, but she still didn't look entirely convinced, so she pulled out a tied stack of big red sticks with a fuse but no label, along with lighting a lighter that she had ready just in case something started getting desperate.  They were either dynamite or road flares, but why would she threaten to blow up road flares?<br/><br/>"Michaela's a good girl," the kitsune finally ceded, considering.  "I...guess she probably wouldn't really hire bounty hunters."  Her reflexes stayed sharp, she was all too ready to light the fuse if she was attacked, but she was starting to relent.  "What do you mean she's acting like her soul's sucked out?  She should be well back to her studies by now, and forgotten all about..."  The last word caught in her throat as she kept herself from giving something away, but a faint shimmer caught in one eye.