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Devil's Nest, Wednesday Night 8/8

Kabuto was feeling his OCD tonight. He cleaned the entire establishment from top to bottom, taking out some of his nagging frustrations by making things neat and orderly. It helped, actually.

His main task completed, he moved behind the bar to clean glasses that might, possibly, have invisible specs of dust on them.

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Never mind the OCD ninja...

Setsuna was feeling oddly restless, in that strange way that she almost wanted to be socialable without actually dealing with anyone in pleasant terms. And she knew this to be Kabuto's night at the nest, so it seemed perfect, really. She slid quietly onto a stool and watched his process of going through the glasses. She might have been hoping to catch one he'd miss and point it out, but he was...pretty focused on those spots.

Of course he was focused. Cleaning and organizing was one of his main ways of working through thoughts he was stuck on. "...Something the matter, Setsuna?" he asked without looking up.

Setsuna shook her head a little. "No. Just wanted to get out a bit..." And then her head tilted slightly. "What about you?" she asked, knowing her own tendency to be preoccupied with glasses when she was bothered by something. "And watch those vaguely blue tinted ones. They break easily."

Kabuto took the advice, nodding his thanks. "Fine. If we're lucky, our illustrious employer will keep to himself tonight." Yeah, Lucifer might be the issue at hand here.

Setsuna quirked an eyebrow, but kept herself from shaking her head slightly. It went against her better judgment to even grace these....well, she'll just call them inter-office politics, but she commented, anyway, figuring the conversation wouldn't get very far anyway. "So that's what this is about."

"That's what what is about?" Kabuto asked innocently, polishing another glass.

Setsuna gave Kabuto a look; please. He didn't think that innocent thing would ever work on her any more, did he? She folded her arms in front of her, leaning forward on the bar. "I do the same thing, you know," she said, simply. But she also never exactly liked talking about it, either, so she was definitely saying it to prove her point and nothing more.

"Clean? I hope so," Kabuto smiled. "You'd be filthy, otherwise. That, and you'd smell." No, he wasn't going to admit to anything.

Setsuna rolled her eyes. "Yes. And that's exactly what I meant, too, Kabuto."

"Glad to see we agree." Kabuto picked up another glass. "Can I get you something to drink?"

Setsuna considered it for a moment. "We've still got all the stuff from my bubble tea phase, right?"

"I believe so," Kabuto said after thinking for a moment. "You're the expert with that, however. I've never tried to make it."

"Well, now I'm compelled to make you try." Setsuna said it with a small hint of a smirk.

"Or I could plead incompetence and refuse to do it." The ninja smirked right back. "But you're welcome to make it yourself."

"You wouldn't mind?" Setsuna asked, smriking. "I'd hate to accidentally mess up your glasses."

"Oh, that's all right. I'll have plenty of time to finish everything." Kabuto didn't seem fazed. "Go ahead; have fun."

Setsuna tried to not seem to downhearted that Kabuto wasn't being more responsive before hopping easily over the bar, settling in, and started mixing her own drink.

Kabuto was in a strange mood, or else he would have played along more. Instead, he moved aside to allow her more room, and continued cleaning already spotless glasses.

By the time D'Argo found the club, he was very glad to see a somewhat familiar setting. Meaning a bar.

Which he sidled right up to and said, "I need a drink."

"And we have several hundred thousand different combinations," Kabuto snarked, smiling politely. "You'll need to be a little more specific."

"I'll have some of whatever bottle is closest to your hand." He figured this was pretty specific.

Kabuto looked down at the glasses he was cleaning, then back at D'Argo. "...Dish soap. All right, if that's what you want..." He picked up one of the just-polished glasses, raising an eyebrow in D'Argo's direction.

"What's the alcohol content?"

"Negligible," Kabuto replied. "You'd also be belching bubbles for a while, most likely."

"I think I'll save that for later, then," D'Argo said. "The second closest bottle to your hand."

Kabuto set the glass on the counter, then followed it with a bottle of vodka. "...Better?"

"Much, my friend," D'Argo said, and swigged a drink from the glass.

He shuddered, making a face. "That's good!"

"I should hope so," Kabuto said dryly. "Lucifer wouldn't stock something that wasn't good."

"I'll have to come here more often," he decided. "Good drinks... ...music..."

"I'm glad you enjoy it," the ninja replied, all politeness. "If there anything else I can get for you? Ice, water...miniature paper umbrella?"

D'Argo nodded. "Two umbrellas," he said, holding up two fingers to emphasize the point.

They were festive.

Kabuto picked up two of the umbrellas, passing them across to D'Argo. "There you are. Anything else?"

"I'm good right now," D'Argo told him. Later he'd probably finish off the rest of the vodka bottle, but he was good right now.

"All right. Just let me know if you need anything." Kabuto smiled brightly.

It's very clean, and everything (like pool equipment) is neatly organized. Alphabetized and color-coordinated, even

Japanese classical; like shamisen (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shamisen) and koto (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Koto_%28musical_instrument%29).

He's not in a bad mood, really. I should be around most of the night (until about 12am Pacific), for all of those who feel like breaking curfew.

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Devil's Nest, Wednesday Night 8/8

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The Lounge

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