Grisello tapped his finger on his watch, getting impatient with waiting even though whomever was suppose to pick them up wasn't late, yet. His impatience mostly was with the whole situation itself, getting a letter in the mail telling him he was in the wrong over how he handled some hoodlums and their goods and that he needed to meet with their "bosses" to discuss it.   At first he ignored it, but strange things were happening to his men and the letters were getting more threatening and claiming they were the ones behind the occurrences. Finally he decided to see what this was all about, so here he was standing at an old gas station downtown with his two men beside him. The letter said that a driver would come by and bring them to the location. Apparently the location was secret and they weren't willing to give him directions.   He snorted remembering that part, thinking that they were very pretentious to have a secret hideout. Honestly who were these people that they felt they needed to put on these charades? He had better things to do, like meeting with his Mistress while his wife was out of town.

Little did Grisello know that he hadn't been waiting alone, even before he'd arrived someone was waiting for him, unseen.   In the gas station one or two customers perused the goods, a man was paying for gas in coins. Outside some teens loitered, it looked like an argument was about to break out between to drunk groups leaving the small bar next door.   The snow started to fall and a young West Kren looking man left the gas station interior and walked up to one of his guards. "Got en light?" He asked, pulling a half used cigarette out of his ripped up jean jacket's breast pocket.

One of the guards looked down at the guy suspiciously. He moved to look at him with his arms crossed.   "No I don't carry one on me. Why don't you get one over at the store across the street?"

"Uh.." He hesitated a moment, turning to look back the way he'd come. "Ja, gut idea.." He moved to go back but at that moment one of the employees came out and caught sight of him.   "Stop!" The employee called, pointing at him. "You thief! You have to pay for that!"   The young man took off running instantly.   "Dammit!" They knew better than to demand any of the people near by to grab him, they were all dressed nicely and two looked to be guards, yeah ordering them around wasn't a way to live long. "You little shit!"

The three of them looked on, not at all interested in trying to help the man catch the thieving wolf. One guard did look at his boss quizzically, but went on to bordely looking around again when he got no cue from Grisello.   Grisello didn't feel like he had to help out, it wasn't his problem and he was also here on buisness so he had better things to do than to leave himself vulnerable with making one of his guards chase down a man that was going to dissapear anyway.

A limo with dark tinted windows pulled up near them, right on time. No one came out to open the doors though, and it idled as if waiting for them to get in.

He waited for a minute or two, thinking the driver would at least get out or something.   With a roll of his eyes he stepped forward, one of his bodyguards opening the door and the other going in first to make sure everything looked alright before Grisello got in himself.   He frowned, miffed that the window to the driver was up, preventing him from chewing them out over not opening the door for him. Really now this was very unprofessional.

The limo started moving as soon as the last guard was in, barely waiting for them to close the door, adding to the unprofessionalism. Clearly whoever this was either didn't care about being professional or didn't think them worth the effort. Though in Groo it was rare to be so impolite, even if you felt your enemies weren't worth much.   The limo drove a bit before before a voice came over the speakers to them. "Welcome gentleman, feel free to help yourself to the provided refreshments."   There was a cooler in the back there with them, one might presume it held said refreshments.

He eyed the cooler as one of his men gave it a peek to see if it really did contain anything inside.   "I will be making sure your boss hears about your incompetence, you must not have been driving long if you think this is how you treat your betters." He growled.

Inside the cooler were several juice boxes and premade children's box lunches.
The driver didn't reply to the comment about his work ethic, and now it was starting to be clear why.

Puzzled the bodyguard lifted up a drink and snack to show his boss.   Grisello was puzzled as well over the offerings. First it was in a very tacky container and now...what were these? He snatched one out of the man's hand and read it. Slowly his face turned purple with rage.   "You think this is funny?!" He yelled, throwing the snack pack at the window partition. "Pull over!"

They didn't get a response from the driver, nor did they stop as demanded. There was a note in with the food though, written in fancy scrip.  

He read the note after his bodyguard found it and read it a few times, getting madder and madder as he did. He was enraged that some little group thought themselves haughty enough to think they could insult him like this.   Crumpling the note and throwing it at the driver's window he vowed he was going to make them pay for their insolence. There was no way in Seventh Moon he was going to let these little assholes get away without proper punishment.

As soon as the note hit the window it caught on fire, a bright blue and orange flame. It hovered in the air and gave off glittering sparks of all colors. A purple smoke started billowing from in moments later, filling the limo with the smell of flowers.

All three of them jumped in their seats at the fire and the sparking. One bodyguard moved to open the door, but it was locked. The other one moved his coat off to try beating the flying note, but the odd purple smoke got to him first making him slump over on the seats.   It wasn't an unpleasant smell, but he was frightened all the same over what was going on. Climbing over his other bodygaurd he didn't get to reach the handle of the door before he flopped forward, his eyes getting heavy and finally closing.

The limo finished its route and pulled into a parking garage, going all the way to the bottom floor. There were no cars down their and it looked like there rarely were any. The place was covered in graffiti. The driver and his passenger got out and opened the doors, letting the smoke dissipate a bit before pulling the boss away from his bodyguards.   "I know I shouldn't find it funny how they panicked, but I did." The passenger said with a chuckle. "When I go to drop the goons off, should I keep a look out for Heike or do you think I should just leave him?"   "He's probably already back at the base, I wouldn't worry about it."

When Grisello came to he was alone in strange, overly decorated room. It was much longer and thinner than most rooms. He wasn't bound in any way and could move freely, though unfortunately there was nothing in the room that might be used as a weapon.   He didn't get up right away, for one he felt a pounding in his head and knew if he sat up too quickly he'd instantly get a headache. Stairing up at the ceiling he furrowed his brow, then looked slowly to one side then the other. Seeing he wasn't strapped down or having anyone loom over him to cut off a limb for him to witness he slowly got up. Trying not to panic that his bodyguards were nowhere to be found he got to his feet, looking for a way out of the room. Seeing a door he walked toward it, scanning the floor as he did in case there was any traps along the way. Who knew if these were some sick fuckers.

There were no traps and the door wasn't locked when he tested it. Other than being dimly lit and very fancy there seemed to be nothing to this room other than its odd shape.

He pressed his ear against the door, listening for any sign of someone waiting on the other side. One, two, three, four....nothing. Waiting one more beat he slowly opened the door, peering through the crack before opening it up some more, just enough for his head to poke through. He wasn't sure what kind of game was being played here, did they want to kill him or play with him?

The door opened up into a massive room. There was a sort of dull murmur in the room, as if ti was full of people, but they weren't in view. It was just as decorated as the last room, only this time the decorations were not old fashioned curtains and trappings, but graffiti and chandeliers of glowing dicks and all manner of perverted decor. And anything that could glow was glowing, in fact that only light in the room came from the glowing. Even the graffiti was glowing.   He was about the only thing in the room that was well lit. As soon as he came out there was a crackle of speakers and the dull murmuring sound stopped. A loud anouncer's voice boomed through out the room.   "Laaaaadiies and Gentlemen! Welcome welcome. We thank you all for coming out tonight! Before the main event can begin, we'd like to you to give a warm welcome our special guest tonight, Miiisteeeerr Maaarcoooo Griiiisellooooo!"

He put a hand up to shield his eyes from the light, partially blinded by it so it was hard to make out anything from the direction it was shining from. What he did see, unnerved him. W-what the fuck was this?! Were those....penis scounes? Was he sent to a brothel? This looked pretty upperclass for it to be that, but he couldn't think of anywhere else that would have such decorations.   He froze in place as the announcer voice came on, freezing him to the spot. Grisello was going to shout out his very cliche questions at them when dance music started to swell up and the lights started dancing across the room.

From somewhere above he could hear a crowd jeering him.   "Your hosts this evening will beeee.. Drum roll please!" A roll of drums played to give the crowd time to quiet down again. The lights danced around and as soon as the drums stopped went dim as the music changed to the boss theme. "The Meeeeshaaaa Booasssaaaass!"   Four different colored lights shown down on four men seated on thrones. Each throne was as different from each other as the men on them. On the right, bathed in blue light was a wolf, on the left bathed in red was a raccoon, and in the middle were two mongooses, one in violet light and the other other in a normal bright white spotlight. All of them were wearing masks.   The white light Mongoose's throne glittered and shown, tossing rainbow sparkles in all directions like a disco ball. He hand long braids gathered up into a giant ponytail that fell down the back of his chair in multicolored waves, each layer a different color of the rainbow. He had mirror shine chrome latex thigh high lace up high healed boots, and a black see through latex catsuit. He wore a corset, a high collared jacket as well, and long gloves, all latex chrome to match his boots. He was lounging in his throne with his feet up in the armrest and the ground surrounding him was covered in glitter.   The Mongoose to his right, in the violet light, was barely dressed at all. Tight black leather pants, big black combat boots, and a strange decorative chrome armor on one shoulder that went down his arm. His body was hard not to notice as he clearly put in the effort to keep it fit and muscular. His throne was a mix of black chrome and velvet. While his whole aesthetic was much simpler, it still made a statement.   The raccoon in the red light lounged broadly on his rather terrifying looking throne that looked like a black winged skeletal beast that made up his chair. In the socket's of the skull was glowing red lights which occasionally from it's nostril holes smoke poured out. He wore one of those half length kimono's that he had one arm in one sleeve and the other was fully out of, revealing the tight shirt underneath. On his legs he wore black baggy pants that had metal studs and chains hanging off of it that nearly covered his large combat boots. On his exposed arm he had reflective red paint in a intricate design.   In the blue light, the wolf seem much more mild in comparison. His throne was of those really fancy old timey chairs with a soft purple and blue striped apolostry. He wore a white high collared jacket with silver buttons and filigree decorating around the cuffs and neck. On his feet were a crushed deep blue velvet, and in his lap he had a very ratty looking book that seemed to clash with the rest of him.

Grisello looked at these four men, his anger coming back to him tenfold. So were these the chucklefucks that were messing with him? He had to admit two out of the four looked pretty intimidating, but the one that looked like a reflective mirror was a joke in his eyes. Seriously did they really dump him in a stripper club?

The wolf and the raccoon suddenly stood up as the music swelled then went quiet, leaving the whole room still for a second. Then the wolf lifted his hand and started snapping his fingers.   "Welcome our naughty esteemed guest, why don't you take a rest?" He sang and waving his hand out before him a chair suddenly appeared right under Grisello's ass, making him yell as he tried to stand up out of it.   "Oh no no that just won't do, just sit tight and stew while we lay this down for you." The raccoon waggled his finger and then stomped his foot, straps coming up out from the chair to wrap around Grisello and bring him back into the chair.

(Timeskip Next Day)   He leaned against the building once he got outside, picking a spot that would shield him from the wind. Tearing the paper off the straw he stuck it into his iced coffee and took a sip from under his face mask. Supposedly the place they were going to was going to have high traffic of people so he was taking precautions. He nearly got sick when one of their employees came in with the flu. Little fucker was lucky he wasn't the only boss or he would've fired them right after kicking their ass.   Glancing back at the coffee shop he rolled his eyes seeing that Don was still chatting up the barista. Oh well, he'd get him later, right now he was enjoying the small moment of peace and quiet while he had it.

He was rummaging into his bag as he came up onto the coffee shop they agreed to meet at. With him was Gaiea, trailing behind him with her hood pulled up. Unlike him she couldn't handle the biting cold without fully covering up.   Adan grinned as he pulled out his wallet, looking back at her as he replied, "Well lets be logical here, standing on two trucks and a bean bag is the perfect way of making pancakes."

Forrez was sitting in his truck with the heater on, drinking a beer with Heike. He wasn't really into coffee anyway. He took another sip and moved on to the next picture in the pile he had with him. His partner had just had a baby and he was gushing over how precious his new niece to Heike pretty much none stop since they'd met up that morning.

Don laughed at his own joke and batted at the barista playfully. He paused to take another sip of his super sugary drink. He'd gotten a huge one and a whole box of donuts all for himself, having a feeling it was going to be one of those days where he was going to need it.

Rolling her eyes at Adan she moved around him to let herself into the coffee shop, making sure that the door closed on him in the process. Seeing Don she went over to him, sliding a hand into his donut box without asking first.   "You bring Bebe with you?" She asked as she took a bite, curious if he had the Mini mun waiting outside.

"Wow rude. I should tell Linda how mean you were to me." He came up to Gaiea and gently flicked her ear. While she was distracted he bent down and took a bite from her donut.

"Psh, she'd praise me for putting you in your pl- HEY!" She glared at his smug face and pinched his nose in retaliation. "Steal your own, ya mooch."

"I might need another box." Don giggled, not at all upset with the theft. He then pouted at the Bebe question. "No, she's having a spa day without me." He fake sniffled and put his box down so he could swoon.

She watched his theatrics with bemusement, used to them by now. "So what she going to come back smelling like this time?" Don overly pampered his little mini mun, more than she ever remembered her Foster Mother doing for her mini-mun Jewel.

"What did you get? I can buy another box just in case." Adan offered as he went to the counter to get his order. If the donuts didn't get eaten he knew the kids would devour them in no time. Maybe he'd try hiding them this time, he barely got to eat any of the sweets he brought home.   "Where's grumpypants at?" He asked, curious where the raccoon was.

"She insisted on apricot and mint this time. She wanted to try something new." He answered as if the mun really was deciding these things. "I told her she smelt great last time, but she just isn't in a cinnamon oatmeal mood."   "He's outside, darling." Don answered with a smile, resting his hand on Adan's arm. "The atmosphere in here just wasn't any good for his sexy brooding aesthetic."

He chuckled at that, and gave his hand a pat. "Best for me that he's out there then, he's always trying to steal my drinks from me." Though he only really only did that if Forrez was in sight, he loved to mess with him just to rile him up.   Reaching over he peeked over into the box to see what Don had ordered.

"She also getting a different color on her nails?" Last time she had a sunset orange with glitter, she knew because he pranced around showing it off every chance he got.   "Extra large hot chocolate with marshmellow foam." She went around behind Adan and ordered for herself.

"Yes, but she want's to keep it a secret for now." As if he hadn't been the one telling the groomer to surprise him.

"That's alot of trust you put in that little Mun." He waited till Gaiea was done before putting his own drink order with a dozen donuts.

"I trust her fashion taste more than I do with you." Gaiea poked him in his side, making him wiggle and make a funny noise. "You have to depend on four people to help you not dress like a 50 year old professor."

"Who wouldn't, honestly. She's a diva for a reason." Don said matter-of-factly, giving the a prideful toss of his hair. Seemingly over his sniffle fest and pouting for the moment.

"Wonder who taught it to her?" Adan chuckled, giving a light tug to one of the locks that flitted over in his direction.

"Herself duh." Rolling her eyes she moved away from them, "I'm hittin the bathroom." Tucking her hands into her pockets she went to the back, petting the plushie nestled inside that wiggled at her touch.

Once Gaiea was out of earshot he asked, "Does he know she's coming with us today?" He nodded his head towards Trent's direction in case he wasn't sure who he was talking about. He knew it wouldn't end well for him to mess with Trent, but he was feeling like flirting with danger today for some reason.

"Oh, you kow I think it slipped my mind to tell him." Don smiled innocently. "I hope it won't be a problem."

He gave a grin, "Noooooo shouldn't be a problem at all!" It was Moonin amusing how easy it was to get Trent flustered over his big crush over Giaea, it was a shame though he came off as a complete ass to her. Hopefully if they hung out more often he'd loosen up and start acting more of his normal level of grumpy. So far he'd been avoiding her and of course cause of his attitude she wasn't enthusiastic of being in the same room with him for very long.   "Will you get my order when it's ready? I'm just gonna....say Hi." He nodded to the cashier after he paid and recieved his reciept.