what kind of punch this is...

this is weird tasting vodka.

that it's good punch! Really!

that it's fruity, watered-down vodka. :I

agrees that it tastes good, though.

raises an eyebrow, wondering how a *lady* would know that?

fans herself a bit faster. She only knows because her husband fancies vodka, yes.

eyed free punch and homes in on it like a vulture.

didn't know she was married~ She has no ring.

pales a bit behind the mask. *Shit*, what was with this guy? "Well... I'm not married, per say. I'm more his... partner."

*looks at the punch curiously but decides against it*

takes a very large glass of punch. Yes, this masquerade would be worth the public appearance.

also wonders how Kiku would know about the punch if he hadn't seen it spiked.

raises an eyebrow. "...partner?"

smiles the way *those* women do and laughs behind her fan. "Well... you can't expect all men to want to commit."

snickers. "Or all women, huh~?"

rolls her eyes and laughs, more nervously than humorously. "Well of course.

- Us women aren't so different than you men."

snorts. "Nooo. Of course not."

laughs nervously again. She isn't sure if she's supposed to say anything or not, so she just takes a drink of the punch-vodka to fill in--

the gap, somewhat unconciously

raises an eyebrow. "So, what was it you did again?"

a co... well, ah, woman. She is a woman, therefore has no job.

blinks. "A co...?"

pretends she didn't hear him. "Hmm?

raises an eyebrow. "You said you were a...co....?"

her face heating up. Crap crap crap. "A co...partner."

amused. "A co....partner? And what exactly is a co...partner?"

getting a little irked, by this point. "Me."

raises an eyebrow. "And what do you do?"

laughs. "I thought I already told you that."

rolls his eyes. "You've answered nothing, ma'am. What's with the secrets~~?"

him a firm look. "I provide for Mr. Davis, and Mr. Davis provides for me. Happy?"

raises an eyebrow. "Whose Mr. Davis?"

KNOWS THIS ONE HA. "Mr. Davis is a business partner of Mr. Edelstein." WHAT NOOWWWWW.

isn't done questioning~ "Oh? And what does Mr. Davis do?"

(ur mom) knows this one too. She's beginning to feel a little more confident. "He provides rare items for Mr. Edelstein to sell, which he-

acquires through his trips around the world."

raises an eyebrow. "Rare items? Like what?"

knows this too, but also knows it's illegal. "Well, I don't think I'm permitted to give away business information."

raises an eyebrow. "Oh~? Is that so?"

smiles like a bitch. "Quite so."

grins back. "Those items wouldn't happen to be *illegal* would they~?"

keeps the smile on. "I don't know what your talking about, and if I did, I wouldn't be stupid enough to say anything."

keeps grinning. "Is that so? What kinds of items would they be, hmmm? Guns, perhaps?"

tilts her head. "Guns? Oh my, talking to a lady about such dangerous things isn't very proper." Her voice is a over-flowery sarcastic tone.

griiiins. "Oh, but you aren't a proper lady, now are you~?"

rolls her eyes. "Point taken, I suppose, but I'm still not at liberties to say anything about my partner's business."

hmms, taking a sip of his drink, pretty damn sure that this "Mr. Davis", if there is such a person, is

definitely not with the legal side of the law.

drinks more of the vodkapunch as well. By now she's downed the majority of her cup without even realizing it.

offers to refill her drink.

suspicious, but accepts. Was he attempting to be gentlemanly?

takes her cup, refilling her drink. He's totally not trying to get her drunk. No.

takes it, raising an eyebrow at him, but drinking anyways. It had been a long while since she drank alcohol.

refills his own cup, drinking with her.

a little more comfortable with talking, now. "Is there any particular reason why you were so concerned about guns?"

a shrug. "Well, you know, as a *military man*," Pfffffffft. "...we have to have the newest technology available, right?"

realizes what she said probably wasn't the best for a military man to hear. "I'm sure, but shouldn't you be looking to official suppliers?"

shrugs. "Sure~ But hey, smugglers usually have pretty damn good weapons too. "

arches an eyebrow. "Really? How much might a smuggler get for such weapons?"

innocently shrugs. "I don't know. I'm not a smuggler, am I?"

sticks up her lower lip. "No, but you'd be the person buying from said smuggler. Therefore the one providing the money."

rolls his eyes. "Are you insinuating that I'm a corrupt military man?" Which is funny because he's a *pirate*.

laughs. "It's not as if you've been hiding it."

snicker. "Oh! i've been found out!"

snorts. "It's not as if I ever expected men in the military to be so high and mighty, like how they all act."

shakes his head. "Not all of them are. Some, though, are." Like his brother.