Thread: Sheltered [Dr Herbert West and Sigr]

Bright pearls of sweat spotted here and there on Saori's pale skin as they stopped dancing, recovering balance by leaning on each other. The air was electric, but they seemed to ground each other in that crazy night. Mojito! was Saori's enthusiastic answer to Elliot's proposal, happy to share her adventure with someone else. Back at the bar, she did the ordering while Elliot did the paying, cheering Kanpai! once more when the drinks were served, something quite odd to do in a bar, but still amusing by itself. As they quenched their thirst, the MC seemed to take stage once more , adding hype and variety to the show. There were so many questions Saori wanted to ask, so many things she wondered about... and yet part of her just wanted to party. After all it wasn't like she could talk properly in that place. Things were a bit awkward, their eyes meeting and avoiding each other, almost in a dance of their own, and it was in one of those averted glances when Saori noticed. One of her grandfather's trusted men was on the bar, talking with some guy that looked like one of the managers. For a moment Saori thought that he was looking for her, but such a thing was impossible, as nobody could know where she was. Then he must be there for business, but it didn't matter anyways, as even if she looked different, there was still a chance he recognized her. It's crazy hot in here! Saori said trying to hide her rattled nerves, leaning into Elliot and tip toeing close to his ear. Lets go elsewhere! she decided, finishing the rest of the drink with a gulp, holding Elliot's hand. Runaway! Runaway! Top Speed!... the MC chanted on the scenario as Saori dragged Elliot out of there. The night in Shinjuku was nothing near cool, but compared to the inside of the club it felt refreshing. Saori was still holding to his hand, getting away from the bar as they went deeper into Kabuki-cho, the red light district. It was of course a quite safe spot plagued with cameras to discourage crime, but a naive and drunk person could still get conned if he intended to buy the wrong girl's affections. Last tickets! Last tickets! a voice echoed down the street, peddling some kind of show under the neon craze the streets were by night. Oh! I've heard of this place! You'll love it! Saori said, welcoming the hiding spot and small respite. She also was curious about that place, so it was a happy accident. Taking and paying for a couple of tickets, soon Saori and Elliot were in the waiting room of the Robot Restaurant, a place that looked like the most garish Bond villain hideout you could imagine. Every surface was a screen, a light, a mirror or just plain golden. It was like sinking into a kaleidoscope, and only sitting down on a table allowed them to recover a bit of their direction sense. This is crazy! Saori said, one would almost think of a kid on a toy store, judging for the innocent and happy tone of her voice, but just one look at her little black dress could convince you otherwise. It was the first time they could see each other under good light, and the result was showing. As soon as she landed eyes on the blonde hair and handsome features of Elliot, with that physique hidden by his serious clothes, Saori ended up staring more than a little bit. The show will still take a bit, so... tell me something about yourself Saori said, wanting to know more.