Panic mode! Panic mode!

Akemi wasn't honestly sure who she was trying to make jealous. It was more of a hormonal impulse than a reasoned plan. She tried to cook up a response that made sense to herself regardless:

"Uh. Hmm. The Daidoji. The one dancing with the Spider."

"Hypercolor incoming", Shokomaru warned and with a move, he scooted Ishiyo to the side by her waist, letting the Foxeh Flyby happen without incident. Maybe he wouldn't have crashed into her anyway, maybe he would have.

He kept dancing, letting Ishiyo get away by spinning her a little. Then he caught the Crab and Osprey duo, just the same, and his face scrunched in thought...well...maybe feelings, as thinking wan't too much in the table right then.

A blue haired Fox-shaped missile span past the Crane pilot on it's way back towards the bar.

Her pilot trained instincts acted on reflex, which with combined with the twirl the Daigotsu had already been guiding her into...meant she was now pressed against him far closer then she had hoped. Her face red again. "..."

Satoru nodded at the complex order trying his best to not look dismayed having to explain this to the bartender but he moved away and went to the bar and started explaining to the poor girl the complex order. Luckily Satoru had a pretty great memory so he remembered ever twist and turn of the order.

"Matsu-san," said Hakka, getting rather tired of shouting, "I may be mistaken, but that looks like a spot over there." She pointed at what seemed to be a series of standing tables, with a few patrons scattered throughout talking in small groups. Or, maybe they were still shouting, but, there was hope. "Should one of us wait for Kuchiki-san to direct him or do you think we'd be able to garner his attention from there, after he returns with our drinks?"

He raised his eyebrow at that, he was pretty sure he had just been mildly insulted. Unless she was being self-deprecating, it was hard to tell.

"I'm not sure i catch your exact meaning there, Bayushi-sama." He offered after a moment, giving the Scorpion a chance to explain herself.

"If we don't claim it now, someone else will," she declared. Without further hesitation, she moved directly to the table, standing as tall as she can to make sure that she was noticable. "Shame I'm not tall enough to tower over the crowd, but I should still be able to get his attention!"

"Still taller than I, Matsu-san!" Hakka followed along once more in the wake provided by someone else. It was so much easier to move through such an energetic crowd if someone did the parting for her.

Her fan made an appearance once more as the reached the table, snapping open and moving with more energy than it usually did, creating a nice bit of breeze. The sound of the music was still there, at their small table, but it was at a more acceptable level. "This is much better suited for conversation. Though, it seems that there are other methods one may employ here than shouting, to keep the conversation going," she said with a hint of a playful smile. Hakka seemed to be referencing the variety of people dancing very close.