"At least I'd get a chance to chuckle as they tried to comprehend the number first." He teased, before letting his eyes drift towards the mushrooms again.

"I suppose of the bright side though, at least the glass was clean."

"...Not as clean as it could be...oh, you'll want to avoid that mud."
This time she steers Hayato right, assuming his shoes probably would like saving

"Frankly, I do not believe most night clubs have good food or beverage."

He followed the Lions lead, and managed to avoid the mud, which happily prevented his sandals and the hem of his ever so shiny Kimono from gettign dirty.

"Well, the drinks are there mostly to loosen your inhibitons enough to get you dancing, they need to be potent not especially delicious." Hayato explained to smirk. "As for night club food? I wouldn't trust it to be anything but mystery meat."

"They probably can't even fry a good otori."
Shoan had to conceded the tea had been potent...sort of.

"I suppose they have to make money the same as any business, and if people want to pay exorbitant prices to drink bad alcohol and then dance....."

"Well, if you're drunk you usually don't care is the Otori is fried well." Hayato admitted with a smirk.

"They can have fun with it?" He asked teasingly. "I suppose I should ask if you ever gave a passing thought to returning to the dance floor yourself? See if you can injure someone with your exceedingly sharp elbows?"

"Oh...well."
Shoan is suddenly very invested in staring at the ground to watch Hayato's step

"I...sort of had a dancing lesson after that night? It was really something, people were wearing leotards and my teacher had me twirling her around. The experience wasn't as bad as expected."

"Sounds like you had some fun with it." Hayato returned with a chuckle.

"Do you see any leotards in your future, and perhaps accepting if i ask you to dance sometime?" He asked his tone teasing as his eyes moved to the Lion.

"A letoard is basically one-piece underwear...I can't be the only one who notices that, I'm definitely not crazy"

The Lion seemed very sure

"I...could consider going dancing with you Tsuruchi-san, you are aware of the risks, including me being stone cold sober while we do it."

He chuckled at that. "Well yeah, its really not much different then a bathing suit, you're just not in the water." His gaze drifted to the Lioness. "Unless you're saying you're bathing suit is just some sort of water resistant beige kimono."

"From what I hear it's better you stay somber." Hayato offered with a firm nod. "For all I know your elbows grow razorblades when you're drinking. So it's like best we not test it to."

Shoan opens her mouth and then pauses.

My fortunes, he was right, a leotard was a bathing suit was a beige kimono. It added up.

"I will never look at a bathing suit the same way again. As for my razorblades...well, with we are trained to turn our whole body into a weapon, I might whip around after a glass of sochu and take your head off."

"Well, as long as you're enlightened." His tone turned teasing. "Though in ways I'd say your currently more revealing then a leotard."

His hand came up to rub his throat. "That would certainly be unfortunate. I've heard its quite hard to flirt with your head tumbling across the dance floor."

Looks down, looks side to side, eloquent reply.
"Nuh-uh, this is very appropriate casual-casual."

"Ah, I wasn't counting on it being casual-casual and not just casual." That must explain the underwear to blend in with the surroundings.

"My mistake."

"Absolutely, it's too casual for casual, but for casual-casual? Well, I admit, there is some shin showing, but this is a miai, such flauting is acceptable if slightly risqué."

"Mmmm... So that's the rules." He mused, lips pressed together thoughtfully. "I suppose i would of noticed if I was paying more attention."

"To the rules, or to the shins? That is an important question."

"The rules." He glanced at Shoan. "I dont find shins particularly attractive.

Frown

"Well that is quite alright, I am shin ambivalent, but I know a good one when I see it."
She shakes a foot lightly, as if to demonstrate.

"Strong and well formed for taking you on camping trips?" He asked glancing at the shin in question. "Or at least that's my reading on it.

"Still it's good to know your shins past muster, you can add it to your list of positive traits."

"Excellent, I have one or two possibly matches I shall highlight the well formedness of my shins too. Some samurai do not care for honour, or skill, or prestige. Perhaps they shall care for shins and that will be my pathway to miai success?"

She squints down again at the leg.

Okay, maybe not.