Jack laughed at her joke. She was right they were the best looking team. He smiled as he walked in. "Damn right we are. Best looking and all around best team there is. " He said shooting her his best smile. People had been known to get weak in the knees over that smile. "I'm most likely not going to drink tonight. I lost enough to drinking." He said with a sigh. He tried to smile weakly this time. There clearly was something in the background he clearly did not want to talk about it.

Vladimir returned to his room and saw the note from Iris and had decided that the most responsible thing to do would be drink the pint bottle of rum that he kept stashed away for just such an occasion before getting dressed. Drinking before going out was, in his mind, a lot like a boxer hitting himself in the face a few times before the big fight. He would already be drunk, so the rest of the liquor he would be drinking that night wouldn't be able to sneak up on him. He hadn't gotten this far as a Ranger without learning how to drink copious amounts of booze to dull the pain, so when he finished the pint he felt like he was ready to do some real drinking.

He pulled out a black dress shirt and matching slacks that he considered appropriate night out attire and pulled them on, and his slight buzz made putting on his belt a little more difficult than it needed to be but he was able to persevere and overcome. He put on his leather dress shoes partly because they matched the rest of his outfit, but mostly because they didn't need to be tied. He looked in the mirror and was happy to see that his eyes were slightly glazed over, but he didn't at all look drunk aside from that. He pulled his hair back and tied it there and he spent a few seconds combing his beard so it all looked straight.

When he decided that he didn't look half bad for a psychopath, he left his room and strolled down the hall to Iris' room, and was happy to see his preperations for the evening hadn't made him late. He would rather fight two Category 5 Kaijus at once over listening to Iris scream at him any day.

Molly walked over to her friend's room confidently, she had fun being a flirt with the men that whistled and smiled at her. She thought it was great to get so much attention. Alaska was full of hardened men and women that couldn't even crack a joke, all it was there was tension. Now that she was back in Hong Kong she felt relaxed and fun again.

As she entered the room they would see what she would be wearing under her long, fur-lined trench coat. A nice fitted, black dress, it made her curves show and everything pop except for her stomach, luckily seeing as her self confidence had always been a problem for her. Her hair was down and framed her face too. Shifting her weight her toes fidgeted in comfortable black flats.

Slipping on her simple trench coat she smiled at the others and patted Jack's head, he looked very good today. "Hello guys, I can't wait to go out tonight. Iris, Jack, you two both look lovely."

Josh spent his time before their night out working out in his room, staying fit was a big thing to him. After a sufficient routine, he took a shower and cleaned himself up. Putting on a white and gray ensemble that he thought made him look rather well. He purposefully messed his hair up and then slid his sleeves up. Josh found that a I don't care attitude, some decent clothes, and confidence were his key to his success. It was now two minutes before 8, so he made his way to Iris's room, which luckily wasn't that far away from his own. As he approached her open door, he could hear Molly's voice say that they looked lovely so he decided to take that opportunity to make a comment. He walked just into the door and then leaned against the frame before speaking. "And what about me?" he asked, keeping it simple and trying to appear that he'd been at the door longer than he really was. Josh could see Iris and Molly's outfits and was thoroughly...intrigued.

(Oops, ignore)

(Since you all kind of showed what you're wearing, i will too.)

Iris waved at Josh when he walked in. Suddenly she felt self conscious of what she was wearing and tugged the sides of her black dress nervously. "You look great, Josh." she said smiling. She turned to look at the time, it was exactly 8, and Iris clenched her fists. "Late...all of them." She greached for her coat just as she heard Raleigh and Mako run up to the door panting.

"Late." she accused them, just as Raleigh opened his mouth to speak.

"I can explain." he said, standing up. He actually looked really nice as well. His outfit was nicer than anyone here. "Mako here couldnt keep her hands...or mouth for that matter, off me. I had to run here." he said it jokingly, but for those who knew the two were in a committed relationship...it was really disturbing. Iris frowned and looked at Mako, and her jaw dropped. The dress she wore was stunning. She sighed. This was why they were together.

"Why would you tell them that Raleigh!?" Mako squealed, embarassed. Her face turned red and normally she wouldnt have reacted as such, but since this was a relaxed situation, she wasent trying to hide anything.

"Well it was either tell the truth, or get beaten by Iris. And i choose the first one." he said hugging her. Walking over to Jack, Iris whispered in his ear, "Remember when i said we were the hottest team...i think we've just been outdone." she said laughing afterwards.

Since everyone but Milo and Emmett were here, Iris grabbed her coat and said, "Well i suppose in addition to getting pummeled by me, milo and Emmett will just have to miss out on Ranger's night out." she said with an excited hop. "C'mon guys, lets go get wasted." she said, leading everyone out of her room.

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Hong Kong city was more alive at night than it ever was during the daylight hours. THe group of Rangers got a few looks as they walked the streets towards Iris's favorite place to eat. She didnt know it by heart, but in a travel book Iris took with her when she went out was a good way to find it. The Restaurant was called Sushi Kuu and in the little booklet it had a small description under the name that read:

A relaxed, convivial high-end Japanese restaurant – where else, having had omakase (literally "chef's choice" , which costs £80 or more), might you be asked if you want a humble rice burger to end the meal? This is after a long parade of delicate, beautifully presented dishes such as onsen tamago (slow-cooked eggs) with uni (sea urchin) and ikura (roe), chilled cod shirako (the squeamish might want to avoid this – it's cod sperm), chawanmushi (steamed egg custard) with uni, and both raw and lightly torched sushi, all conjured up by executive chef Satoru Mukogawa – a samurai descendent with film star looks. Lunch is busy, but a lot quieter in terms of atmosphere, with people ordering sushi and sashimi sets, chirashi rice and grilled fish or beef.

As they reached the street of the place, Iris finally felt completely relaxed. It usually took some time to get completely unwound, but being here with all her new and old friends, had made it that much easier.

As soon as the group had settled at a table, Vladimir called out to a server.

“I am going to need you to immediately bring me two—no, three, bottles of hot sake and two bottles of sapporo and fuck it, I need a martini too.”

The server's eyes bulged out of her head a bit as she wrote down Vladimir's monstrous drink order and then scurried off.

“Are you even going to eat anything?” Raleigh asked, the first person to break the stunned silence around the table.

“I dunno, we'll see how the night goes.” Vladimir said as he dug for his pack of cigarettes.

“You smoke?” Iris asked as he clamped a cigarette in his mouth.

“I'm sorry, I didn't know we took a group trip to the Spanish Inquisition.”

“How drunk are you?”

“I may have had a pint of rum before I came to the room, what of it?”

“Just...don't start any fights.”

“We'll see how the night goes,” he responded as his drink order was brought over by two servers and put in front of him. He immediately alternated between gulps of sake and beer until the first bottle of each was gone. He picked up the second bottle of sake and chugged the entire thing as the people around the table stared in a sort of horrified awe. His friends had seen him drink, and were probably just amazed that he had gotten faster, while he couldn't help but think the new Rangers they were with were probably equal parts horrified and amazed, maybe the needle pulling a bit more towards the horrified side of things.

Josh had taken a seat next to Iris at the fairly large table. He had hoped to not be the center of attention for the night and luckily for him, Vladimir took up the reigns on that with supreme efficiency. Things were quiet in terms of the livelihood of their party, too caught up in scene Vlad was making. He considered saying something but wasn't sure of what. The waitress was still near by so it gave him an idea. "M'am, could we get a round of shots, one for each of us?" he asked, the lady accepted the order and got right on it. The others around the table gave him a look of various moods, but he replied with a facial expression that said to trust him. After a short wait, the woman brought over 5 shot glasses, each filled with a clear liquid. He didn't specify what kind of shot so the thought that immediately went through his mind was how much was this going to cost him but it was too late to back out now. Josh grabbed his shot and raised it up. "To Rangers. Old and new alike. May we fight well and live even better." he said, making a toast to the others. hoping they'd raise their's along with him.

Molly giggled, raising her glass to Josh and drinking the water from it. She wasn't planning on getting drunk, but if it happened it happened. She sat on the other side of Josh, not paying attention to Vlad and his beer gut. Looking at the others she shrugged, getting up and tapping Josh's shoulder. "Hey, cover for me, I'm going to go dance. Thanks love." She kissed his forehead and quickly scurried over to the dance floor.

Iris's eyebrow raised when Molly got up. She took a shot and raised it before downing it easily then her eyes narrowed when she kissed his head and scurried away. Oh hell no. Iris put down her shot glass with a firm thud before standing up and following her. She pranced over in her black ballet flats and started dancing with Molly.

"Hey, uh. Not to sound like a bitch but uh, I totally call dibs on him." she noticed the guys and girls had started pairing up so she took Molly's hand and danced with her. "Though, in good spirit why dont we give him a show? If you outdance me, you can have him." She spun around under Molly's hand and ended up in her arms, swaying her hips along with the older woman. "Of course you can back out now and i wont have to embarass you." she gave her friend a smile as they both twirled away from eachother and landed in the arms of seperate guys.

Molly giggled, looking at Iris as if she was crazy, after all what had she done? It was a peck on the forehead, they didn't make out, she knew her friend was simply jealous. Afraid that Molly was drunk enough to take her boyfriend, it was...cute. "Iris, are you drunk? Or are you just acting crazy? I don't want Josh okay? It was just a kiss on the forehead."

With a sigh she looked over the man she was partnered with, he wore a tux and looked too classy to be dancing in a club. "Hi, I was wondering if you could-ah!" With a cry Molly was lifted and dipped, her hair skimming the floor. The man chuckled and spun her around as she desperately clung to his jacket.