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[hr][sub][i][color=F95736]With:[/color] Everyone
[color=F95736]Location:[/color] Saniwa Family Estate[/i][/sub][hr]
Al's sketch was pretty unnerving, but Barbatos guessed that's what made his art so good. Eliciting feelings and all that. Barbatos squinted at the drawing and tilted his head. He didn't recall seeing anyone with eyes like that, false or otherwise, but he'd pay more attention going forward. With the preliminary investigation winding down Barbatos finished his latte (that he'd gratefully accepted) and crumpled the cup, tossing it into the 'incinerator' too. Time to split up, like usual. 

[color=F95736]"The suspense, chief, always with the suspense,"[/color] he said before starting to shuffle towards the exit. He really wanted to see the crime-mobile, but he'd get another chance. Besides, riding with Kelly probably wouldn't be the best use of his time or talents, what few he had. Barbatos met Lorelei's look with a grin.

[color=F95736]"Of course!"[/color] he chirped. [color=F95736]"I got a [i]rapport[/i] with a lot of them over there."[/color]

Okay he hadn't meant that to sound as skeevy as it did, but it was true. Many hosts, hostesses and working girls appreciated a regular conversation between clients, and oh man, the [i]stories[/i] they told. Chatting with them was fun, and if he was a little extra free security for them when he was around there was nothing wrong with that... [i]and[/i] if on the rare occasion he got pushed by a club matron to support the business a little more directly then, you know, stuff happened. All good.

Speaking of stories though, Barbatos turned his grin at Dezzie as he and the pair of ladies made their way to Lorelei's ride. [color=F95736]"You guys can tell me about when you worked together before!"[/color]

[hr][sub][i][color=F95736]With:[/color] Lorelei, Dezzie
[color=F95736]Location:[/color] Shoppiiiiiing[/i][/sub][hr]
Barbatos blinked down at the positively [i]casual[/i] outfit he was wearing. Then down further at the socks and sandals combo (you weren't supposed to be open toed at a crime scene but that's what the socks were for). After a beat he looked back at Lorelei with a smile that was part sheepish, part appreciative. 

[color=F95736]"You think I look like a cop right now?"[/color] he asked, light-hearted. [color=F95736]"Aww, thanks."[/color]

His tail was raised slightly off the floor so any patron of the store moving around wouldn't trip over it. He hadn't expected the stop for clothes and was now a little out of his element. Of course since Lorelei had fed him like she usually did, he wasn't about to complain about her plans - especially if she was offering to pay. He kiiiiiinda wanted to take her up on that, but she already did so much for the team.

[color=F95736]"You don't have to, Lor. I paid off some debts last month so I'm good."[/color] He seemed pleased about it. [color=F95736]"Oh! I should take you out to dinner after the case wraps up to pay you back for the thing. You too Dezzie, it'll be fun."[/color]

And what the hell, he'd probably invite Yam as well. Unfortunately he wasn't made of money and the Section 7 salary wasn't [i]that[/i] great, so the guys would have to pay their own way if they found out and tagged along.

Still, despite saying all of that Barbatos hardly moved. He eyed a few pieces and a few price tags, but otherwise seemed content to just stand there with his dumb smile. Maybe waiting for Dezzie to pick something first, or maybe seeing if Lorelei might let him off the hook.