The overall tour in Romes eyes was a continious bore, long boring walks followed by long boring talks followed by even more walking. He felt like nothing was getting accomplished, his anxiety creeping down his spine and to the tip of his toe as he began tapping in annoyment at every chance he got. Rin felt his anxiety and did all she could to calm him, remembering past times of them together sending images of him in their mind back in America working on his old '62 ford fairlane with Rin in the background dancing to various music being played on the radio. It helped... But even Rinaziel was getting annoyed at some points. Although she did enjoy a bit of the history during some of the tours, one her few actual vices being art and music. Anything that filled the senses that she was left with after the experiment.
Nightfall...
Come nightfall they arrived at their destination, a shady looking club on the "darker" side of town. Even though they were both merged while sitting stuffed in the van both of them had smiles from cheek to cheek. "Bout time we had a little fun on our patriotic mission" Roman quipped. With wepon restrictions a bit more lenient now he decided to wear his Lucky jacket despite the muggy warm weather that night. This allowed him to conceal not only his favorite revolver loaded with a special blend of silver jacketed cedar core bullets, he also had his 12 gauge shotgun loaded with buckshot mixed with some silver and lead buckshot for good measure, stock folded and slung deep in concealment behind his shoulder in a special pocket in his coat. Last but not least he stashed a basic Makarov pistol to his right ankle just in case. No blades, no clubs, no problem.
Upon entry to the club Rome and Rin knew their roles. Be the center of attention. Roman obviousy from out of town thanks to his accent was to make himself big, keep everyones eyes on him while the others do their things behind the scenes. Fixing his jacket collar propping up the hidden mic sewn in the stitching and camera on a nearby button and flicked the button to test the vid feed. "Hunter two five about to get his boogey on at this dance floor!" Roman chuckled as he proceeded to pull two of the closest human girls near him towards the center of the dance floor. Pool right above him and a perfect viewpoint for all to see him as well as him seeing anything coming his way. Pulling one of the scantily clad women close to him and dancing like theres no tomorrow, laughing and gesturing for more to join. "C'mon ladies, the Big Boss has come to town and he wants all of you lovely ladies to boogey with him. With the help of Rin masking his scent from others, he appeared to be just an ignorant tourist looking for a good time.
Roman was enjoying himself but Rin on the other hand was on lookout. The low fog created by the DJ's fog machines gave a perfect cover for their smoky outline. The music was loud and amazing, lights filled the air and the smells of blood, sweat, hormones and sex was driving Rin crazy. All her vices in one room, and she had no choice but to keep herself composed. It was hard to resist, when Roman pulled one of the women close every inch of her wanted to wrap herself around the unsuspecting girl and take her body in more ways than one. It hurt, but she had to resist... If not for the mission, then for her "Humanity".
