IC: Karakura CI // A Bleach Game

[Masume]

Yourichi

Yoruichi stood up without bothering to take a glance at the paper Orihime was flapping in their faces. She already knew about the club and she had already planned on going. In fact, she had planned on them all going. Truth be told she was itching to get into some action. The others were the ones having all the fun, especially Ichigo, which was fine and dandy but this kitty was bored. So…since the action wasn’t coming to her…she’d just have to coax it out of hiding herself.

Ichigo was their main target. The current chain of events that had put their lives in a tailspin was proof of that. If they all attended this little party the chance of a hollow making a grand entrance increased. And she would actually be there in the thick of it. “I already know about it. I’m going. We’re all going.”

Yourichi linked her fingers in her hands…eww they were sticky. She turned back to the bench and pulled out some napkins from the bottomless pit she called a purse. She pored a little water on it from a aqua bottle and wiped her fingers and mouth clean. She was a bit of a messy eater and she DARED ANYONE TO POINT THAT OUT!

“So it’s settled then? We’ll meet in front of the club say…8ish? Oh and try to look less um…” She took her time drinking in the sight of th two boys. “Um…you know what forget it…” It was actually a funny thought but Renji didn’t really have any clothing here and Rukia picks were very um…well she at times questioned Renji’s sexuality but quickly realized that it was Rukia’s doing not his. Though he wore it well. And Ichigo was just…Ichigo.

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8:36pm. Club Entrance

She wore a dark crimson sleeveless blouse with a plunging neckline that lowered to expose her belly button and clingy black flared pants. She did a dry run around Urahara’s shop in the ensemble and she was able to move freely without any wardrobe malfunctions. Pleased she did a quick make-up check and was off. Make-up truly wasn’t her thing. She didn’t see a big need for it. A bit of gloss on her lips, mascara, eyeliner, and she was good to go. Oversized hoop earrings dangled from her ears as she hitched a cab and headed downtown.

From the cab’s limo, she could already see teenagers and young adults lining up to get into the club. Hmm…drew a bigger crowd then she thought. If a hollow did make an appearance, they’d have to be extra sneaky about it. Or at least about as sneaky as a person could get when facing the gigantic beasts in a deadly tango.

Yoruichi paid her fare, exited the limo and walked toward the entrance. A few students had spotted her and she could already hear their whispers – of course they weren’t really whispers if she could hear them. Her outfit and how unusual it was for a teacher to wear something so daring. Her outfit was pretty tame, if she really wanted to sully their innocence she could walk around naked. Some blushed while others gawked. Yoruichi simply brushed her dark purple hair out of her face, which she had left down and free tonight…until later when the band she wore around her wrist may possibly be need.

She wasn’t the most patient person in the word but she had control. She was one hundred percent certain Orihime would show up. The others she debated that. Renji and Ichigo were too hot-tempered little fuckers. If they didn’t show up she would have their heads!

 

[dragonrazor]

Kino had bought more than a few CDs at the mall. He'd gotten to the club early enough to get lunch there, and ate it while he transferred the songs from his CDs to his laptop. He'd played some classics to warm up the speakers, then did a woofer test, much to the annoyance of his sister. He just stuck his tongue out at her. After the test, he put in some music, and started preparing mixes and playlists. Then he finished off his food, and changed into something more personable in the back rooms. He came out in a pair of black slacks and a grey shirt. He raised an eyebrow, looking at his sister. "You going to wear that in a club?" Then he looked at his watch, and nodded to the bouncer, who opened the outside door, at eight on the dot. The bouncer had little more of a job to do, just keep the peace. It wasn't like it was a strict entrance policy, just keep an eye out for kids who were under eightteen, or people who were over thirty.

 

[Masume]

Harumi

Harumi quietly flipped through a magazine. She grimaced at the blank faced models that adorned the pages. Bah! She could do a much better job than those 80 pounds of dead weight, bleached blonde glorified sluts. She wasn’t a model fan. Tossing the magazine labeled “Seventeen” into a nearby waste bin…she suddenly wasn’t a magazine fan either.

"You going to wear that in a club?" She heard the voice of her smart-alecky brother and she quickly scooped up her backpack and dropped it with a heavy thud onto the table she sat at. “A party goer like me is always prepared for impromptu shindigs.” Rising from her chair, she shifted her back over her arm and shoulder and began walking toward the ladies room. “Besides...” She added.

“All you’ve talked about is tonight. Annoying mom and I in the process. How could I not be prepared?”

She stopped walking and looked at him. Her eyes examining every inch. She burst into a tiny fit of laughter. “You wearingthat? I’m sure Inoue loves her men looking like boring old geezers!” She made a gagging gesture and hurried into the washroom before he could do any damage. She changed with expert speed. One who sneaked out of the house and was forced to change in the most uncomfortable places, climates became a wiz at changing their clothes, and sometimes appearance…she really should have considered a career in crime.

It was already after eight when she left the washroom. Boy, how time flied when you were having fun. She was surprised actually; she hadn’t had any since she was dropped here from work. Work had been boring as hell. The record store she worked at was virtually costumer less and when someone finally decided to drop by it was only to use the restroom. Weekdays sucked hard sometimes.

 

[dragonrazor]

Kino glared at her, fuming over her insinuation. He shook his head, then sat down on the chair behind his DJ equipment. He was dressed for comfort, not for show. After all, it wasn't like he was there for a date, like half the guys that would be showing up. He was there to work. And since the outfit was purchased as part of a set that included an expensive blazer and tie, he was quite satisfied with what he had opted to use of the set. When she came back out, he smiled. "Got to warn you, this place gets loud. Between the music and the buzz of the crowd, it might drown out your attempts at creating mental fantasies where the models in those magazines get burned in a tanning salon."

 

[VeXeR]

Renji sighed as he looked at the clothes lying on the bedrool before him, how he hated dressing up, Shinigami weren't supposed to dress up, why couldn't they just stay in their original form and watch over Ichigo and the other humans instead of this masquerade, the mere though made him twist and squirm once again displeased with his faux body. And what were these clothes anyway, it looked like something they'd make Kon wear just to annoy him.

He dropped his head and sighed, most of all he wanted to get out of this body and do a patrol of the town, a looong patrol. He needed to get away from all this just abit but then again... He very much liked to feel his heart beat and his head still attached to his neck, both things that were sure to change if he didn't show up as Yoruichi had asked them to. But why on earth did she want to drag them to a club... a club for crying out loud... and what was up with this music they hear. Thinking about it almost made Renji shiver, gah how he just wanted to stay, but now that he thought about it there was a few pros in going, first was that Yoruichi would finally get out of her teachers clothes and into something more comfertable, so at least he had something to feast his eyes on.

Turning his head to look over his shoulder he noticed the time and sighed, if he didnt get a move on he'd be late. With a pout he bend down and picked up the clothes, at least this shirt was black giving him some referrence to his robes, but what was up with these pants... damn Rukia and her clothes, sometimes he felt like her dressup doll, the ones she'd always freak out about telling the entire world how cute they were.

A few minutes later Renji emerged from Uruhara's shop looking somewhat uncomfertable in the new clothes but what the hell. He turned down the street heading to the club leaving before anyone could catch him and ask him to clean the place like the always did, how he hated being a freeloader it was so much work, geez.

Suddenly he froze with a soft gasp, his eyes going wide, it hit him like a brick wall "what?! It can't be! What is this crazy reiatsu, some kind of monster?!" It was more forceful than any he had felt so far, even from that monster of a Captain Kenpachi, the surprise of the strong reiatsu made it difficult for him to breathe "what the hell is this". Then as suddenly as it had appeared it was gone again, Renji spun around several times scouting for the unseen enemy to make sure he wasn't being tricked but there was no trick, the monster had disapeared. Catching his breath for a while he pondered what on earth that thing could have been before glancing down at his watch... he was late, and besides he had to tell his friends about this. Making a quick turn he ran towards the club and after a while he spotted it, there it was, just down there on the corner he should be able to see the others soon.

 

[Masume]

Yoruichi

Yoruichi clutched the her chest, gripping her open blouse closed. Just what the hell was that? It had taken her by surprise so much so that a few club bangers rushed to he side curious as to what had just overwhelmed the dark skinned woman. She brushed them off tossing them some flimsy excuse about the chilly air tonight. While pathetic it was enough to the fool the two men who instead took their time examine her ample cleavage. Rolling her eyes, Yoruichi glanced around. Really. She was not going to stand here all damn night waiting on these little punks.

She would normally drag Urahara to these sorts of things. Urahara was a brilliant man just…lazy. Incredibly lazy. She actually missed him. There was never a dull moment when the charismatic stripped hat wearing exile was around. Plus, it made her feel squirmy not having an arm hooked in with hers. She felt…lonely and that displeased her greatly.

Then she spotted Renji…

He looked…uncomfortable? What had Rukia done this time? The shirt was simple, crisp and black and the pants were…uh…never mind. Of course, he was still getting used to the living world and that faux body of his. She would have been more than happy to show him personally that faux bodies were much more useful than he thought…but…

“OY RENJI! OVER HERE!” There were matters that needed to be discuss but not until everyone had arrived.

 

[dragonrazor]

Kino had started to move a case of CDs, when suddenly he felt a chill. So cold, it seemed, that the case fell from nerveless fingers onto the floor. He looked around, trying to figure out the source of the cold. Seeing nothing that would cause him to be cold, let alone THAT cold, he shook his head. Besides, it was gone just as quickly. Weird, he thought. Made him think of something his father used to say. He suddenly wished he had a sword, even if just to feel safer.

 

[VeXeR]

"OY Renji" he heard Yoruichis's voice up ahead, was she the only one to arrive? He hadn't been able to spot the others yet and hence set his course directly for her, to tell the truth he was glad that she was there waiting for him, that reiatsu back there freaked him out.

He was slightly out of breath when he reached her and his eyes not yet back to normal size, it was obvious that something had happend on his trip, he looked slightly down to look into her eyes "Did you feel that?!, what the hell was that! What is up with these Hollow why don't they show themselves" he was clearly frustated about the hidden enemy, an unseen enemy is far more dangerous than the one right infront of you. In the middle of his ramblings he noticed Yoruichi, her eyes were examining his clothes. "Yoruichi..." Renji pouted "Oy! Yoruichi!! did you even hear what i said?!"

 

[HeartBomb]

Miss Boobielicious > Orihime!

Orihime started at her full-length mirror nervously letting her eyes trail over her figure. She was very excited about tonight; there was a kaleidoscope of butterflies twisting through her flat tummy. She wore a denim skirt, a red scarf, black tank top and soft pink lipstick, accentuating full lips, lips that looked too sexy to be on such a youthful face. She hated to be late but she had a bit of an accident with her dinner. Who knew soup could burn like that? Though she did think she could possibly use the paste--er soup as glue now!

After giving herself the thumbs up. She was running down her street headed to the club. She was glad everyone wanted to go and a smile was practically plastered on her lovely face. Orihime ran her slender fingers through her chestnut hair nervously. Why was she so nervous? She was a bit unnerved...no unnerved wasn’t the correct word. She was just a bit anxious about seeing that guy again. Word was he would be djing tonight. Apparently, it was a big break/moment for him. She was unable to understand why he had starred at her the way he had. She should have been more polite. Waved over introduced him to everyone. Under different circumstances, she would have been more than happy too. That was how she was with everyone she met. Open arms, warm welcome...that was what everyone deserved. Good or bad. Because deep down not everyone had bad intentions. She had seen some men who challenged that theory. But she still believed. She sighed heavily, slipped the flower pins into her hair as she ran and muttered such gibberish to herself, she didn't even understand herself.

Her smile grew when she saw Yoruichi and Renji! Her slim legs carried her faster and pumped harder until she was able to catch up with them. Orihime put on her casual, big and optimistic smile and greeted the two with a cherry tone. "Yoruichi-San, Abarai Renji." Orihime bowed to them both, pulling the strands of her har behind her ears. Yoruichi-san looked...gorgeous. Her cheeks burned at the sight and Renji looked. A bit of comfortable but it was wonderful to see him out of uniform and one of Rukia's creations. Though she always found he was able to pull off any look! "You two look amazing! Where's...Ichigo?"

 

[Masume]

Yoruichi

Yoruichi bit down on her plump bottom lip stifling a laugh. He looked so…out of place. She raised her fingers to her own lips and closed her eyes. “Yes…yes I’m not deaf!” She shouted back, causing a few heads to turn. She lowered her voice and pulled Renji closer her golden eyes giving him a never-ever-raise-your-voice-at-me stare. She moved her fingers to his lips and whispered. “Inside…we’ll talk.” She moved her hands down to her sides as Orihime appeared.

She greeted them with her usual cheerful ways. Yoruichi was just thankful the girl hadn’t pulled her into another one of her bare hugs. With her outfit, she was sure they’d give these kids a wardrobe malfunction. “Glad you could make it Orihime. Ichigo?” Yoruichi glanced around. There was no sign of him yet but she’d have his head tomorrow…hell tonight! If he didn’t show up. Speaking of which she was sure she could coax Renji to join her in the festivities. He’d be stuck with two sexy women…maybe he wouldn’t be so upset that Ichigo left him hanging.

She hadn’t only noticed that but the fact that watching him seemed to throw him off a bit. That rise in his temper was not only becoming his biggest trademark but something that could be manipulated against him. She wasn’t sure why exactly making men and women for that matter squirm gave her such pleasure but it did. She eyed him up again her eyes resting on the tribal tattoos that peaked through his bandanna. She wasn’t sure why exactly he chose to hid them she personally found them very intriguing. She dug her fingernails into her skin when the urge to trace them with her tongue arose.

“He’s got 5 minutes. No more and we’re heading in. We have some things to discuss but not until after we loosen up a bit.” The tension was killing her. From the moment, she felt that power…that force. These hollows were playing tricks with them. Toying with them as if they were their puppets and they the puppet master. If there was anything she disliked more it was being toyed with…unless of course the result was a bedroom and two sweaty bodies entwined in erotic bliss.

 

[dragonrazor]

Kino started playing one of his mixes, then nodded again at the bouncer, who started ushering people in. He didn't know who would be there that night, but he had a good feeling, in spite of the cold sensation from earlier. He looked up from his equipment to see his sister sitting against the bar, and shook his head. Then he noticed two extremely familiar shocks of hair. One was a dark purple, odd compared to the dark body the hair belonged to, and the other was a bright orange, chestnut color. He raised an eyebrow, then shrugged. They were welcome at the club, of course, but he doubted anyone ever came to the club to see him. He sat back in a chair, and reached for the handle of a minifridge he kept behind the equipment.

OOC: yes, i know it's short, but i don't have much to respond to till you guys are inside <<

 

[VeXeR]

Renji was somewhat shocked as Yoruichi shouted back at him causing him to blink and freeze somewhat just standing there until the strong arm of Yoruichi pulled him so dangerously close to her face, those big golden eyes staring into his, by god she was beautyful and when she pulled him this close he noticed her very... appealing perfume aswell, and yet the only thing he could say was a weak "yes ma'am". Yoruichi had that effect on both Ichigo and himself, kind of like that crazy fireworks woman he could never remember the name of, both women had something scary about them when mad and you did not want to cross them.

He nearly fell forward as Yoruichi let him go, stumbling to regain his balance he looked up at Orihime "Hey Inoue good to see you" he wasn't sure if she had felt the reiatsu from before if so she didn't seem affeected by it at all, he could never really read Inoue, she always seemed cheerful and bouncing a round with a smile on her face.

Picking himself up he looked around wondering where Ichigo was, he couldn't help but smile softly thinking about what Yoruichi would do if he didn't show up. Besides he wasn't in the worst company even if Ichigo didn't show both females were more than normally attactive, he had always admired perfect body but also her strength, she definatly knew how to handle herself and even though Renji had never fought or even sparred with her he was affraid that she would have to upper hand on him, he liked that in a woman, someone who could take care of herself (and look good while doing it).

"Well lets head towards the entrance, the line is already starting to form and if we stand here and wait we'll never get in, we'll just save a spot for him" he looked at the two ladies extending his arm towards Yoruichi to hook it in hers before looking over at Inoue repeating the gesture, he didn't really know if she liked walking like that but he didn't want to appear rude either, he might be rough around the edges but a gentleman at heart.

 

[EnigmaRen]

“Hey Renji!” Ichigo was set in pester mode and his tone was a warning. “Maybe I should have brought a pimp cane with me.” Ichigo’s eyes traveled and found Yoruichi. He silently thanked God for making her wear that outfit. Actually, he was thankful she wore anything at all. His cheeks burned and hew knew if he could see his reflection his face would be scarlet red by now.

Slapping a hand to the back of his neck, he scratched his flesh to ease the self-inflicted awkward moment and looked at Orihime. “Hey.” He greeted easily. If she had been anyone other than the often clumsy girl he’d watched grow up he would have had to scratch extra hard. It was odd but he had somewhat become immune to Orihime’s body. He knew she looked good he just couldn’t see her as anything else. The thought had crossed his mind many times before. He just couldn’t indulge them. She was way to nice and settling for him would be a mistake on her part. He knew threat and kept his distance.

“Let’s get this bull over with huh?” Ichigo pushed past them and walked into the club as the line up charged in. Damn, did everyone in town decide to drop by? And he was sure there were some kids here sneaking in. He wasn’t much for crowds. The club was dark and it took a moment for his eyes to adjust. Fucking
hell this better be over quick!

 

[Masume]

--- bump

 

[VeXeR]

Letting Yoruichi's arm hook with his he looked up and spotted Ichigo "Maybe i should have brought a pimp cane with me". Renji felt his arms flex at the remark, how he just wanted to rip his arm out of the hook and punch to insolent punk with all his strenght. For just a few moments he remained like this pulling Yoruichi slightly with him against Ichigo but just before he would have leaped at him he stopped up and huffed heavily as only he could.

"Watch your mouth boy" he snarled before turning towards the club, his eyes looking to meet Yoruichi's in an excuse for the small confrontation between the two once again. "Is everyone here? All set?" he had no idea what was waiting inside, he had never been in a place like that and had no idea what to expect, he looked over at Yoruichi again; at least he was in good company.

His eyes trailed her slender neck while he bit his lower lib gently, damn she was beautyful. He couldn't help but let his eyes wander down her body, her well shaped breasts, firm toned stomach and tight, muscled thighs. She was a woman of dreams, better company was hard to wish for.

 

[Masume]

Yoruichi

OOC: Had to get everyone inside. Haul ass so the others can reply! THAT MEANS YOU HEARTBOMB! Or I won’t buy you those handcuffs you’ve been eyeing!

IC:

Yoruichi closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. Unhooking her arm from Renji’s she took a step back standing in between the two boys. Her arms fell to her sides and she opened her eyes. Raising her arms, she rested a palm on one of their shoulders. Swiftly she raised her hands to the sides of their heads and pressed the sides of their heads together, with the two hot heads slightly bent before her, she leaned down, the tops of her breasts brushing the backs of their heads.

“WE’RE GOING TO HAVE A LOVELY TIME FOR ORIHIME GOT IT? NO FIGHTING! NO SWEARING! JUST A GOOD TIME! GOT IT?! GOOD!”

Yoruichi released her tight grip, hooked her arm with a wide-eyed Orihime and sashayed her way inside of the club as onlookers picked their jaws up from the ground.

 

[VeXeR]

Renji only fought against her grip for a few moments before submitting as he had no other choice "YES MA'AM!" he knew things could get messy if they didn't act nice and with everything going on they didn't need anymore fights amoung their ranks.

As she let them go he stood up rubbing the sore spot and pouting while looking after the two females. Juuust great... oh well better to follow them and see what the evening would bring, he eyed Ichigo before heading on inside with the others.

 

[Masume]

Harumi

The room was buzzing with hormone raged teenagers and young adults. You know sometimes women could be just as nasty as men. She had seen her brother bring home quite a few in his time. Anything occupation that meant money and even just a slice of fame meant you had to keep an out for the gold-digger. Harumi’s radar set off at an alarming rate. Only a few minutes in and she could already see a few skanks eyeing her brother.

Harumi aspired to be a chef. She would one day open up her own restaurant somewhere exotic in the world. Perhaps she could show one of the skanks just how good of a chopper she was. She agued with her brother more than anything else but that didn’t mean she couldn’t be somewhat protective when it came to bottom feeding girls. Lips curling in a smile something orange caught her attention. Oh boy, it was her bros object of affection. That Orihime chick!

Skipping over to her brother, she tugged at the fabric of her shirt. “She came.” Harumi stated gesturing with her thumb Orhime’s figure. Her eyes flickered over the two guys that accompanied Orihime and was that…Yourichi-san? Where teachers even allowed to wear outfits like that? They weren’t in school but…God it was awkward. Not to mention the fact that she was with three students….

Harumi sniffed the air. “You’re wearing that aftershave again aren’t you? You really are trying to impress her.”

 

[dragonrazor]

The room was buzzing with hormone raged teenagers and young adults. You know sometimes women could be just as nasty as men. She had seen her brother bring home quite a few in his time. Anything occupation that meant money and even just a slice of fame meant you had to keep an out for the gold-digger. Harumi’s radar set off at an alarming rate. Only a few minutes in and she could already see a few skanks eyeing her brother.

Harumi aspired to be a chef. She would one day open up her own restaurant somewhere exotic in the world. Perhaps she could show one of the skanks just how good of a chopper she was. She agued with her brother more than anything else but that didn’t mean she couldn’t be somewhat protective when it came to bottom feeding girls. Lips curling in a smile something orange caught her attention. Oh boy, it was her bros object of affection. That Orihime chick!

Skipping over to her brother, she tugged at the fabric of her shirt. “She came.” Harumi stated gesturing with her thumb Orhime’s figure. Her eyes flickered over the two guys that accompanied Orihime and was that…Yourichi-san? Where teachers even allowed to wear outfits like that? They weren’t in school but…God it was awkward. Not to mention the fact that she was with three students….

Harumi sniffed the air. “You’re wearing that aftershave again aren’t you? You really are trying to impress her.”

Kino ignored the girls flirting with him. He simply wasn't interested in them, and didn't see a need to even acknowledge them. He simply listened to the music. He had spotted Orihime easily, as well as the older woman with her arm wrapped around her. He blinked, looking up as Harumi came up to him, tugging on his shirt. He raised an eyebrow, then followed her gesture. Then he smiled, and nodded. "Yeah, I noticed. Though the older woman seems a little possessive of her." Then she made a comment about his aftershave. He sighed, then shook his head again. "You know I always wear this aftershave. I don't have any others."

 

[Masume]

Harumi

“I know. It’s just that at home your odor often resembles a landfill. So I naturally assumed this was for the Miss Boobielicious.” Harumi grinned. Teasing her brother was certainly her most beloved pastime. How on earth would she entertain herself if she had no brother?

“Orihime’s company’s handsome don’t you think? That redhead’s a bit…odd though huh? Then again, from what I hear Orihime’s an odd person in general. Apparently she eats weird too. I haven’t heard much but judging by all the weird little things I have heard. She’s your perfect match. That is if she ever acknowledges your existence and those dudes with her don’t knock you around. That Ichigo gets into fights all the time.”

Harumi leaned over on Kino’s dj booth. Her skirt rising over legging clad legs. “Do you even plan on talking to her?”

 

[dragonrazor]

“I know. It’s just that at home your odor often resembles a landfill. So I naturally assumed this was for the Miss Boobielicious.” Harumi grinned. Teasing her brother was certainly her most beloved pastime. How on earth would she entertain herself if she had no brother?

“Orihime’s company’s handsome don’t you think? That redhead’s a bit…odd though huh? Then again, from what I hear Orihime’s an odd person in general. Apparently she eats weird too. I haven’t heard much but judging by all the weird little things I have heard. She’s your perfect match. That is if she ever acknowledges your existence and those dudes with her don’t knock you around. That Ichigo gets into fights all the time.”

Harumi leaned over on Kino’s dj booth. Her skirt rising over legging clad legs. “Do you even plan on talking to her?”

Kino glared at Harumi. If eyes were lasers, she'd be a crispy spot on the floor. Then he shrugged at Harumi's mention of Orihime's company. "Fighting is something I'm good at, remember?" He watched her sit down on the edge of his booth, and shook his head. Then he shrugged at her question. "If she wants to talk to me, she'll do so. That is, unless you plan on trying to stop her."

 

[VeXeR]

Looking around Renji felt out of place, almost everyone was dancing and shouting, what a mess. Well they were here at least, he wasn't sure where they'd find privacy to discuss what they wanted to but he knew Yoruichi well enough not to question her command.

His tall spikey hair and his bandana stood out in the crowd making most people turn their head and see who that weird looking guy were. He rolled his eyes slightly and sighed, he could see Inoue and Yoruichi up ahead and pushed his way through the crowd to stay with them, of course people moved out of the way for them but not him and Ichigo, maybe a matter of clevage.

He reached them shortly after leaning down almost shouting to hear himself "So, were are we heading?"