He judged their reactions for a second. Understanding one was definitely mad, he laughed self-deprisively. This was going to be fun. Hearing the man with the wet shirt, complain and bargain about his place, he wanted to sigh just a tad, well then he heard it was tri-coloured hair boy's birthday. Shoot. Looks like he has to comply. This was a pain, even if it was just one screw, not like it will actually mean anything right? Might as well. Watching the guy put his hand on his freind's mouth then slid to his waist and then he took his shirt off, revealing his mesh-like singlet underneath the stained.

"H-huh? It's your birthday? Well... I feel really bad now, aha..." He scratched the back of his head, ruffling his fingers through his light brown hair. [i]Brrrrrriiiiiiing.[/i] That would be his phone, looking at the caller ID. It was his bar manager, the one he was going to take them to. He hated when this happened, this meant he'd had to speak in Japanese. Grabbing his phone from his right pocket, Blake put the device towards his ear. [i]"Moshi moshi? Ara, Kito-san. Doushita no? Mou... Hai. Wakarimashita. Hai. Saa, jan ne.[/i]" With a little click he slid it back into the pocket of navy blue slacks. "Alright, let's go. First off though, I need your names considering I need to put your names on the VIP list. The drinks will be free with top service. My name is Ken- I mean, Blake Whitlea. Sorry for getting off the wrong foot earlier." Blake could be modest too! Like right now, when he wasn't busy flirting, he was much more normal. Putting on a cute and dazzling smile, he started to walk to the building he owned.