Good evening? Deon had to snort out a slight laugh. Where the hell did this guy come off with his manners? No...he definitely wasn't lower-district material, but he did respond to James by running his fingertips over the tips of the shaved hair on Vander's head.

"She is quite lovely isn't she?" He agreed, his eyes glancing from one part of her body to the next. She was thin...a little too thin for his liking but that just meant that she was into the hardcore stuff, and Deon liked hardcore women. "You've got some style baby." He smirked pulling his hand back from the shaved part of her head and then ran his hand over his own shaved parts on his head, first the left side and then the right as if to accentuate that he too was shaved. He then shot a deadly look to James as he kept on insisting to talk. Deon craned his neck a bit, rewarded with two loud cracking noises coming from his neck as he did so and looked down on James as if he were nothing more than the scum on the bottom of his shoe.

"Baby if he's bothering you, you just say the word and I'll take him out back...straighten him out real nice." Deon threatened James, keeping his golden eyes on the 'rich boy.' "You want a good time right?" He asked, then turning his attention back to Vander, who's name had once again slipped his mind even though he had just heard her say it. "Tell you what, look at it this way." He said and moved himself completely in between herself and James, his back to James and pushing him away against the bar and his flexed chest towards her.

"You stick around ol Richy over here and you get a laugh, maybe two. You go home with me tonight, I'll get ya whatever ya want. Watcha want baby? More alcohol? Some hash? Need a needle in your arm? I can hook you up baby!" He said letting out a slightly squeaked laugh, as the alcohol was starting to consume his brain more and more. The announcer came back onto the microphone, blaring his voice out over the music and loud guests.

"No volunteers? Well then, you all know what that means. The Crusher gets to pick his next victim!" The room exploded, the girls overly excited and the men rather pissed off. Deon broke into a grin, still facing Vander but his finger pointed directly to James.

"Him! I pick him!"

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At hearing her name, sounding somewhat echoed, Kate initially thought that it was someone from the meeting that was instructed to follow her, but when she did a quick look around she saw nothing...until it was staring her right in the face. Staring down the blue dilated light that was looking straight at her, Kate forced herself to take a few steps backwards having been startled, and then awe struck her slender face the moment she realized that it was the robot that had been talking to her.

"Uhm...ye-uh...affirmative..." Kate said nodding her head up and down, but her eyes glanced over the workmanship of the robot. She circled around him, letting her fingers be her eyes as she went around him and carefully examined his wire structure, his main frame, even his circuitry. Everything about this robot seemed so-

"Perfect. You're...perfect!" She exclaimed having come full circle around the robot and staring back at the area she knew for it to be an eye. "You...you shouldn't exist...I...where did you come from?"