Ichiro smiled knowingly, the officers had actual work cut out for them every year of the dark month. Something about it made the residents impulsive and much more of a threat than any other time of the year. Which is the reason Ichiro was so well armed, several other firearms safely locked away in his suite. "Of course, I wish you luck with the coming month. It's always so.. turbulent," Ichiro agreed in an accented voice.

Ichiro knew Aaron meant well when he patted his shoulder, but the officer's natural demeanor was never what one could call warm. Nevertheless, he didn't flinch like softer residents of Whittier might. Instead he huckled as he stepped through the doorway, turning to Aaron. "Thank you, I hope you have a good time tonight. I think you'll need it." Bowing slightly to show his respect, he crossed the floor and made his way directly to the bar, where he was poured a small cup of sake. A beige bottle, warm to the touch, was set beside the cup. The bartender was aware of Ichiro's particular tastes and accommodated the Japanese man to best of his abilities.

Sipping his drink, Ichiro took a perfunctory scan of the room, his eyes alighting on a few of the more interesting residents, as well as the Mayor and his new fling. The older man always amused Ichiro, the man's vigor never really flagging with the years. He made sure to remind himself to stop at the table and pay his respects to his friend. Yet, Ichiro's real interest fell to Lola, who'd recently entered the room. She was a sight and would intimidate a lesser man. He met her eye and raised his cup slightly in recognition and welcome, before tossing back the alcohol. Turning back to the bar, he refilled his cup and began the ritual anew.