Cards Struck By Needles [Hisoillu]

Spare Time

Illumi and Hisoka now found themselves in some city in the middle of  the United States of Saherta. The Underground Auction wouldn't be until a few days, so they didn't find themselves in a hurry to get to Yorknew.

"Do you think we should stay here for a little?" Hisoka asked. "What would we do here though? Illumi answered. "I don't know. We could explore the city, perhaps. We have quite a bit of time on our hands." "Alright."

So they walked through the city, looking at buildings, people, houses, and stores. Illumi felt relaxed, being able to roam such a place, without being under strict rules, for his mission. Illumi felt so much at peace; but that changed, as he thought of his parents, sending people to look for him and to bring him back home. He also wondered why he hadn't been caught yet.

"It's getting late, shall we go get some dinner?" Asked Hisoka. "Yes, I'm quite hungry." Said Illumi, before spotting a restaurant across the street. The then pointed there, for Hisoka to see.
"There?" Hisoka asked; he was pretty sure he had been there before, but didn't remember being in that city. "I remember being there before, they have an amazing selection at the bar." He said.

The two then walked across the street, into the restaurant, and sat down at a table. The place was pretty dark, but there was a lot going on. The waiter came over, so they ordered. Illumi ordered a Caesar salad, while Hisoka chose a fettuccine Alfredo.

It didn't take long for their food to arrive, and both men dug in once it did. Illumi ate quickly, but politely; and Hisoka took a bit longer to finish his meal.

"Shall we go to the bar?" Hisoka suggested. Illumi agreed, before they paid for the meal and made their way over to the bar.

Both Hisoka and Illumi had gotten their drinks. "So, what do you do in your free time, instead of stalking assassins?" Illumi asked. "Ouch." The magician said, with a sarcastic undertone. "And why do you dress like a clown?" "Are you always this mean? I'm a magician." Hisoka said, turning away, crossing his arms, with an offended look on his face, jokingly.

The second round of drinks had come around, and they were strong. Hisoka was already acting a little different, slightly more childish. Illumi, on the other hand, was not affected one bit by the alcohol, as he was immune to any sort of drug or poison, through intense training bduring his childhood.

The drinking continued.

"Give me your pins, I want to touch them." Hisoka demanded, playfully. "No." Illumi answered, abruptly. "Pleeeeaaase? Ooh I like your hair, can I play with it? It's so pretty, and long, and perfect." Hisoka's eyes had lit up with excitement, like those of a child. Illumi, though slightly flattered by Hisoka's comments, but remembered that Hisoka was still drunk. He grabbed some cash from deep inside his pocket, paid for both of their drinks, and dragged Hisoka out of the restaurant.

Illumi got them a taxi, and told the driver to take them to Yorknew City. "That's quite a long drive." The driver said, it was already late.