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Sair kept an eye on her, holding up a finger to the man. "If you treat her nasty like that, fatso, I'm going to have to treat you nasty back. Hmmm? Now show me to this boss of yours, eh?" He smirked. He was rather...excited, about meeting him. It was going to be very interesting indeed!

The 'fatso' did not look overly concerned with Sair's threats, and did not change his actions any. They were on his home turf now, he was feeling cocky. Continuing to drag her along by her long brown hair, he approached a warehouse, and motioned for Sair to let himself in. 'Fatso' wasn't letting go of the gun or the girl, until they were safely inside amongst several of his friends, and the boss.

The inside of the warehouse was dimly lit, and crawling with gang members. Rather unceremoniously he tossed Ariadne to the ground, at the feet of a small grouping of them.

Sair went in with them and caught Ariadne as she was tossed, helping her up to her feet. "Well, this looks like quite the party, huh?" He looked around and smirked. "So where's the bossman, hm? I'd love to meet him!" He gestured around him. "I see plenty of cockroaches, but where's the queen bee?"

The fatso grinned ear to ear, "I'd watch your mouth. If I were you, you cocky S.O.B." He gestured towards the back room. "He's in the office, expecting you. Girl stays here. Don't worry, we'll keep her entertained."

Ariadne reflexively pressed a little closer to Sair's side. Severely uncomfortable with anything that sentence could have meant.

Sair lifted a finger and wagged it at him. "Ah-ah-ah, the proper term is 'bastard'." He smirked. "And the girl comes with me. I'm sure bossman wants to meet her too, don't you?" He put an arm around Ariadne and started walking towards the back room. He eyed the door with a growing grin. It was time. Time to meet the big man.

Ariadne was relieved that he hadn't left her to her own devices with the creeps in the main warehouse room. "I'm....Oh god, I'm really sorry Sair." She whispered to him as they made their way, to likely, and early demise. This was all her fault.

Sair chuckled. "Sorry? You got me to their hideout. Their lair, Ariadne. Do you know what I can do with this info?" His eyes nearly sparkled. "Sure, it'd be better if you weren't here, but I'll take what I can get." He put his hand on the doorknob, grinned, and opened it. "Lucy I'm hooome!"

Ariadne peered over his shoulder into the dimly lit room. The man they had seen on the TV was sitting in a leather chair, a wide, predatory smile pasted on his face. It looked unnatural. He was not alone, three, heavily armed men stood in the room, each acting as if Sair and Ariadne did not even exist. Likely they wouldn't in a few short minutes. At least, that's what Ariadne expected.

"You have some 'splainin' to do." The man retorted. Though it wasn't so much funny, as creepy.

Sair stepped in and grinned. "Well well well, if it isn't old bossman in the flesh! Cute little place you got here, though I would advise some flower vases around the area, make it look more homely." He watched the man, never taking his eyes off the boss. The guards were ignored. All that mattered was the main man.

The Bossman chuckled. "You seem very cocky, for a man who is about to die. Perhaps you'll take your situation a little more seriously if I have your girlfriend killed first." He gave a pointed look to one of the men to his side, who immediately lifted his fire arm, pointing it roughly in Ariadne's direction.

Ariadne flinched, thinking they were going to shoot her right then and there, but apparently it had been just a threat, the bullet never came.

Sair lifted a finger. "Confident, not cocky. There's a difference. Anyways, how have you been? I see you changed your fashion sense. Stripes just wasn't doing it for you, eh?" He smiled. "So, bossman, what'll it be? Surely you aren't gonna just kill me. That's too simple. I put you in jail, so why would you let me off easy?" He smirked. "So what is it? If you're gonna do me off anyways, why not share your plan to me?"

The boss didn't even look irritated by Sair's attitude, though Ariadne expected they might get killed over it. So Sair had landed this man in jail? She wondered what for, though she expected there were no end to the reasons be deserved to be there.

The boss man folded his hands. "Well, since you asked so nicely. The plan is the same it's always been. You get to watch while we kill your girlfriend, slowly. While we are doing so, you can reflect on why you should never have messed with me. Depending on wether or not you've learned your lesson, we may torture you as well. If you die during the course of it..." The boss shrugged. "It will be no worry for me."

"Ahh, I see. Well there's a problem there, pal. She's not my girlfriend. In fact, she's a pain in my ass and she's got a stick up her own, eh? Sooo if you were expecting me to break down sobbing for you to spare my dearly beloved's life, it's not going to happen."

He shrugged. "Torture. It's so cliche. Can't you be more creative? I mean, I'm not exactly a normal person. So you could at least find a special way to torture me, hm?" He brightened. "My parents! There you go, grab my parents and torture them!" He paused, then smirked. "Ah, but that won't work, will it? You're too scared to get near my house, because of my dear old dad." He let go of Ariadne and stepped forward, slamming his palms down on the desk.
"I'll share a secret with you. A secret you'll just love." He smirked.

"My dad is always watching me. And he's pissed you're threatenin' his kid. I'd hide, if I were you." He ducked down, and a loud roar echoed through the building, so loud it shook the lights. It died off after a moment, and Sair poked his head back up. "So...about that torture plan.."

The Boss man smirked as Sair gave his somewhat long winded explanation. Didn't really matter whether or not the oh-so-helpful girl was his girlfriend or not. The man had thrown himself into danger, to help her out. Boss man was betting he wouldn't be so chipper when they started carving pieces out of her.

Everyone in the room however,besides perhaps Sair, jumped at the flickering of lights, and the loud roar that accompanied it. The man holding the gun, trained on Ariadne fumbled.

Sair moved fast at their reactions, jumping onto the table and kicking one of the guards, then spinning his tail around to slam it into the face of the other. "Have fun with the devil, boys!" He grinned and jumped off, grabbing Ariadne and running out the door. He dashed through the building quickly, dodging around with her in case anyone started shooting. It was a piece of cake grabbing one of the cars and zooming off in it. And while he drove, he laughed. Hysterically.

Ariadne allowed herself to be dragged off by the hysterically laughing Sair, running with him as they made a clean get-a-way out to one of the easily procurable cars. Holy, they'd actually made it, and in one piece, no worse for wear, aside from the large bump on the back of her head, and the intense headache that accompanied it. When they were safely in the car, she let out a long breath, she hadn't realized she'd been holding.

When his laughter finally subsided, Sair grinned at her. "Can you believe it? Can you believe that?! I can't believe it worked, I can't believe they fell for it!" He laughed again, driving to his house and getting her inside. "They won't bother getting near here for weeks! Weeks! That was great!!"

Ariadne looked at him bewildered, and obviously very shaken up. Her eyes might have been watery with unshed tears. She'd seriously thought she was going to die back there.

"H-how...how did you do it?"

Sair smirked. "I told him I wasn't human, remember? I can do...fun things with my voice when I want to. And that trick, making it real loud and stuff, happened. That's why I ducked, so they couldn't see my mouth moving." He smirked. "Idiots."

Ariadne laughed, but eventually her surprised look was replaced with a dismayed one. Nothing had changed. Than goodness, they had lived and had gotten out of there safely enough, but they were no safer then they had been before she'd gotten captured. The reality of this was heavy.