Woodstock gave a small nod of thanks as he took a small portion of the meal onto his personal plate, taste-testing it first. He was not displeased. In fact, the meal was rather delicious...in a devilish kind of way. After he finished the first plate, he piled a second plate up, consuming it with inhuman speed, yet was still suprisingly neat. A third plate. A fourth. As he cleaned the fifth plate, washing the meal down with the flask, he gave a contented sigh, giving the Host a smile and a thumbs-up. Damned good, I do say. My compliments to the chef. He gave another sigh, then attempted to swish around the alcohol that no longer existed in the empty flask. Hmm...fresh out. Damn.
He gave a shrug, pocketing the silver flask. Ah, well, got some more in the room... He thought for a moment, then yawned. Damn, walking for a week really takes it out on ya... He stood, gave a small bow of goodbye and thanks, then made his way back to his room, shutting the door behind him. Once inside, he booted up his computer, logging onto his webpage, posting a message to the front:
"Party. Tonight. 11 pm to God-knows-when. Akane Resort. Be there."