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John just took the replies to his thought into consideration, he didn't really say much more. He had no idea how much farther this restaurant was, but he hoped it wasn't too much farther, he was hungry, cold, and tired. Up ahead John saw two kids he hadn't seen before. His eyes drifted over to Aurora, who's expression gave off a little that she wasn't too fond of them. Rival gang members? John thought to himself. His wandering eyes couldn't help but give the two a quick look over. More people with bladed weapons. Heh, maybe I should go and get myself a sword to fit in with the rest of these gangsters. The back of his hand moved slightly out of his pocket and rested on the top of his pistol holster in case they tried something.

But as they passed no one really said or did much. Until the brown haired one said for them to come to his dance club. John waited for someone else to reply first, but no one did, so he kept his mouth shut. I'm not one for dancing anyway. John thought to himself.

They arrived at the restaurant, John walked in behind everyone else, but still in front of Aurora since she held open the door. Now John was warm, but even more hungry since he could smell the food being cooked in the kitchen. He leaned back against a wall and waited for them to be seated. He thought about the guns he was openly carrying and wondered if the workers would say anything about it. He unslung the shotgun from his back and placed the stock down on the ground but held onto the barrel, almost like a cane. His eye caught that of one of the waiters who was nervously looking in his direction, he smiled, trying to look a little less dangerous to a random person than he did.