goldmine

[churchbelle]

[It's a credit to Hazel, he thinks (and says a few times), that he always finds the best hotel. Money isn't an issue, so of course he skips over every run down inn with leaky roofs and beds packed several to a room and finds the classier establishment. Then the classiest suite, with its own sitting room and a separate bedroom for each of them and very eager room service.

It's for show, of course; the finery entertains him for all of half an hour, maybe, before he's worn it out and falls back on his other vice - ordering a lot of wine up to the suite. In this latest hotel he's done just that, after dinner, and had enough wine and chattered on about enough nothing that he— honestly, he dozes off on the couch. The couch is very plush, alright, it's just so comfortable...

He's not even aware of dropping off to sleep, and so when he wakes a few hours later it's with a jolt of surprise. There's a blanket over him- he throws it aside- and Gat sitting in one of the armchairs opposite the couch. Sanzo, bless the man, is nowhere to be seen. Hazel looks at Gat, and his frown is all the question he needs—

"Downstairs."

And like that, Hazel is up and awake. He gives his clothes a cursory few tugs to straighten them out and runs a hand through his hair, pushing it back. Then he leaves Gat to do... whatever it is Gat does when he's not right there, and heads for the ground floor. Sanzo isn't loitering in any lobby corners, so - the bar, surely.

There aren't many people in here at this hour, thankfully, or more witnesses might be there to see Hazel sidle up to the table and sit right down, leaning on his elbows like he's smooth and not someone who just fell asleep on a couch for a few hours.]

Mister Sanzo, ain't it gettin' a bit late?

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whoa

[churchbelle]

[All of Hazel's ideas are good ideas. He takes that errant toothpick back with a click of his tongue, as Sanzo's flicking jolts the whole pile a little. While he organizes those and sets another one aside in the "counting" pile, he shakes his head.]

That's a certifiable no.

[Gat would have been too easy, Sanzo, please. He almost picked Gat just to waste time, but those untoward comments about their weird relationship earlier put him off... Thanks for nothing.

What could this mystery thing with a pulse be??]

[badtemperedmonk]

[ Certifiable. Count on Hazel to find a way to make a simple ‘no’ somehow more irritating. He really should have known that Gat was off the table for this. At the same time though, if Sanzo hadn’t tried to guess Gat and that had been the answer, he would have felt like an idiot for missing out on the obvious.

He’s also not entirely sure that Hazel isn’t changing his answer as they go, so there’s that. ]

Fine. Then you go. [ He reaches out for a toothpick and ignores the way eyes across the room follow the movement of his hand. He doesn’t know what they’re waiting for, other than maybe for the crowd in the bar to thin out a little. Not that the status of the bar has stopped demonic assassins in the past. ] We’ll switch off when there’s a ‘no.’ Otherwise, I’m getting bored of this already.

[churchbelle]

[He's not changing his answer, not yet. Would he, if it would make it harder for Sanzo to win? Easily. What's a little cheating at a stupid parlor game between traveling companions? Water under the bridge, come morning.

And he likes to win.

He considers this new back-and-forth method for barely a second before he shrugs, leaning his elbow on the edge of the table and his chin on his hand. He notices the stir - or lack thereof, really - as other patrons keep an eye on Sanzo mostly because he's expecting it. The unruly sort that follows Sanzo's usual group around isn't subtle, and these dregs are hardly a cut above the rest.

But, well, they can watch if they want.]

Don't lose patience with me so soon, Mister Sanzo. [A tilt of his head, then,] Now, it's a lil unorthodox to get right down to it on the first question, but seein' as how it's you--

You're not thinkin' of askin' me about Mister Ukoku, are ya?

[like, can we not dance around that particular Issue for one evening, can you do that for him]