Knocking his head back to down the shot in one go, the magician slammed the glass hard on the counter at the same instant his new drinking partner did as well. She laughed giddily, throwing her burgundy hair over her shoulder to settle against her back and called out for another round. A corner of Hisoka's lips quirked up in a half smirk.

They had returned to the bar on the main floor, Hisoka all the while still unsure of her intent (despite taking pleasure in simply having a new toy to play with). He watched as she took the next shot straight from the bartender, not even waiting for the magician to raise his own in cheers.

"Gah!" she cried and shook her head, "Dammit man, I didn't order whiskey!" Hisoka's smirk grew wider at her expression. He enjoyed that look far, far too much for her safety. And before he could control his own expression she turned to him with a petulant twist on her lips but a sparkle of trickery in her pink eyes. "So my new drinking friend, what's the name? Or do I get to pick one?" She rested an elbow against the bar top, leaning heavily on it so she could cross her ankles like she had before.

"Oh by all means my little cherry~" Hisoka purred, raising his hand palm up towards her before picking up his shot to swallow the contents. He savored the honey flavor on his tongue and her lighthearted laugh in his ears.

"I'm a cherry huh? Then I guess you're a strawberry."

"Oh?" The magician asked with the quirk of an eyebrow, motioning for the bartender to pour another round of shots for them.

"You're dressed in pink dude; I ain't calling you anything else." He looked down at himself; a light pink half vest over a black fitted tank top and straight cut white pants that tucked into a pair of heeled black shoes. The magician shrugged his shoulders, if he looked like a strawberry to her why object?

She held out her right hand, smiling widely.

"Psyche Eros."

"Hisoka," he returned, shaking her hand.

"Hmm," Psyche hummed after the two had finished off a few more rounds of shots. Hisoka patiently waited to see what his little cherry would say. "Guess I should fill you in on the deal with those suits from upstairs."

"If you would be so kind~" He purred only to have her speak over him.

"Simple version is they run the top pay-out fighting tournament in the underground. No chick participation allowed or else I would be all over the deal. Bastards wised up after the second time…" Psyche had mumbled the last under her breath before tossing back her drink and wiping the back of her hand across her lips. "I needed a man; you fit the bill. Fifty-fifty split. Deal?"

Hisoka hid his shock remarkably well, calmly taking a sip of the rye and soda he had ordered. Whatever he had been expecting this woman to propose was definitely far from being hired to be, in essence, her knight.

"And if I should choose to decline?" His yellow eyes bore into lovely pink and he watched as they lit up in joy. What on earth was going through that head of hers? The magician did not have to wait long to find out.

"You're not going to decline," Psyche laughed. "I saw you up there. Those guys don't look like a threat, but I guarantee better fighters will be in the tourney. You ain't gonna run now are you?"

The red head's tongue appeared as he wet his lips, a very predator look entering his features as he relinquished a slight hold on his lust. Psyche shivered at the feeling. Oh how she was enjoying his company.

"You can assure me of this, yes? I don't like entering boring fights ne~" Hisoka's body had unconsciously leaned towards the woman as she in turn had moved closer to him. All the other club-goers seemed to have backed away to create a private pocket for the two bathed in a too bright light for the thick atmosphere.

"By all means, a boring fight is pointless. On the off chance that happens, I will happily become your opponent, Mr. Hisoka." Psyche winked, leaning away from a widely smiling red head. The temptation to fight her now was overwhelming. Both were heavily enshrouded in bloodlust, their bodies dancing subconsciously around one another. It was the result of two born fighters as they mingled in an uncontrollable environment, needing and wanting to test the other to compare their skills and limits.

"Ooh," the magician once more licked at his lips, "Shall we toast on that?"

"Of course." Psyche raised her glass to the magician's, tapping them softly before taking a sip. Hisoka watched over the lip of his own glass. A satisfyingly interesting toy had indeed come his way.