Risa and Travis were stumbling back to their motorcycles. Both in dead silence. Both still stunned at what had just occurred. The evening sky was beginning to take hold. They stopped at their vehicles, an awkward silence took over. "I don't fancy turning in this late." Travis stuttered, scratching the back of his head. "Is this you asking me to hang out with you?" Risa questioned, amusement coming over her. He blushed, peering at her over his glasses. "Well, I figured you wanted to blow off steam and whatnot." He suggested shyly. Risa laughed at him and nodded her head. "I'm sure I can take a night off." They hopped on their motorcycles, speeding off to the nearest bar/club. Despite the evening being young, the locals of Santa Destroy had a habit of partying early in the hours.
Risa tucked her beam katana in a hidden compartment before joining Travis at the front door. The techno was already booming, the club was dark, only to be illuminated by multicolor neon flashing lights. Travis and Risa rapidly sat at the bar, examining the crowd before them. It had been years since the last time Risa had seen this place. In her previous experience, she and Shinobu had forged false IDs when they were seventeen. They danced the night away until they were literally the only two left on the dance floor. Risa chuckled silently, thinking of the good times. She glanced to her side, watching Travis knock back a drink. They had only been there close to fifteen minutes. Risa ordered her own drink, scarfing it down. She slammed the small shot glass onto the table, jumping out of her seat and making her way to the crowded dance floor.
Travis observed her dancing freely as the music played, 'Heavenly Star'. He bit his lip when she made eye contact with him, motioning him to join her. Risa rolled her eyes, pushing through the crowd to where he was sitting; she leaned in, talking into his ear. "C'mon!" she begged, Travis refused. She stood back, gazing at him. Risa then swallowed a round of shots; the buzz began to turn into the beginning stages of drunkenness. Her face turned red as she giggled, tugging at Touchdown's hand. He reluctantly rose from his chair, his own drunken stupor in effect. Risa grabbed both of his hands, the world around her becoming hilariously blurry. While grinding her hips against Travis, her hands were wrapped around his neck, his arms holding her waist. Over the following hours, they awkwardly danced and drank, danced and drank. The cycle continued into well at 3AM.
Fortunately, they somehow made it back to Travis's two room motel and home, Risa was dragging him into his place, and she threw herself onto the small chair fixated in front of the TV. There was a tissue box sitting next to it. Once Travis left the restroom, the two tussled lightheartedly into his bedroom, falling onto the bed. Risa pushed the body pillow onto the floor. She kicked of her boots, ripped off her jeans and vest. Only dressed in her tank top and underwear, she was giggling the entire time. Risa could be classified as the happy drunk. Travis watched in shock, this was the first time an attractive female was in his house, let alone in his bed, half naked. He swallowed heavily, taking off his own pants and t-shirt. Only wearing boxers, he lay next to her staring at the ceiling. Risa took in a heavy sigh, turning to face him. "You know Travis," she began, "I think you're pretty cool." She giggled, covering her face. Travis chuckled, his body propped up by his elbow.
He opened his mouth, scrambling to find the words to say. "Explain something to me? Your older sister is Dr. Naomi. You yourself have a degree in something that could make loads, but you somehow end up becoming an assassin who does exotic dancing on the side. What the hell happened?" he inquired eager to know her life's story. Risa grinned, "You really want to know? I don't want monotony. That's what happened. Plain and simple." She responded. She knew Travis wasn't pleased with her reply. She interjected before he could pester her, "And what about yourself Mr. Touchdown?" He racked his brain, "What's there to say? I've always lived alone. My parents were murdered when I was a little kid." He told her, her face twisted and she patted his head. Travis lay back down on the bed, the room swimming. He could feel Risa scoot closer to him, they soon dozed off.
"Jesus fuckin' Christ!" Risa groaned, the sunlight piercing her eyes. Her hangover was much too great. She rolled over; the spot beside her was empty. She shot straight up, examining the tiny motel – it was dead silent. "Travis." She called out, but there was no response. She pushed the covers back, getting out of the bed to search the place. She couldn't find him. When she opened the door, the wind rushed in, and the light attacked her. She shielded her face, scanning the parking lot for the Schpeltiger Travis drove. There was absolutely no sign of him anywhere.
"Where the hell did he run off to?" she pondered, just then her phone rang inside of the motel. She scrambled back into the house, snatching her phone from the bedside table. Silvia answered, "You're falling behind sweet child!" she joked; Risa could hear music softly playing in the background. "Silvia, what are you rambling about now?" Risa moaned, sitting on the couch. "Don't tell me!" she gasped, "Travis beat you the 3rd ranked assassin!" she stated, her accent blazing. "What?" Risa shrieked furiously, hopping off the couch. She hung up the phone before Silvia could answer.