One late night at the gym...

'Little lady'...ah, that reminded her, she never did get around to actually introducing herself, did she? Knowing each other's names might be good step before they started anything serious, wouldn't it? She had some standards, after all.

"Makoto Takeda." She thumped her chest. "People call me Mako. The super saiyen over there is Stone." She pointed at the former mercenary, who flipped them both of."And the Latin bombshell over there is Divine." She gave Knight a friendly and frilly wave, probably thinking of all sorts of perverted stuff with him. But she knew better - Mako called dibs.

Now that intros were out of the way, Mako pondered the possibilities for a little while, until the best idea hit her. "Boiler room. Nice and hot and steamy. I want you sweating." She ended that sentence with a low growl. Just the thought was good fetish fuel.

And here he'd been a gentleman and given his name already. But as she introduced herself, and her teammates, he looked to each one as their name was called.

Makoto... he'd already become quite familiar with. He'd always felt you learned a lot more about a person by fighting with them than talking with them. Battle was uninhibited, raw. You got to see who they were at their core... and he liked this one.

Stone... well she seemed like a bitch. And as she gave him and Mako the finger, he replied with a smirk and a middle finger of his own. Divine, put him on edge a bit as she eyed him like a piece of meat, having been so quiet throughout the fight and following conversation. But... he couldn't help but agree with Mako's description of her. She was definitely a bombshell, though he had trouble imagining her as a combatant.

He looked back down to Mako finally as her internal lightbulb seemed to flicker to life. "This place has a boiler room?" He asked, seeming surprised. Such things weren't used as often as they used to. "Okay then. When are we doing this?" He inquired further.

"Good question, not sure." She turned to Stone. Stone would know this sort of thing. "Does the AFW have a boiler room?"

Stone blew some of the spiky hair from her eyes and shrugged, standing up and gathering her things. Didn't look like they'd be getting in that workout tonight,put her in a sour mood. "Now, how the hell would I know that? Maybe? Shit."

"Useless." Mako blew a little raspberry her way, before swinging back to Adrian. "Maybe, we'll figure it out. The GM's got a lot of pull and a hard-on for seeing goes get wrecked, fairly sure we can find some place to make it happen. Doesn't have to be here." She walked past him, giving him a quick scan. "Doesn't look like I fucked you up too bad - say, two days?"

When Mako glanced toward Stone, so did he, curious to hear what sort of smart-ass answer she'd come up with. And, sure enough, he wasn't disappointed. He rolled his eyes before looking back to Mako, resisting the urge to vocally agree with her comment about Stone being useless. The spar had been pretty taxing... but to follow it up with a full on fight with a much larger opponent? Not today.

"It's a shame, the GM is going to be so disappointed." He smirked down at her. "So, two days then. It's a date."

"It is. Wear something nice, but not too nice. Don't want to fuck up your good clothes." Mako grabbed her bag and walked past Stone, giving her a slap in the side as she passed. "Come on, I want to hit the store on the way home, pick up something to drink."

Divine followed after her, right behind, working on a text message as she kept up. "Let's actually get something good this time, pricey. None of the cheap swill."

Mako shook her head as she slid out of the door. The annoyances of being a gang leader. Micro-managing. "You can get whatever you want when you're the one paying for it."

Stone waited for a moment, giving him one last look, before she finally turned away and headed it out. "Watch yourself, kid."