Kanji look across the packed room and smirked, feeling the small swell of pride as her underlings, those that had gone to her for protection, and wanders came to her bar to mingle and socialize under her watch to keep blood shed from erupting. All it would take to throw chaos in such a small place was someone's blood hitting the floor. Like last week when one of her local harpies had tried to ignore the perverted Immortal but there was only so much she let slide before she turned and sank her razor claws into his face popping his eyes like balloons and smashing his cheek bones, making his face concave. His screams and the smell of blood that rushed through the air haulted all easy going atmosphere into a room full of preditors starring at their next meal. Immortals could be so testy; Kanji had spent almost teo hours calming everyone back down by dragging the two out of the back door into the lower areas where she could deal with them properly. She glanced at Hato, now 17, and smirked ruffling his hair between his ears, "Get back to work kiddo." He growled at her lightly before heading off to his section of the bar to serve drinks. Kanji left the safety of the counter to wander through the crowd greeting familar faces and nodding to new ones; it was like any other day.