Suzaku considered his options. He could easily rough these guys up, but doing so would create a scene and draw a crowd. Also, the police would get involved which would take some time and make him late to meet his friends. The second option was to run back to the Auditorium, there he hoped the large crowd would prevent those jokers from starting trouble.

As Suzaku started to get away, Al and Bob regained their composure and took off after him. "Dude, I knew you shouldn't have had that sausage and egg stuff!" yelled Bob as they started running. "Well, you should have done something besides stand there like an idiot!" Al hollered back. "Lets split up, you back off so that he can't see you and stay down here in case he turns around. *pant* I'll go up to street level in case he makes a break for it." said Bob, huffing and puffing. "Good idea, I need to slow down" wheezed Al, not looking very well. Bob then went up the next flight of stairs to street level and kept an eye on Suzaku from above.

Suzaku wasn't sure where he was going; he only knew that he needed to get to the Auditorium and away from the two idiots he had just met. He took a quick glance over his shoulder and did not see either of them, so he heaved a sigh of relief and slowed down to a brisk walk. Approaching the next flight of stairs up to street level, Suzaku leaned against the handrail and stopped briefly to catch his breath. He turned and saw Al approaching, and let out a brief snort as he started to run up the stairs. "Man, these guys are just asking for it now" thought Suzaku as his patience wore thin.

Suzaku's hopes for a getaway were dashed as Bob suddenly appeared at the top of the stairs. He turned to see Al starting to climb the stairs behind him. Suzaku began to mentally gear himself up for a fight. While he had never fought men, he had fought some bulls. "Y'all want some? Well come and get it, punks! I got plenty for both of y'all!" he bellowed. "Wait…ulp!" Al began to say, stopping himself before he got sick again. "Dude, let me do the talking!" yelled Al, as Suzaku became more bewildered with each passing moment. "Hey, bull-dude, we don't want any trouble! We just wanted to invite you to the University of Texas alumni dinner tonight."

"You're joking, right?" asked Suzaku, "That's all y'all wanted?" Bob wiped the sweat from his brow as he replied: "Yeah, man, we figured we'd be the hit of the party if we bought an actual longhorn along. We tried that last year, but it was the kind that walks on four legs instead of two, and it got, well, messy."

Suzaku chuckled and reached into his back pocket for his San Japan schedule. "What time?" he asked as he opened it up. "Seven o'clock, right, Al?" replied Bob, as Al nodded in approval, not quite having composed himself yet. "Well, I think I can pencil y'all in, but on ONE condition: y'all have to hang out with me at San Japan today!" said Suzaku with a smile as he walked up the stairs, followed by Al, who still looked a little green around the gills.

"So we get to hang out with you all day?" asked Bob, followed by a short laugh, "I don't know what Saint Japan is, but let's do it! How about it, Al?" "Dude, I need a quick wash, but it sounds FREAKING AWESOME!" a weary-looking Al responded. "Good deal. Oh yeah, the name's Suzaku." he said as they all shook hands. "Now let's clean Al up and get going!"