Honestly, Andrea wasn't buying it... they were just too friendly. Juka on the other hand seemed all to eager to soak up the attention. It took her by surprise how outwardly friendly her new friend was... and she felt a motherly urge building up inside. 'Don't talk to strangers dear...' She'd say, waggling a finger gently, '..You can get in all sorts of trouble that way...' Thankfully, she restrained herself. Both her and Juka were adults...er... most likely anyway, so they could both take care of themselves. She would have to waste those motherly thoughts on Saphirus later... he always seemed to give her plenty of reasons for a good scolding. So, instead, the Gorgon sat quietly and watched Juka handing out the little cards.

"Aw, cool! We'll come as long as you don't mind some good old fashioned moshing?" To demonstrate, the oldest and the bow sitting next to him stood and broke out into a sort of dance. One Andrea could only describe as Arm flailing, leg kicking, silliness. The dance caught the drivers attention after more bus riders stood and shuffled to the safety of the back of the bus. "EH! You guys either sit down or get off!"

The small group of colorfully dressed punks stood and let out an uproar of hoots and hollers, and the driver popped a vein and jerked the bus over to the sidewalk. Andrea's earlier warning about holding on for your life came back to kick her as she had let her hand drop from the bar attached to her seat- and was effectively tossed from her seat and into the laps of the sitting punks before her. "Aiie!" Turning a deer caught in headlights expression Juka's way, she managed to right herself in time for the driver to stand up threateningly. "OFF!"

"Juka we-" Before she could finish her sentence, Andrea was hoisted into the air by four pairs of hands. "Let's move gang, this place is stale." As Andrea was promptly passed out of the bus, three of the stragglers turned to Juka and Swept short bows before hoisting him into the air as well, careful not to bonk his head on the door frame as they exited. Once outside, both Juka and Andrea were deposited back onto the sidewalk to watch as the bus took off once more. "Well..." Stated the oldest, "Where we're you guys heading?" Andrea- who looked more than a little ruffled, blinked and turned to Juka. "...The museum..." The eldest of the group, who sported a nice neon red Mohawk, grinned sheepishly and scratched at the back of his head. "Oh...well... yeah, sorry 'bout that."

Juka nodded and grinned at the dance demonstration. While Punk wasn't his main musical genre of choice, he had been to a punk show here and there back when he had lived in Seattle and there was no doubt that its fans got incredibly into their music. He had even moshed, once, just for the experience of it all but then decided that it wasn't really his thing. For Juka, potential pain was just not something that he desired when having musical experiences. "If you want to mosh be my guest," he agreed. Who was he to judge how someone else wanted to have fun? Besides, having fans that into his music at shows could only help his reputation as a musician and if a small group of punks joined then others would surely follow.

Juka almost fell over on top of Andrea when the bus suddenly swerved and all of them, punks and Juka and Andrea, were summarily kicked off of the bus. Well that wasn't very nice of the driver at all, now was it? Sure they were being a little bit loud and boisterous but they hadn't hurt anyone and no one had complained. Well maybe they had gotten a dirty look or two from the old couple sitting a couple seats ahead of them but surely dirty looks didn't count as complaints now? Besides, he got dirty looks from conservative old people all the time and that had never caused him to get kicked out of anywhere before. Maybe the driver was just having a bad day or something.

Juka didn't have time to properly finish his thought as, before he could properly react, the rainbow punks picked him up off of his seat and hoisted him onto their shoulders. Juka blinked down at them in momentary confusion before starting to giggle. "You really don't have to do that." A sudden thought occurred to him. They were no longer on the bus and the punks seemed to have a thing for mutants. Well, performer that he was, why not put on a show for them? "Say, how would you like to see some real live mutant powers?" He might even give one of them a more personal demonstration.

The youngest of the group shoved her way to the front and flailed her arms in order to steal the offer before anyone else could take it. "Oh oh! me me!" She stopped just before Juka, bouncing on her heels, and clapped her hands excitedly. Andrea inched away from the group nervously, and tugged her scarf back into place, wondering slightly if the odd group of people had all of there screws intact... she had never before been shanghaied off of a bus before by complete strangers. The Greek raised a hand, pointed her finger and made to inform Juka that they were still on their way to the museum, but was interrupted when two arms were slung over her shoulders and a camera was shoved in front of her face.

A flash and a few teary eyed blinks later, and Andrea was passed to the next eager set of arms, and another flash went off with a "Cheeeeese!" With her vision pretty much shot, Andrea clung to the arm still slung around her shoulder and rubbed at her eyes under her glasses.

"Oi! Take a picture of Sissy while she's over there," shouted a voice behind her, and the person holding the camera next to her was shoved out a few steps to document such a monumental occasion. Her vision started to return gradually, and a new body stepped up to take the empty place next to her. A teen, she noticed, with green hair and many lip piercings... "Hiya, what's your name? I'm Kenny." He poked himself in the chest with a thumb, and the man on her right chimed in with, " Oh, we're doing intro's now? I'm Shaun, Who's your musical friend?" Andrea blinked a few more times, clearing the last white spots from her vision, and pointed at herself nervously.

"I'm Andrea... and that it Juka." She stated, pointing her finger next at her friend.

Juka bowed to the enthusiastic teenager, who couldn't' have been any older than he was, who so dearly wanted a bubble ride with him. "Watch and prepare to be amazed," he stated. He extended a hand for the purple haired woman to take, which she did with much enthusiasm and giggling. "Now I will show you, may adoring audience, exactly what the amazing Juka Miami can truly do." He bowed dramatically, first at the crowd, then at his soon to be passenger. A moment later his bubble appeared, raising both himself and the girl a foot off the ground. She gasped and held onto his hand tighter, looking out with awe filled eyes. A moment later, after double checking to make sure that she was doing ok, the bubble rose into the air, Juka's arms around the girl. He made a slow circle around the group before kissing the girl on the cheek (and covertly passing him a card with his phone number) and returning to the ground and unbubbling. The girl stumbled for a moment before regaining her balance and grinning the widest grin possible.

"I see you've also managed to find some fans," Juka observed as the cameras flashed. He posed for a picture or two of his own, indulging the group's curiosity. He waved and smiled, completely in his element for all of the attention that was being showered upon the two of them. Realizing, however, that Andrea was not nearly so comfortable with the unexpected turn of affairs as he was, Juka decided that it was time to take their leave. He didn't want to overwhelm the poor girl, after all.

"My new friends," Juka implored elegantly. "As much as I would simply love to pose and take pictures with you all day, I must take my lovely lady with me to the museum. You see, I promised her some quality time together, you know how it is surely? But you all must come to my next show and I promise to make it extra special just for you." Juka winked at his new purple haired friend and former bubble passenger. Hopefully she would call and that would make him brilliantly happy.

The purple haired vixen blushed madly and skipped back to the group once her feet met the sidewalk. Her friends eagerly greeted her, and after bringing her wrist to her forehead the girl tucked Juka's card into her bra and swooned into the other girls open arms. A round of laughter from that side of the group started up and made its way slowly through, Andre chose that moment to act on the distraction and slip over to Juka's side.

She felt a lot better not surrounded by strangers, enough so that she smiled for the first time since the punks had shown up. High fives were passed around, and the group split up- half following the purple haired girl, grilling her with questions, and half standing to say goodbye to the mansion dwellers.

"Alright, alright. We'll let cha' go. We will definitely hit you up on that concert you mentioned though!" The eldest dipped his head and saluted, snapping one last picture of the two, before he turned and waved for the rest of his chums to follow. Andrea waved back, watching them hurry down the sidewalk to catch up with the others, before she turned to Juka and grinned. "That was not what I had expected... I feel like a really big dork now." Scratching her cheek, she turned to face her exuberant friend. "... Off to the museum then..."

Now... which way was the museum? Scratching her cheek still, her brows furrowed and she turned the opposite direction. "...Um... I don't...know where we are." A nervous laugh followed her quiet confession. "...Do you?"

Juka waved happily at the colourful punks as they made their departure, blowing a kiss at his little purple haired beauty. Oh yes, there was no doubt that she would be calling him sooner rather than later and equally no doubt that he would offer her the time of her life. He knew she had never been with someone like him before because, well, there was no one like him out there! And that was even if you didn't count the giant floating soap bubble.

"Now, to the museum!" Juka enthused, now that he and Andrea were once again alone in the quiet of the city streets. Well, as quiet as the New York City streets ever got, anyway.

"...Um... I don't...know where we are...Do you?"

"Um..." Juka blinked in confusion. "I don't think I've ever been here before." He looked around, suddenly feeling a little nervous. This really wasn't the best area of town, being very run down. This was the sort of place he would come to do his nightly patrols, the type of place where thugs, vandals and thieves tended to be. He suddenly wished that he had his anvils with him.

"Um...I think it's that way?" Juka pointed to the right though he was clearly wasn't confident in his decision. He tried to conjure up a mental map of the city but it was a complete failure. The city was big, almost as big as Tokyo and even though he went out most nights on patrol, he hadn't gone everywhere there was to go in the city, not even close. "Maybe we can find a gas station and ask for directions?"

The Greek was tempted to slap herself upside the head for allowing the punks to take them off of the bus in the first place. "Lets see..." She muttered, scanning around quickly. "The bus would have taken us up three or four more blocks, then turned...er... left, I think... and then, three more blocks till the museum." Her voice also held uncertainty, but she tried to cover that up with a smile. "So, unless you feel like bubbling us there, we have a good walk ahead."

She dropped her new scarf from around her head to re-wrap it quickly, before any of her wriggling hair had a chance to make much more than a glimpse of an appearance. After tucking the loose ends into her coat, she started for the crosswalk, waving for Juka to follow along. Walking while chatting couldn't hurt, especially if she wasn't all that certain that her directions were right. "I suppose if worse comes to worse, we could always just hail a cab and have them plot it out for us."

Making it to the other side, she glanced about, staring blankly at a street sign for a moment before she turned back to Juka. "I did not know you were in a band... Do you sing?... or play an instrument?" She could imagine that he was probably great at either- he had the personality for it after all. Her attention turned back to when he had given his cards out... he had to be in some form of alternative band, rock maybe- if he wasn't afraid to invite 'moshers' (of whatever they had called it) to a concert.

She honestly couldn't imagine them heading off to dance and thrash about at a classical music concert... so violin and flute was definitely out of the question. "Would you mind if I also came to a concert of yours, Juka?" She asked quietly, not wanting to impose on her friend.

Juka looked around, trying to decipher if Andrea was accurate or not in where they where in comparison to where they wanted to be. Unfortunately he encountered thew problems in trying to figure out his current dellema. First, because he almost alway simply floated around the city it was difficult to tell directions from ground level and second, he was pretty sure he had never been in this specific area of the city before. "I'm not too sure that floating to the museum is such a good idea," he replied uncertainly. Normally he would be more than happy to do so but, given the whole wiggly hair incident from earlier, he was worried about making that particular problem even worse.

"Cabs are imminently useful," Juka nodded sagely. He didn't have that much more experience with cabs than he did with busses, but at least not that much more amounted to some. Unlike busses. or at least, unlike busses previous to today and, he had decided, if one always met such neat people on busses then they were more than ok by him. Even if they did end up in getting lost once you departed said bus.

"Why, my dear, of course you must come and see us perform. I wouldn't have it any other way. And to answer your delightful question, I sing of course." By way of demonstration he curtsied deeply, skirts billowing around him, and sang off a couple of lines from the song he was most currently working on. It wasn't the same without the band, but talent was talent.

Juka followed Andrea where she led, trying in vain to ascertain if anything at all looked familiar. He remembered seeing the musuem a few times from above, but things just looked so different from the ground that he just couldn't be sure if they were even anywhere near their target.

Andrea turned on the sidewalk to watch him as he sang, and clapped her hands excitedly. "Oh wow! Your voice would rival Haris Alexiou." She grinned, and warbled out a few lines of a song- only wincing once or twice at the pitchyness of her voice. "Eh... I do not do her credit, I think." She scratched at her cheek sheepishly, and adjusted her glasses. "You will have to let me know when you preform next, I would love to come and watch." Having said that, she turned back to the problem at hand. They needed a taxi... walking would not do.

"Alright... now... um, you should come stand by me." She nodded her head and stepped up to the curb, glancing about for signs of a Taxi. "I think for some reason most drivers are afraid of me... It is very rarely that I ride in them..." She grinned apologetically at him, and stuck her arm straight up in the air. That's what people did, as far as she knew, when hailing a Taxi.

In a way, she figured the scarf Juka had bought for her would work in their favor. There was one cabby driving around the city who simply refused to stop for her. There had been a few close calls, most of which had occurred because of her hood being up. She could recall how startling it had been the first time she had been abandoned on an afternoon sidewalk when the taxi had suddenly pulled away and sped off down the street. Her nose wrinkled at the memory, and she stood on her tippy toes in order to hoist her hand higher, like a child in a classroom. When the familiar sight of a cab pulled around the corner, she sucked in a deep breath and hollered at the top of her lungs, "Taxi!"

Juka beamed at the compliment and when Andrea sang a few lines of her own, he decided that her voice wasn't too bad either. Maybe with a few voice lessons, she could really have some talent. "Darling, I'm certain you would have the time of your life. And you really must meet Kitsu, my bassist. She's a fox mutant and I'm certain she would absolutely adore you."

"Taxis I can catch," Juka assured Andrea. Even if he didn't have much more experience with taxis than he did with public transit. With the amount of time he spent clubbing, under age or not, taxis were a necessity. He didn't allow any of his friends to drive drunk and even if he did drive, it wasn't something he would be willing to do either. Juka Miami took care of his friends, whether they wanted him to or not. Besides, it wasn't unusual for him to be among the most sober of his groups. While he liked to have a good time, he didn't particularly enjoy getting wasted.

Standing on the side of the road, Juka waved the approaching taxi over. For a moment he feared it would simply drive off, completely ignoring them, but at the last minute it decided to stop. He beamed his success at Andrea before opening the door and entering the cab. "To the museum if you would, my dear man." The driver nodded, making not a comment about either Juka's or Andrea's unusual appearance.

After watching how easily Juka managed to snag the taxi, Andrea briefly pondered as to whether or not she was in fact doing it right. Perhaps she had been scaring them away the entire time, without realizing it? Shrugging the matter off, she slipped in beside Juka and buckled herself up. The drive nodded and set his course, before pulling back onto the street. She watched the buildings pass, and found herself drifting away into imagination land. Juka had been so nice to her... He hadn't even known her and he had stepped in to help. It reminded her of her other friends. A smile upturned her lips at the thought. Then, something else came to mind and she felt her chest seize up just a little in panic. She turned in her seat quickly, facing Juka, and wound her hands in her new scarf.

"Oh god, this isn't a Date...is it?!"

Her voice pitched at a mouse like level towards the end of her question, and she turned again to continue fretting. Why was this always happening to her?! What even classified as a date? She knew that Aurum had considered their cooking session a date... but...
With a groan, she dropped her face into her hands and muttered to herself in Greek, not wanting to ruin Jukas day with all of the paranoid thoughts floating around her head. The taxi driver peeked into the rear view mirror briefly, before shaking his head. Kids these days, so full of drama...

Although less unusual for Juka than buses, taxis were still not exactly a common experience for him. Coming from a rather wealthy background, the only time he'd ever employed them was when sneaking away from his parents and going clubbing and partying with his friends. Which, now that he really thought about it, was pretty often in his teenage years. If one knew where to look, and Juka most certainly did, Tokyo had some killer parties and an even more killer club scene. It didn't really matter that he was underage, he had his ways of sneaking in. Plus, it didn't hurt that he was a bit of a local celebrity, fronting Ukime as he did.

"Oh god, this isn't a Date...is it?!"

Juka giggled, caught completely off guard by the question. It hadn't even occurred to him that she might consider this a date or that it was anything other than him repaying her for the unfortunate hair mishap. He liked her, but somehow got the impression that she wouldn't be into some of his more exotic interests. "Darling, not unless you want it to be," he winked at her, leaving thing entirely in her quart. It wasn't that she wouldn't make a lovely date, she most certainly would, he just didn't think she'd be into sharing, among other things that sometimes scared women away from him. However, now that he really thought about it, perhaps he should consider finding her a date more to her own tastes...

As it turned out, the pair of them hadn't been too far away from the museum after all and in short order the cab stopped and Juka paid the driver, being sure to leave him a nice tip. "Thank you darling, you've been wonderful," he assured the driver, stepping out of the vehicle and waiting for Andrea to join him.

"Not unless... I-" Her face flushed even darker, and she sank down into her seat as far as was allowed. Did that mean yes? or no? Or....did it mean yes if she didn't object to it... or no unless she stated otherwise? Oh... her head started to hurt. She uttered something akin to a whimper, and toyed with the end of her scarf. Juka... well he was Juka. She wouldn't lie, he did have a unique sort of beauty, but... well, she couldn't even decide if he was a he, or a she! the urge to ask the odd question again surfaced, and she shot it down once more. It was far to rude...

The cab pulled to the curb, and Juka fished out money before Andrea had even gathered her wits about her. She fumbled to unbuckle herself and darted from the cab, watching it pull away and drive off before she turned back to Juka. "I-I mostly just asked because I seem to have a terrible time deciphering what actually counts as a date and what doesn't..." She blinked, and tugged on the end of her scarf nervously. "I mean, I wouldn't be opposed to a date-...oh, but this also doesn't have to be a date..." She winced, "What I meant was...um... "

She could see the hole approaching, nearly under foot, and yet she couldn't stop her incessant rambling. There was no avoiding it now. Her hands flew to her cheeks and she shook her head. "Oh! I do no know what I'm talking about!" Shuffling past Juka, Andrea hurried to the doors of Museum to hold the door open for her friend.... who was probably more than a little amused by her embarrassment...

Poor Andrea just seemed to be so confused and baffled that Juka couldn't help but feel a little bad. "Dearest, this doesn't have to be a date," he assured her. "You are lovely and sweet but I fear that you might not feel me to be your type." He didn't want to hurt the poor woman, of course, but it was true enough. If nothing else she seemed the type to want an actual stable monogamous relationship, and that just wasn't him. One of the reasons he loved his Prince Venus so much was because they had an understanding that worked out beautifully. They got together every once and a while for some fun and there was no hurt feelings if either one of them had some fun with others too. In fact, that was pretty much the expectation but he wasn't sure Andrea would quite be up for such a reality.

Juka got out of the cab and followed Andrea into the museum. "If you like, my damsel, I'm certain I could find someone absolutely perfect for you. Just give me a little time and I promise to find a darling man who is just your type." A pause of consideration. "Or a woman, if you'd prefer." It was always a good thing to cover your bases, just in case.

The line to get into the museum wasn't terribly long, luckily and Juka stood there patiently waiting for his turn. When it finally was his time to pay, he paid for his own ticket and waited for Andrea to pay for hers. While he would have been more than happy to pay for them both, he got the distinct impression that trying to do so would probably confusing the poor woman even more. Typically that was 'date' behavior, even if it was anytime behavior for himself. One of the perks of having rich parents was that he was able to share the wealth with others.

Andrea shook her head vigorously, and brought her hands up to her shoulders, palms flat and fingers spread. "No, it is just that... I am not so accustomed to... things of that nature." Oh, why had she gone and opened her mouth at all? "I think you are a very nice person Juka, and I am quite happy to be able to call you a friend." Her fingers curled together under her chin, and she stared ruefully at the floor. "I only asked because... well, I have been on... uh.. a few accidental dates..." She shuffled forward in line, and made sure to whisper the last part. To keep it from prying ears... Her blush refused to leave, and when Juka countered back with the statement about finding her a boyfriend? Andrea squeaked, felt herself petrify, and crumble to dust- which the wind happily picked up...

Back in reality, she was dumbstruck. What was she supposed to say to a declaration of that kind?! The line moved more, and soon Juka was purchasing his ticket. She had to act swiftly... "There is no-" The ticker sales woman handed her a ticket, and paused. "oh, what a lovely scarf you have!" Andre blinked, "Thank you, but Juka you-" The woman persisted, "Where did you get it?" Andrea blinked again, stuffing her ticket in her pocket. "I got it from... um, Juka? What was that shop called?" She waited for Juka to fill the woman in, then continued. "But really, I don't need a Da-"
"I just love how it compliments your skin. Absoluetly lovely!"

Andrea blushed, and scratched at her cheek. "... Thank you... Do you really think so?" The woman nodded enthusiastically, and waved. The Greek grinned sheepishly and moved to stand next to Juka again, playing with the end of her scarf affectionately. "She was nice..." She fished her ticket out, and handed it to a man standing next to a red velvet rope that separated the front from the rest of the museum. After handing her ticket over, she was passed a little booklet explaining what kind of art was in the building, and where it was located. Juka was handed one of the same. "This is so cool, Juka. Thanks for taking me here..." She grinned at him, and opened her booklet.

...Hadn't she been about to say something? For the life of her she couldn't remember what it was anymore though..