Zero turns to look at Shotoken, "Oi, Look pal, either you're gears are running low on mental oil, or you're deaf. The guy behind the counter says no fighting, So theres no fighting. Deal with it or leave."
With that said, he turned back to his drink, calmly slipping a card out of a pouch on his hip and setting it on the counter. It was about the size of a Tarot card, and was colored Red with black backgrounds. Zero's name stood out in bright gold flowing script along the bottom edge, which also was marked in sweeping gregorian figures the word "Gateway". which was set in below a picture of a swirling vortex inside a doorway of sorts. the card glowed slightly with a power of it's own it seemed, and Zero was utterly unworried. A small key of sorts with a triangular arrangment of a Sun, moon, and circled star appeared in Zero's hand, and he tapped it absentmindedly on the card as his threw back shots of the Brandy he had just been presented with. "What's this, an 836? or is it an 895? Both of them were good batches."
Syaoran and Sakura "Meant to be"