Opening Night at Club Yaso-Inaba.

[fridgeninja]

Souji leaned on the balcony overlooking the nightclub, listening to the rhythmic bass thrum of the music, as deep and regular as the sound of a train. When he looked under the edge of his glasses, he could see the dry-ice fog swirling on the dance floor, but all the patrons of the club had a pair of their own, handed out by the mascot-suited bouncer at the door, so everything was okay. Even if the strobing lights sometimes made their eyes look yellow, he knew everything was going smoothly -- the DJ kept looking up from his booth to flash a smile and a thumbs-up, as if he could hear Souji's thoughts beamed directly into his headphones.

The waitress was busy, consulting her big black album of drink recipes to advise the patrons on what to order, and behind her the bartender continuously mixed and re-mixed drink ingredients, producing a multicolored array of cocktails, each in their own specially shaped glass.

Souji looked down, realizing that he was turning a chopstick in his hand, marked red on one end. He gave it a smile.

He was King of the Club... and it was good to be the King.

Comments

[decaying]

Kanda wasn't sure what he was doing here but he had definitely gotten accustomed to the loud annoying music for the drinks. He wasn't a fruity type of guy, the night would be easy for the waitress. There were several empty glasses of beer on his table and he wasn't quite drunk yet.

Drink until you couldn't drink anymore and punch a man in the face. This was his objective for the night. As long as the women kept their distance, he would happily drink in this dark secluded corner thank you very much.

[fridgeninja]

At some point, a concerned hostess in a red dress had whispered to Souji about the glowering customer in the corner, and as soon as he was free he made it his first priority to investigate.

"Enjoying your evening?"

[decaying]

Kanda had been nursing his bottle when this guy came up. He only bothered with a stare before bringing the bottle to his lips. He didn't respond until he was done with it, placing it on the table in front of him, his fingertips merely embracing the neck of the bottle. If this guy was another drunkard confusing him for a woman, he was going to break the bottle on top of his head.

"What do you care."

[fridgeninja]

"It's my club. It's my job to make sure everyone enjoys the big night."

He kept his tone easy, and his body language non-confrontational. It's easy to see the tension here, but until he has a better idea what's causing it, the best he can do is try not to make anything worse.

[decaying]

Kanda gave the guy another once-over, so he was the owner of this place? Not bad. The drinks were decent, the only thing he could complain about was the lack of food here but he figured this was just another modernized change. Kanda came from a very different time, you see. He was just here for the booze.

"I'm fine." He responded, yet the look of annoyance wasn't really gone from his face. It's just how he is, really. "I could use another drink."