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

[lamentoso]

Wait a second that guy... said the b word, didn't he. With a bit of a quiet, "Urk -- " Sayaka looked from the employee back to Souji, with a look that almost screamed 'open mouth, insert foot.' "Ah... I... " she looked around, rubbing the back of her neck nervously, trying to form the apporpriate words to take back what she had just said somehow...

[fridgeninja]

"I guess I've been caught," Souji said easily.