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21 February 2007 @ 10:27 pm
Who: Ryuichi, K, Tohma and Yuki
What: Talking about the fate of NG
Where: A Club/Bar
When: Wednesday, 12 January 1991. 9PM.
Rating: R Just to be Safe
Status: Incomplete.

Multi-colored lights flashed from the ceiling and the walls, bodies pressed together contorting to the pulsating beat of the too loud music. From the door one stood on a balcony overlooking the dance floor, the bar nestled in one corner raised above the dance floor by several feet and squared off by chrome bars from the writhing bodies. Used to maneuvering about in the near dark while wearing sunglasses, Ryuichi made his way down the stairs and towards the bar, getting bumped and groped as he weaved through the crowd. None seemed to recognize him or even care, which is exactly what he wanted right now. He’d left the 'genius' behind in my apartment and was just plain old Ryuichi out looking for a good time.

Making it to the bar, he slipped between the pressed bodies and ordered scotch on the rocks from a pretty woman with her hair done up in two orange and gold pigtails framing her heart shaped face. Placing the glass in front of him, she lingered a bit, brown eyes widening as he dipped his finger in the amber liquor and licked the digit clean. She giggled, leaning forward enough so he could whisper in her ear but another customer dragged her away before she could answer him. Sighing at the loss, he turned to watch the gyrating bodies, the drink in hand.
blondbombshellk on March 20th, 2007 12:25 am (UTC)
Blue eyes scanned the crowd for their target: an eighteen-year-old with brown hair and possibly missing their Kumogaoru, who the blonde-man donning army attire was carrying as he entered the club. It was a crowded place, sweltering with body heat and the bitter aroma of booze. Not that he cared, besides booze was common on the battlefield and was the quickest, best way of putting your enemy into a stupor.

He was practically crawling on his hands and knees, hugging the walls even to avoid being groped. Then again, with all the gear he had on no one would know what he or she was groping anyway. He kept the stuffed rabbit from prying eyes, perking up when he spotted the boy at the bar.

“Locked on Target,” he said, straightening as he aimed the cool nozzle of the gun at the back of the boy’s head, “Put your arms up above your head and come with me quietly, Sakuma Ryuichi, this is a hold up.” He said, teasingly with a laugh.
ryuxmrbear on March 20th, 2007 01:38 am (UTC)
Ryuichi turned his head slightly, glancing at K from out of the corner of his eye. This was of course why he hadn't said anything about going out tonight, and suspected that Tohma had said something. Either that or their manager was listening in again.

"What a surprise this is." He said as he slowly raised his hands, the glass still in his right hand. "And if I refuse?"