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Yue doesn’t normally go to clubs, but she’d been curious since hearing this one had been involved in a Shadow-related incident. Still, as she leaned against a far wall, unbothered by patrons smart enough to recognize her (Seriously, there weren’t many people with gold eyes and pink hair in Raitou) and the fact that the last person who hadn’t gotten the hit was nursing a broken wrist and a black eye in the corner.
That, Yue had decided, was the problem with clubs. She couldn’t bring her tonfa inside. Still, she was listening to the colors of the place, and they weren’t entirely bad, although she questioned the taste of the resident DJ here.
“I believe he does have to cater to the people who are regulars here as well, dear.” The crackle of static in the back of her mind wasn’t even surprising anymore, and Yue couldn’t help laughing a little.
“Then I’ll question their taste instead. Still working?” She’d sat out the group going into the underside, this time-loathe as she was to admit it, even she needed a break sometimes.
“We should be done soon…you’re heading for the apartment?”
“Mm, I’ll be there when you’re done.” It was normal for them now, using Terminus to communicate more than they bothered to use their phones. Yue didn’t particularly mind it-and in this day and age, if she put in a headpiece, no one even questioned her talking to thin air.
By the time she’d gotten to Alex’s apartment, it was becoming clear that he was in a particular mood. Teasing, flirting, and being generally utterly shameless, even by his standards.
“I have to wonder…just what I’ll be seeing when I get home.” Yue almost laughed at that, sitting down on the bed.
“Asking me what I’m wearing, dear?”
“Oh, no, that’s not quite it.” She knew by now that purr of his was dangerous. Very, very dangerous.