RP Log
Who: Fuji Syuusuke, Kisarazu Ryou
What: Ryou learns a very important lesson about asking for spicy drinks from Fuji.
When: 1 June
Where: The club's bar
Rating: PG
There had been broken flowers. Pots. Nothing stolen but the room had been a mess. And in the bathroom... Well. Traces. Fuji had cleaned the mess up before Echizen got home, but it still left him with an uncomfortable feeling in his stomach. Drowning himself in work seemed like a good idea, but even work had to end sooner or later. It was good that he had set up a meeting with Ryou though; that meant he didn't have to go home just yet. Mixing a drink, mixing a drink... Something spicy. Alas, little did Ryou know that if Fuji had to think something was spicy... Well, then it wasn't really something normal people could even smell without getting teary eyed.
The fog that had settled on Ryou's mind lifted just a bit with the promise of a drink. He hadn't been his usual self lately, what with his knee and emotional low. But the drink lured him to shower and get dressed, to be somewhat presentable despite his heavy mood.
As soon as he went down to the club, he smiled and nodded at his brother's clients then sidled up to the bar, taking a seat while Fuji's back was turned. "You can make something nice and spicy, right?"
Fuji jumped, he couldn't help himself. His nerves were all on the outside and he managed to spill out almost half the drink he was working on. "Ki--Kisarazu!" He turned around, slightly flushed. "Aa--ah. Give me a second, nee?"
"Ryou," he corrected. After all, there were two people who could answer to Kisarazu. He waved him off and leaned his elbows on the bar. "Take your time, I've got all night," he reassured.
Fuji shot him an awkward smile and then nodded. "Very well. Any particular flavor you like, besides the spicy?"
"Surprise me, I'm not picky." Ryou was simply curious as to what concotion he would come up with.
Of all the wrong choices one could make in life... A couple of minutes later Fuji presented him with a fairly harmless looking drink; softly red, like wine, and with a cherry floating inside it. "Here you go." The base was cherry flavor, yes.
Ryou was pleased with its appearance, he definitely made a tasty looking drink, complete with the cherry on top. "Well, let's see. Cheers," he murmured and raised his glass slightly before taking a sip.
...And immediately regretted it. Ryou started coughing and sputtering, feeling his eyes tear up from the wave of spicy that immediately hit him. "Wh...what's this?"
"Spice." Cue angelic smile.
Ryou took a deep breath and tried to not think about the raging inferno that was going on in his mouth. "...Grab me some milk?" That drink was officially evil.
Fuji chuckled and reached for a bottle. "Here you go~ Want me to make another? Almost the same, but without a bite?" Dear, that would be bite enough. It wouldn't be lethal, however. Which was probably something Ryou would prefer.
Ryou nodded and gulped down the milk, only stopping when his mouth was numb. "What on earth did you put into it, a gallon of hot sauce?" He didn't know how a gallon could fit, but it definitely tasted like it.
"No. Just sambal oelek," Fuji replied truthfully. "And some tabasco."
"Tabasco with your sambal?" Ryou shook his head."You're one in a million, Fuji." He waited for his drink, absorbing the atmosphere as a customer for once, and not an employee-even if he did get free drinks. "Anything new about your house call?" He asked under his breath when Fuji came near, not wanting anyone else to hear.
"Thank you~" That might not have been a compliment, dear... He finished mixing up the new version (tame!) of the drink and handed it to Ryou. The smile slipped from his face and he shook his head. "No."
Ryou sipped his drink quietly and nodded his approval. He definitely preferred it to be sweeter than with the insane bite. "Need an ear?"
The blonde shrugged, starting to wipe a glass. "Don't know what to say."
"Say anything. I told you, I have all night."
"Well... I came home to find that someone had ejaculated on the bathroom floor. Fairly certain it wasn't Echizen." His hand clutched the towel, hard.
Ryou looked genuinely alarmed. "If someone's breaking in, you've got to at least let security know, right? They can change the locks." He was pretty sure none of Fuji's suitemates wouldn't clean up after themselves.
He nodded. "I've notified them, actually. They'll look into it." It wasn't all a lie; he really planned on talking to them. Soon. Tomorrow. Hopefully.
"Good." He had no reason to doubt Fuji. Ryou savored the next few sips of his drink, gathering up his courage to ask. "Want me to stay tonight, at least get you into your room? Make sure no one's there."
Startled by the question, Fuji paused for a beat before he smiled. "... I would like that. Really. If you stayed the night, I mean."
"Well all right, I thought I'd of-" Ryou was startled by the affirmative answer, figuring that he'd just get a no. "-All right, then. I'd feel bad if I left you alone in that place."
Fuji smiled at that and poured himself a drink as well. Green tea and gin. Well, it worked for him at least. "You're a good guy, Ryou."
"This is only my game face," Ryou said dryly. Not to mention that the alcohol would make him speak freer. "Really, I'm a total asshole."
"Oh? Hoping to score with me again?" Fuji purred, amused.
Ryou chuckled. "What's a pretty boy like you doin hittin on someone like me?"
"Well, maybe this pretty boy has taste?" Wink~
Ryou drained his glass before answering. "For skinny kids with long hair and weird eyes."
"Well, I'm pretty skinny myself." He laughed. "And the kid part? I'm younger than you~ ♥"
He pushed the glass over for another fill-up. "I'm pretty sure I'm younger. Atsushi and I were born in November."
"I'm born in February." Fuji smiled. "And November, huh? Like Eiji and Taka-san~"
"Cept far cooler," Ryou supplied. "Atsushi, anyway."
"Says you." Fuji sipped on his drink. "Which date?"
"The 20th. Huh, can I try what you're having?" Ryou was feeling the need for another drink. "I was born five minutes earlier than Atsushi."
The blonde nodded and started to mix up a new drink. "Really? Only five minutes apart?"
"Close even at birth," Ryou confirmed. "What can I say, we get bored without the other." And a bored Kisarazu never came with a neat ending.
"Your poor mother." Fuji chuckled and handed the drink over. "Here you go. Not spicy in the least~" He sipped some more on his own and then giggled. "In fact, I'm a lot younger than you~ Born February 29th, you see."
Ryou took a sip of his new drink and had to let a grin escape. "So that makes you what, four or so? Does your mommy know you work in a grownups bar?"
"You never tell big people things like that! They'd just say it's a no-no!" Cue pout.
Ryou laughed. "And here you are, chattin me up." He reached out and ruffled Fuji's hair. "We're keeping all the fun for ourselves."
"Of course we are." Fuji leaned forward and caught a stray lock of Ryou's hair, sliding his fingertip over it.
Ryou's eyes slid half-shut, being a sucker for anyone touching his hair. "When does the bar close tonight?"
"Three A.M." Well, that reaction he liked.
Ryou smiled. "Definitely can't let you walk home alone now, can I?"
"No, you can't. That would be rude." He smiled back, the lighting in the room actually making him look more feminine than ever.
He glanced at his watch. Good, just about time. "Why don't you say that you'll close up and I'll walk you back?" Fuji was definitely looking attractive, but Ryou just liked that the body was all male below the pretty face.
"Sounds like a plan." Fuji put the towel down and walked over to the cashier, starting to fiddle with it. A fellow approached the counter, obviously intoxicated, and started whining.
"Come on, sweetie, you can't close now! I wa--want one more. Or..." He looked Fuji up and down. "Maybe... Maybe you can give me something... Better?"
Ryou sighed. That was the kind of client that they all hated, and usually Ryou was put on them to sort it out. He put on his best host face and smiled bemusedly at the man. "Awww, sugar. Nothing for me? Now I can show you an amazing time."
"Uh?" The man blinked, bleary eyed and then siezed Ryou up. "Heh... I can do you both. I'm hot."
Fuji had his finger on the button that would alert the security, but he paused, curious to see how Ryou would handle this.
Ryou nodded quietly to Fuji to press the button as he continued to sweet talk. "You know my twin out there? Well, Aoki-chan really loves to watch us. Sometimes he joins in. Think you can handle all three?"
Never mind that he was inwardly cringing at the thought of Atsushi watching him doing anything vaguely sexual.
"I can handle all of you!" He seemed mighty proud with himself. Fuji sighed and pressed the button. Hopefully they'd have this guy out of their hair soon enough and then they could return to the plans they had scheduled.
"Aoki-chaaan!" Ryou called out in a singsong voice, and then turned the man around once one of the burlier security guards approached. "Here's Aoki-chan. Doesn't he look nice?" He rolled his eyes and spoke normally. "Hey, he's drunk and being a dick. Can you please take care of him for us?"
"Got it." The burly man took the offender by the arm and promptly led him outside, and the man, dazed by 'Aoki-chan''s looks and sudden appearance, meekly followed.
"Well, that was entertaining," Fuji bit off, shaking his head. "Honestly now."
"Glad I'm a dancer." Ryou shook his head and watched the few stragglers, who appeared to just be saying goodbye to their hosts for the evening. "Should be okay, though. Everyone's going."
"Yeah. One should think I would have picked some job other than a host, but..." Well. It was good money. He nodded slowly and finished closing the bar up. The cleaning would have to be left to the cleaning staff; he just wanted to get out of here now.
"Money's decent, at least. And the coworkers are pretty tolerable." It was paying for his expenses through graduate school and he still had some left over to save. Despite the club quickly emptying out, Ryou still slipped a protective arm around Fuji's shoulders, silently alerting that his company was taken for the night.
What: Ryou learns a very important lesson about asking for spicy drinks from Fuji.
When: 1 June
Where: The club's bar
Rating: PG
There had been broken flowers. Pots. Nothing stolen but the room had been a mess. And in the bathroom... Well. Traces. Fuji had cleaned the mess up before Echizen got home, but it still left him with an uncomfortable feeling in his stomach. Drowning himself in work seemed like a good idea, but even work had to end sooner or later. It was good that he had set up a meeting with Ryou though; that meant he didn't have to go home just yet. Mixing a drink, mixing a drink... Something spicy. Alas, little did Ryou know that if Fuji had to think something was spicy... Well, then it wasn't really something normal people could even smell without getting teary eyed.
The fog that had settled on Ryou's mind lifted just a bit with the promise of a drink. He hadn't been his usual self lately, what with his knee and emotional low. But the drink lured him to shower and get dressed, to be somewhat presentable despite his heavy mood.
As soon as he went down to the club, he smiled and nodded at his brother's clients then sidled up to the bar, taking a seat while Fuji's back was turned. "You can make something nice and spicy, right?"
Fuji jumped, he couldn't help himself. His nerves were all on the outside and he managed to spill out almost half the drink he was working on. "Ki--Kisarazu!" He turned around, slightly flushed. "Aa--ah. Give me a second, nee?"
"Ryou," he corrected. After all, there were two people who could answer to Kisarazu. He waved him off and leaned his elbows on the bar. "Take your time, I've got all night," he reassured.
Fuji shot him an awkward smile and then nodded. "Very well. Any particular flavor you like, besides the spicy?"
"Surprise me, I'm not picky." Ryou was simply curious as to what concotion he would come up with.
Of all the wrong choices one could make in life... A couple of minutes later Fuji presented him with a fairly harmless looking drink; softly red, like wine, and with a cherry floating inside it. "Here you go." The base was cherry flavor, yes.
Ryou was pleased with its appearance, he definitely made a tasty looking drink, complete with the cherry on top. "Well, let's see. Cheers," he murmured and raised his glass slightly before taking a sip.
...And immediately regretted it. Ryou started coughing and sputtering, feeling his eyes tear up from the wave of spicy that immediately hit him. "Wh...what's this?"
"Spice." Cue angelic smile.
Ryou took a deep breath and tried to not think about the raging inferno that was going on in his mouth. "...Grab me some milk?" That drink was officially evil.
Fuji chuckled and reached for a bottle. "Here you go~ Want me to make another? Almost the same, but without a bite?" Dear, that would be bite enough. It wouldn't be lethal, however. Which was probably something Ryou would prefer.
Ryou nodded and gulped down the milk, only stopping when his mouth was numb. "What on earth did you put into it, a gallon of hot sauce?" He didn't know how a gallon could fit, but it definitely tasted like it.
"No. Just sambal oelek," Fuji replied truthfully. "And some tabasco."
"Tabasco with your sambal?" Ryou shook his head."You're one in a million, Fuji." He waited for his drink, absorbing the atmosphere as a customer for once, and not an employee-even if he did get free drinks. "Anything new about your house call?" He asked under his breath when Fuji came near, not wanting anyone else to hear.
"Thank you~" That might not have been a compliment, dear... He finished mixing up the new version (tame!) of the drink and handed it to Ryou. The smile slipped from his face and he shook his head. "No."
Ryou sipped his drink quietly and nodded his approval. He definitely preferred it to be sweeter than with the insane bite. "Need an ear?"
The blonde shrugged, starting to wipe a glass. "Don't know what to say."
"Say anything. I told you, I have all night."
"Well... I came home to find that someone had ejaculated on the bathroom floor. Fairly certain it wasn't Echizen." His hand clutched the towel, hard.
Ryou looked genuinely alarmed. "If someone's breaking in, you've got to at least let security know, right? They can change the locks." He was pretty sure none of Fuji's suitemates wouldn't clean up after themselves.
He nodded. "I've notified them, actually. They'll look into it." It wasn't all a lie; he really planned on talking to them. Soon. Tomorrow. Hopefully.
"Good." He had no reason to doubt Fuji. Ryou savored the next few sips of his drink, gathering up his courage to ask. "Want me to stay tonight, at least get you into your room? Make sure no one's there."
Startled by the question, Fuji paused for a beat before he smiled. "... I would like that. Really. If you stayed the night, I mean."
"Well all right, I thought I'd of-" Ryou was startled by the affirmative answer, figuring that he'd just get a no. "-All right, then. I'd feel bad if I left you alone in that place."
Fuji smiled at that and poured himself a drink as well. Green tea and gin. Well, it worked for him at least. "You're a good guy, Ryou."
"This is only my game face," Ryou said dryly. Not to mention that the alcohol would make him speak freer. "Really, I'm a total asshole."
"Oh? Hoping to score with me again?" Fuji purred, amused.
Ryou chuckled. "What's a pretty boy like you doin hittin on someone like me?"
"Well, maybe this pretty boy has taste?" Wink~
Ryou drained his glass before answering. "For skinny kids with long hair and weird eyes."
"Well, I'm pretty skinny myself." He laughed. "And the kid part? I'm younger than you~ ♥"
He pushed the glass over for another fill-up. "I'm pretty sure I'm younger. Atsushi and I were born in November."
"I'm born in February." Fuji smiled. "And November, huh? Like Eiji and Taka-san~"
"Cept far cooler," Ryou supplied. "Atsushi, anyway."
"Says you." Fuji sipped on his drink. "Which date?"
"The 20th. Huh, can I try what you're having?" Ryou was feeling the need for another drink. "I was born five minutes earlier than Atsushi."
The blonde nodded and started to mix up a new drink. "Really? Only five minutes apart?"
"Close even at birth," Ryou confirmed. "What can I say, we get bored without the other." And a bored Kisarazu never came with a neat ending.
"Your poor mother." Fuji chuckled and handed the drink over. "Here you go. Not spicy in the least~" He sipped some more on his own and then giggled. "In fact, I'm a lot younger than you~ Born February 29th, you see."
Ryou took a sip of his new drink and had to let a grin escape. "So that makes you what, four or so? Does your mommy know you work in a grownups bar?"
"You never tell big people things like that! They'd just say it's a no-no!" Cue pout.
Ryou laughed. "And here you are, chattin me up." He reached out and ruffled Fuji's hair. "We're keeping all the fun for ourselves."
"Of course we are." Fuji leaned forward and caught a stray lock of Ryou's hair, sliding his fingertip over it.
Ryou's eyes slid half-shut, being a sucker for anyone touching his hair. "When does the bar close tonight?"
"Three A.M." Well, that reaction he liked.
Ryou smiled. "Definitely can't let you walk home alone now, can I?"
"No, you can't. That would be rude." He smiled back, the lighting in the room actually making him look more feminine than ever.
He glanced at his watch. Good, just about time. "Why don't you say that you'll close up and I'll walk you back?" Fuji was definitely looking attractive, but Ryou just liked that the body was all male below the pretty face.
"Sounds like a plan." Fuji put the towel down and walked over to the cashier, starting to fiddle with it. A fellow approached the counter, obviously intoxicated, and started whining.
"Come on, sweetie, you can't close now! I wa--want one more. Or..." He looked Fuji up and down. "Maybe... Maybe you can give me something... Better?"
Ryou sighed. That was the kind of client that they all hated, and usually Ryou was put on them to sort it out. He put on his best host face and smiled bemusedly at the man. "Awww, sugar. Nothing for me? Now I can show you an amazing time."
"Uh?" The man blinked, bleary eyed and then siezed Ryou up. "Heh... I can do you both. I'm hot."
Fuji had his finger on the button that would alert the security, but he paused, curious to see how Ryou would handle this.
Ryou nodded quietly to Fuji to press the button as he continued to sweet talk. "You know my twin out there? Well, Aoki-chan really loves to watch us. Sometimes he joins in. Think you can handle all three?"
Never mind that he was inwardly cringing at the thought of Atsushi watching him doing anything vaguely sexual.
"I can handle all of you!" He seemed mighty proud with himself. Fuji sighed and pressed the button. Hopefully they'd have this guy out of their hair soon enough and then they could return to the plans they had scheduled.
"Aoki-chaaan!" Ryou called out in a singsong voice, and then turned the man around once one of the burlier security guards approached. "Here's Aoki-chan. Doesn't he look nice?" He rolled his eyes and spoke normally. "Hey, he's drunk and being a dick. Can you please take care of him for us?"
"Got it." The burly man took the offender by the arm and promptly led him outside, and the man, dazed by 'Aoki-chan''s looks and sudden appearance, meekly followed.
"Well, that was entertaining," Fuji bit off, shaking his head. "Honestly now."
"Glad I'm a dancer." Ryou shook his head and watched the few stragglers, who appeared to just be saying goodbye to their hosts for the evening. "Should be okay, though. Everyone's going."
"Yeah. One should think I would have picked some job other than a host, but..." Well. It was good money. He nodded slowly and finished closing the bar up. The cleaning would have to be left to the cleaning staff; he just wanted to get out of here now.
"Money's decent, at least. And the coworkers are pretty tolerable." It was paying for his expenses through graduate school and he still had some left over to save. Despite the club quickly emptying out, Ryou still slipped a protective arm around Fuji's shoulders, silently alerting that his company was taken for the night.