Nightclub, Tokyo, Monday Evening
Yurika was working tonight, again, and Romeo had gone out on the general theory he could only read so much about global finances before studying became counterproductive.
A few drinks later, he ended up in a hostess club, making animated conversation with the pretty Ukranian girl who kept trying to convince him to order more expensive drinks. (She succeeded more often than not, Romeo and willpower not having much more than a nodding acquaintance.) Somehow, they started talking about high school.
She discreetly found a way to cut him off when he started telling zombie invasion stories. It seemed like some things were too strange even for paid companionship.
Romeo scowled at his beer. Some nights he really missed Fandom; it would be a relief to be back there at the end of the week.
[OOC: Open to anybody who wants to bother a mildly inebriated Shakesperean. He has his phone and everything.]
A few drinks later, he ended up in a hostess club, making animated conversation with the pretty Ukranian girl who kept trying to convince him to order more expensive drinks. (She succeeded more often than not, Romeo and willpower not having much more than a nodding acquaintance.) Somehow, they started talking about high school.
She discreetly found a way to cut him off when he started telling zombie invasion stories. It seemed like some things were too strange even for paid companionship.
Romeo scowled at his beer. Some nights he really missed Fandom; it would be a relief to be back there at the end of the week.
[OOC: Open to anybody who wants to bother a mildly inebriated Shakesperean. He has his phone and everything.]