[It's hard to imagine a scenario that got a man toting a katana past the bouncers and didn't involve him slicing them open, but one way or another, Byakuran is about to be presented with a blood-spattered sword-gripping Otoha, looking at him inquisitively.
Somewhere in here, there's yakuza his brother wants him to kill, but he wasn't expecting it to be this... crowded.]
[Just smiles, and makes a mental note to fire the bouncers, before he wonders if the guy's killed any of his staff. Now that would be annoyingly inconvenient.
Manager, is it?
Smiling, not bothering to tell him that he owns the place, he comments.]
[His brother had been sure that the manager was in before he sent him, but between the open hours, the crowds, and the absence of the manager, it's starting to look like a severe error. Starting a bloodbath in a crowded club probably isn't in his favour.
Otoha looks at his weapon, and looks at Byakuran again.]
I see.
I'm sorry to trouble you further. Is there no acting manager?
[Well, isn't this just interesting? Isaak nurses a glass of wine near the windows. Silently, Isaak observes the crowds, lazily rotating the wineglass between his fingers.]
[She's done setting up the vases of flowers that decorate the more private booths, and she eyes the last one thoughtfully, wondering if she should replace them with the white roses that are tucked in the crook of her arm, instead.]
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Somewhere in here, there's yakuza his brother wants him to kill, but he wasn't expecting it to be this... crowded.]
Excuse me.
I'm looking for the manager.
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Manager, is it?
Smiling, not bothering to tell him that he owns the place, he comments.]
The manager is on leave today. Can I help you?
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[His brother had been sure that the manager was in before he sent him, but between the open hours, the crowds, and the absence of the manager, it's starting to look like a severe error. Starting a bloodbath in a crowded club probably isn't in his favour.
Otoha looks at his weapon, and looks at Byakuran again.]
I see.
I'm sorry to trouble you further. Is there no acting manager?
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Alone?
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Ahahahaha!
[He wipes the blood off his nose and proceeds to order another drink.]
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Oh, my. Should you not get that looked at?
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[and not letting an opportunity pass by]
So, miss, mind having a drink with a lonely man like me?
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Miss?
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You know, if she didn't think this place deserved her more. :\ ]
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Hmm, choices, choices...
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[Jumps, startled.]
It's one of my jobs, you know. Did you want this room?
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So you arrange the flowers in this place?
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