Location: Club FZ With: -- Status: Godly ____________________________________________________________
I'm aiming to continue, so consider me a threat."
To think that he would be here. Running this place at such a young age. Not even out of his teen ages, Masayoshi Saitou, the Prince of the world, he liked to think, was too competent for his own good. Easily pushing his way into the red light district and...acquiring...this handy spot came from a few different instances, and with a certain friend of his' skill.
The particular mob moved in quickly and silently, and now that he was settled, he'd become accustomed and comfortable with running the bar, was well as some other...illicit activities that no authority dared to look into. After all, it was easy to show up as a body these days, especially if he or Ant were involved. Where was that ********, anyway?
Either way, he was behind the bar today. Already seeing familiar faces of those who came for drinks or the other services that the little Gremlin offered to his visitors. Short, but not particularly thin, the young boss' very presence within the place he owned demanded respect. Although there were some exceptions to be made, with a particular bald headed maniac he was so chummy with at times. Other times, he was at the throat of the man.
Lining his chiseled body today was a tight vest and pants to match, obviously hugging on his body in a way that was meant to be accommodating. It was unbuttoned at the very top, as to show off his chest to the world without shame, which of course, he had none in that tan body of his. Not for showing off, of course. A boy with a foot on top of the world, or at least, the underworld.
It was those rare occasions that Ying was not seen holding a bottle of any alcohol in her arms, drunkenly walked through steps. She eyed the piece of paper in her hand, the details showed the address and a minimap to a destination. There was a wild announcement about a new bar opening. Obviously, she would not pass the occasion, appearing before the place as soon as it opened. She hoped there would be a lot of alcoholic drinks around to enjoy! There were not many people around, so she would not have to line up very long. Great! Since it was its first opening, the scanning and checking for age range was pretty strict. Understandable.
She was understanding and following the rules, yet the guard had blocked her at the gate. "What do you mean I can't go in? I'm of proper age to drink!" The guard kept shaking his head at her, telling her not to lie. The gist of the reason was that her face was too young to be 25 and her ID was fake. She had been to other bars before and they did not question why her face was young. You got the proper IDs, you were good to go. "What is this type of treatment to customers?! I demand to see the manager!"
She was not really angry, just acting like one. If the manager was really there, she could even get free drinks for her trouble. She was not the wrong one here, after all.
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2019 9:08 pm
"I only want to hurt you...and what I want, I get.
Location: Club FZ With: Ying Status: Godly ____________________________________________________________
I'm aiming to continue, so consider me a threat."
Quite literally still a boy, a child, it was amazing to think that he even owned the place. And of course, he owned the associated problems that came along with owning this place. While the current business day was going astounding with very little problems whatsoever, it was almost destined that an issue would arise to demand his attention.
Fixing his vest that he currently had on, the mini mob boss began his trek to the entry to observe the outrage happening. His body completely dispersing into smoke for moments before reforming near the front door, near his guard and the woman whining and demanding to be let in.
He could smell alcohol all over her, and his gaze was solid into her, dagger-like gray eyes staring her down. "I am the manager." came the smooth voice. This was a child, one not even of age to drink himself, yet the owner of this place and one of the co-leaders of an entire drug funneling ring.
He made no attempt to even ask for her ID. She was cute enough, to be honest. And even if she turned out to be under 21, he didn't quite care. The authorities wouldn't touch the red light district. It was the perfect place to grow. To expand. To recruit. He waved the woman in, and the guard didn't object, moving aside and allowing her entry as Saitou moved to take his place at the bar once again.
"I apologize for that, miss." the dark, silky voice spoke again, a gloved hand inviting her to take a seat.
"Oh. Hello!" For a bar manager, the person who appeared was young. Each bar had their own type of managers, ranging from older men or charismatic women in jazzy ones, in wild ones and this new bar was no different, but this one was especially young. Like, the one that was not supposed to be the boss in the first place. Then again, the intimidation and confidence of his showed his status. As his gaze met her, she could suddenly feel danger. Hmmm, was it too late to retreat and find a cheaper place to go? Well, since it was too late, she would have to be a bit more careful.
She gave the guard a winning grin as she passed through the door, following the manager. Conveniently, it was the direction to the bar. Her choosen seat was near to the manager, where she took the time to look over everything near the bar area. Her eyes immediately flashed to the shelves, giving it a quick scan before turning to the man nearby. "That's fine. Sorry to cause a scene. Though, that is a first for me." More like the first for her to be stopped at a bar, but not the first at the liquor shop. "It looked really nice here. I think it'll crowd up soon enough." That was her feeling about the bar in general. On the other hand, it was the red-light district, where a lot of people would enjoy this kind of place. Hmmm, yeah, she would have to avoid this place as much as possible later.
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Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2019 6:26 am
"I only want to hurt you...and what I want, I get.
Location: Club FZ With: Ying Status: Godly ____________________________________________________________
I'm aiming to continue, so consider me a threat."
Saitou's dark expression was not hard to miss. Usually people quickly got over his young appearance in favor for his emitting of power. This woman seemed no different. He obviously could tell based on how she carried herself that she was of age, so he whipped up a Mad Dog drink for her, free of charge, sliding over the slightly bitter-salty drink towards the woman before gazing over his domain again.
Hopefully Ant had gotten rid of those various corpses of the previous owners. He had been gone a while. Saitou reminded himself to hit his partner in crime square in the face when he saw him again. There were lots of thoughts running in his head, but as the woman spoke again and broke the train, he gave her his full attention for the duration of her speech.
"No scene caused, my dear. It's to be expected that such a young looking woman would be flagged down at my doorstep."
He graced her with a slight bow. Being within the red light district gave him lenience to perform his activities under this guise of a bar. Not that he didn't enjoy running it, no, but it simply was just another way to make money for him. The drugs, the women, the drinks, and the disposal services. All of that and more was under his belt.
"I do hope it fills up. It'll be good for lining my pockets, after all. We put a lot of work into this place. The former owners seemed to neglect it." He added, making drinks for various other patrons while still talking to her. One man even handing the teenager a wad of cash, only for Saitou to give a nod and send the man scurrying off. Another name to add to the list? Fun. He'd be working late into the night, it seemed.
"May I have your name?" It was formulated like a question, but it was more like a demand with how rough his voice was. It couldn't help it...it was the effect that came with his position.
She started to look around the place, idle and twirling in her seat a little as she got more situated in her seat. Her attention was everywhere, but her ears still heard every word that he answered. It gave tidbits of information about the old owners and a bit of information about the manager himself. She raised a brow at his tone of voice, but since there was no rudeness in the words he said, she answered friendly in return. After all, there were many others who acted a little tough, a little rough yet could be kind. Well, she may not say the same for the man in front of her, but as long as she did not touch a nerve, all should be fine. "My name is Ying. It's a pleasure to meet you."
Her gaze wandered as she finished her introduction, stopping on the drink on her tableside. She was not unsure what that meant, so she looked to the man in front. There was no bartender to ask for her drinks or anything, so the one who made it should be him. No employee was brave enough to choose drinks on their own without permission from customers or bosses. "I haven't called any drinks yet?" With her good knowledge of alcohol and cocktails, this drink should be a Mad Dog. Interestingly, the taste of this drink kind of suited her in a way, but she felt it might fit the manager better, according to her impression so far.
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Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2019 7:29 pm
"I only want to hurt you...and what I want, I get.
Location: Club FZ With: Ying Status: Godly ____________________________________________________________
I'm aiming to continue, so consider me a threat."
"The pleasure is mine, actually. I hope you'll enjoy our little night club. Most boys my age are still worrying about small things, but me? I'm making it big. "
There was a certain sense of pride in his words, and he crossed his arms, obviously not too concerned about looking too cocky in front of the new customer. Hell. He didn't care, really. How could he when things were going so well on startup? Names on his list already. Payments being made. Everything was just golden. If only Ant was here to celebrate. He'd love to punch the bald b*****d in the face for no particular reason at all. Many things were running through Smokey's mind.
"Call it my intuition. When you grow up working the street, you get good at making correct guesses. Do you like it, huh?"
He put his hands on his hips, looking brightly at the little alcoholic in his bar. Elsewhere in the club, there seemed to be a scuffle, but the result was simply for the young boss to further up the music. A little tussle couldn't ruin his night, after all.
"Oh, that's ambitious." Her lips quirked at the end. The man certainly had confidence in what he did, and she could see why. Given the feeling she got from him, it was no doubt that his words will come true. With what he said about his age after that, he should be quite young as she had expected, not that was a surprise. "I remember when I was younger, maybe about your age or younger, all I think is to eat, drink, sleep and enjoy the peace. You could say it's the things I do to get fatter." She laughed a little at her jokes, but her eyes were not really laughing. The sharing did remind her off sad memories, where the peaceful life was supposed to last longer, if it was not for her family's tragedy.
"Well, it's not my favorite, but I enjoy drinking anything given to me." Especially free stuff, from the look of things. She leaned on the bar a little, a hand on her cheek. Another sentence was added after a blink. "Well, maybe not suspicious liquids or dangerous ones, of course." If anyone noticed, she did not really touch the drink. The glass was lifted for a sniff, but no sip was taken. It did look like she had taken a sip at a glance, of course.
Usually, she would have dived for the drink already, but perhaps the feeling the manager had really got her on edge. She doubted that anything would happen, especially on this first day, but her instincts did make it rather uncomfortable. Call it "Fight or flight" instinct. She usually was on the "flight" side.
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2019 6:14 am
"I only want to hurt you...and what I want, I get.
Location: Club FZ With: Ying Status: Godly ____________________________________________________________
I'm aiming to continue, so consider me a threat."
He didn't find it particularly weird or crazy that the woman didn't dive onto the offered drink. After all, being too eager and accepting things was an easy way to end up in some stranger's bed, or missing. Or both. And while at this very moment he wasn't planning on poisoning or drugging anyone, there was always the chance that he'd do it later. He wasn't exactly an Angel or anything. Putting on this front, though, as someone not out to harm. He could do that. It was easier when you didn't have any tattoos showing "Fair enough. Though if I wanted to harm you, I could've done so already. Easily, too." He chuckled out, picking up the drink he'd made for her and drinking it himself. Of course, he wasn't twenty-one. Or even twenty. But did he care? Not one bit. Not when this was his house to begin with.
Putting down the empty glass, Saitou stretched, staring. Observing. "Ying, right? I look forward to seeing you become a regular." He says, just as the fight escalated down on the dance floor. His grey eyes watched with intensity. Some particular drinks had been used for...experimental purposes. Some drugs he had played a part in developing to spike the emotions of those who partook of them.
There was no call at the moment to stop the fighting of the two..no, three men now. They were really going at it. Really getting into beating the s**t out of each other. And what did the young boss do? Watch. Just watch.
"Some people really don't know how to behave, do they? Ruining the fun for others. Should I stop them, or let them have at it?" He crossed his arms, wondering. He really didn't want to clean up anything. But he entirely left it up the choice of the woman. How particular. How weird.
Her eyes briefly looked with his words. It certainly was that obvious, huh? And there she thought she had been quite subtle. She only smiled in return of his comment, not saying anything on that subject. Maybe shrugged a little as a tiny reply. There was something in her gut that regretted not having tried to drink once, but meh, she still value her life very much. The regret was there though, as she took the last lingering glance at the now empty glass.
"Perhaps. I'll come when I have time." It was not a direct "yes" or "no", but it did not mean a "complete no". The increasing noise behind diverted her from her lingering regret. In the far distance, two men were fighting among themselves. They threw punches at each other, occasionally one would hold another in a choke hold. It was a fight where both sides had equal chance of winning. In the middle of it, another one joined the fray. As one to practice martial arts, those were not expert fighters. Maybe thugs, but not one who was experienced enough in fighting to do serious damage on others. She almost missed the manager's question in her observing. "Well, they are not targeting anyone else or affecting other people, so maybe it's better to ignore them and they may turn back to normal." Caring about someone else's business was not her style. The thought was nice, but sometimes no one really knew the real story behind every problem.
Often, even when you tried not to participate in other's business, they still target you. Her head quickly shifted to the side, barely dodging the flying glass, which landed behind the counter, broken to pieces. Next, she was quick to shift around, dodging flying chairs before doing a backflip to hide behind the counter, hiding from the projectiles. "Sorry, excuse me. I may need to hide back here." She moved nearer to the manager, not close enough but suitable for him to stand in front of her, shielding her from sight. "I changed my mind, maybe someone should stop them." Her wide eyes from surprise earlier narrowed at the scene before her. As she had to dodge the flying things, she could swear she saw the men's eyes reddened considerately. That was not normal. There was brief glance over the man near her in suspicion, but she did not voice it out.
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2019 10:20 pm
"I only want to hurt you...and what I want, I get.
Location: Club FZ With: Ying Status: Godly ____________________________________________________________
I'm aiming to continue, so consider me a threat."
Watching the drug take effect and swell through the bodies of the men beginning their brawl. Fighting like there was no tomorrow. He'd have to let his buyers know that he'd have this drug pushed out to them fairly soon. It worked so well, and while in the drinks it was diluted. In the plainest of terms, Saitou was up to no good. But who could blame him? He was in the Red-light for a reason. Plenty of guinea pigs for his little experiments. And bodies easily were hidden here. It was the perfect place to test this out. His 'Terror T' as he called it. The name was a work in progress.
He didn't seem to even flinch as the glass shattered right next to him, a shard of said thing even sticking into the back of his arm. Lazily his eyes looked at the mild bit of blood dripping down his arm, and it was then that one of the chairs came flying towards the teenager. Sighing, he caught the thing dead during its soar, his strong grip stopping it in its place. "Impressive reaction time, Miss Ying."
Putting the chair down, he observed a bit more. Red eyes was certainly a nice side effect of this drug...showed it was working well enough. Although he sort of wanted to see how far this would go on. Would these men kill each other if he didn't stop them? Most likely. He didn't need the blood on his dance floor anyway.
Cracking his knuckles, the boy completely disappeared, or rather, dissipated. Completely into a cloud of smoke that rush its way between the three men. Saitou reformed between them, the swirls on his arms emitting a similar type of gas just around him before he struck each of them once, a strong open palm to the gut.
Although they each fell one by one, there was something particular about how one strike could take down men much bigger than the teen. It would seem that he was more than capable of handling himself. After de-escalating the situation, he snapped for one of the security to escort the men away. Not exactly out of the Club, but nobody else had to know where they went. He would try an injected, higher concentration of drug on these men later.
Returning to the bar, he seemed almost completely unbothered. "I apologize for that. I wasn't expecting anyone to misbehave quite that much."
"Thanks for the compliment." She gave a short reply to his words, eyeing the shard that stuck out of his arm. The arm was bleeding, but his expression was like nothing was wrong. Before she could say anything about it, the man disappeared in a pool of smoke. Ah, of course, he was not a normal person. The fight also finished quite quickly, with the manager sparing no effort at all. She could see from his movement that the man was one experienced in the way of fighting. Yeah, definitely on her list of "People you should stay away from".
After the end of the fight, everything was arranged neatly, with the knocked up men being brought away somewhere. There was no doubt that those men were safe, with the directions that the guard dragged them away. That was not the exit. Okay, maybe there should be a side exit. Meh, not her business. "You're very strong." She had moved to the bar table in the midst of the fight in order to see better. The chairs she supposed to sit laid underneath her feet, thrown in array earlier. Some of them even had chipped sides. "You have nice fighting style too. Interesting smoky effect." It certainly was not any harmless special effects from the way he had used it, however. The smoke was concentrated on his arm before he palmed the men, so it should serve as a power-up or something that affected others.
She stretched a flexible curve of the back, showing more stomach skin as her shirt lifted up. Her eyes flickered over the damage around the place before pausing at the shard in his arm that stuck out. One of her legs lifted up and idly crossed over the other. She looked rather relaxed, like nothing would bother her, despite a bit flustered earlier. "Maybe you should take that shard out. You don't look like you're hurting, but who knows, that wound may become more serious if you don't." Her real reason was not that nice. The shard just irked her when she looked at it.
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2019 12:26 pm
"I only want to hurt you...and what I want, I get.
Location: Club FZ With: Ying Status: Godly ____________________________________________________________
I'm aiming to continue, so consider me a threat."
It took only moments after he had dispersed the fight for things to yet again calm down. The music pumping, people soon completely forgot about the violent outbursts of the men. All except Saitou himself, of course. This could be considered a success for his endeavors. Which was good. Failure was out of the option considering it hurt your wages. "Thanks for the compliment." He joked back, repeating her previous statement jovially. He was in a particularly good mood. A few more trials in the field and he'd be ready to push this thing out to anyone willing to pay for it. Honestly, what good were morals if they kept you from lining your pockets? He could do fine without.
Now giving his attention to the shard of glass stuck within his arm, Smokey moved to simply pick it out. He'd had way worse done to him before. A little glass meant nothing. "To think that I would get glass stuck in me, huh?" He chuckled, giving a shrug. He really couldn't wait to get things moving. To meet others. Assert and dominate. He was going places. Big places.
"I hope you enjoy the rest of the night. I need to go talk to the gentlemen involved in the scuffle."
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Another day, another dollar, right? Or at least that’s what she kept thinking in her head to keep her motivated enough to show up for work. It wasn’t common for her to do day shifts, but since one of the dancers had called in sick, someone had to come in. How busy was the place really gonna be, though? Did people go to clubs during the day anyways? Ugh! Well, whatever the case may be, she better get some damn cash outta this! This whole ordeal ruined her nap time. Hmmm, maybe she should’ve stayed at the mansion the whole weekend instead of picking up the babysitter’s phone call. How bad could a 6 year old be? Surely her Desi wouldn’t be that much of a trouble maker! Hmph, the damn sitter just couldn’t take a simple prank! What a pansy…
After getting her work bag packed up with the usual essentials, Nico had to drop Desi off at one of his friend’s place. Their parents didn’t seem to mind since a little play time got their kid outta their hair for a bit. Hopefully Desi’s friend won’t pick up any of this mischievous little antics. Poor parents, they don’t even realize what just got unleashed into their home. Snickering at the thought, the feline had quickly skedaddled the second her son stepped foot into the front doors. Now, it was time for work!
Travelling her way out of the residential area and further into the depths of the city, Nico finally made her way to her “home away from home”: RDL. It wasn’t the most… trustworthy of places. This was mainly home to crooks, thieves, and gang members. Anyone naive and innocent wouldn’t be able to make their way in without getting swindled from their wallets. Luckily for her, the condition of these streets was nothing new. Hell, she’s the one who’s done the swindling herself! It took years of practice! Taking a back alleyway as a shortcut, it was only a matter of seconds before she had gotten to the back doors of Club FZ. It was the normal entrance point for her since she could avoid the public with ease and just slip into the back dressing rooms.
From the sounds coming into the dressing rooms, it didn’t seem like today was going to be busy until later on into the evening. Great… ” Looks like today’s gonna be dry… “ An audible groan escaped through the feline’s lips as she just threw on what she had brought in her bag. Since there wasn’t much people to get money from, there was no point in doing a full a** routine on the pole for now. She was just gonna act like a bottle girl: pour some drinks, get some cash. Quick and easy. Getting the final pieces of her outfit put together, Nico stepped out onto the bar area, picked up a decent bottle of liquor and strutted around the club looking for any thirsty rich soul to swindle.
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