The evening barely started and the business was already booming— which was great given how the last club battle put a big dent into Sunshine's resources. The sudden influx of cash from the mysterious investor helped them get through what looked like a losing battle... sadly, it was too early to rest. The show must go on, Sunshine had to cement its name as the successor of the rival club.
Youda did his absolute best, but one look at him told Majima all he needed to know - the man needed a vacation. Even two or three days off could do the trick— But they (all of them) had to make it through the night first. With a click of the tongue, Majima swooped in and gently redirected Youda's attention to the floor management. Thus, taking over the guest greeting and seating job.
That had put him in direct interaction with Kiryu. The start is usual — trademark bow, perfected greeting, lips curled upwards just enough to give an air of a positive attitude, but far from forming into a fake smile. Just enough time to quickly assess the man waiting for the seat.
—a new face, he's part of the younger crowd; the suit's fashionable, but also without an Osakan flair; someone used to make business with Tokyo, perhaps? Or maybe even a tourist. Funny thing, the expensive suit almost feels like a front, like— like Majima's looking into a mirror. His eye darts to double-check for a pin, but nothing's there.
"Tonight, club Sunshine, is going to make your wish come true, sir—" The few words that are about to be exchanged here are going to decide which of the girls is seated with this guest. "What is that you seek?"
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Youda did his absolute best, but one look at him told Majima all he needed to know - the man needed a vacation. Even two or three days off could do the trick— But they (all of them) had to make it through the night first. With a click of the tongue, Majima swooped in and gently redirected Youda's attention to the floor management. Thus, taking over the guest greeting and seating job.
That had put him in direct interaction with Kiryu. The start is usual — trademark bow, perfected greeting, lips curled upwards just enough to give an air of a positive attitude, but far from forming into a fake smile. Just enough time to quickly assess the man waiting for the seat.
—a new face, he's part of the younger crowd; the suit's fashionable, but also without an Osakan flair; someone used to make business with Tokyo, perhaps? Or maybe even a tourist. Funny thing, the expensive suit almost feels like a front, like— like Majima's looking into a mirror. His eye darts to double-check for a pin, but nothing's there.
"Tonight, club Sunshine, is going to make your wish come true, sir—" The few words that are about to be exchanged here are going to decide which of the girls is seated with this guest. "What is that you seek?"