A shame. Their conversation was clearly going to continue but— trouble. Beggars can't be choosers. And Majima has always felt personally responsible for all his employees. Saki could handle herself yes, and she did double as a bouncer back in her first club. But he took the responsibility seriously.

The moment Yuki noticed him coming she darted backstage, Majima stood behind Youda politely asking what's wrong and assessing the problem.

Ah, drunk chinpira. Thinking they're Omi's high league when they weren't even on a level of a grunt. But they packed hidden weapons, had a very high opinion of themselves, and low about the hostess they felt entitled to. Despite his slender form, Majima pulled very well an intimidating figure. The height, the eyepatch, and the way he stood as if he bowed to no one (if only...). Despite their growing process he managed to push the thugs out of the club— Yuki ran up to him at the last moment, and to his surprise handed him a baseball bat. He flashed her a grin and hoped the guests (and the investor lad) did not notice that little supporting item.

With door to club firmly closed and them on the streets, he was ready to unleash the world of pain. No one messes with Sunshine on his watch!