Closed starter for @brokenboysoldier
"Tenji, you're up."
Tenji turned his head with a wide-eyed look of dismay, not moving his lips when he complained under his breath: "But I did it last time..."
Shun offered a smirk and said nothing more, clapping a hand around the younger man's shoulders and giving him a friendly shove toward the belligerant clamour in the far corner of the club. They couldn't refuse the Majima family when they came to play, but they sure could rise to the occasion. While Tenji's name had appeared as reasonably fresh billing on the board outside the club, he had already proven himself capable, earning hefty sums out of his clients with the coquettish tilt of his chin and bright eyes.
Now it was time to put that to the test once more, and this visitor would doubtless not be so easily charmed.
Taking a deep breath to compose himself, Tenji checked his teased hair in the mirror and strode over to the source of the disruption, an unlabelled brown bottle swinging from the neck in his left hand.
"This seat taken? They told me to bring you a beer, but I guess you're gunna want something better than that, right?" For all his complaints, any chance to get close to the bigger Tojo families in town was one he had to take for Sakurazawa's sake - and when they were drunk, the younger ones let their secrets hit the deck like vomit. His lips parted in a half-grin. "You were here last week, weren't you. Did you find what you were looking for?"
