Plotted starter With @0verhauled
Do was finally having a decent time for once in her life, sure she still got some shit in Japan- Xenophobia was alive and well. But she could LIVE, oh fuck did she. She was having several fruity drinks when she saw someone from the management team walk into the club she frequented, he was looking for her, his head swiveling about as Do kicked off her heels and ducked out into the crowd. It was getting good damn it, she was about to order food and enjoy a long night out! Now, she was doing her best to hide. Though the place she hid wasn’t the best, it was a VIP booth; one she didn't bother checking as she closed the door in front of herself. Why check for someone behind her, when she had more pressing matters roaming about in the club?