利根川幸雄 // Tonegawa Yukio (
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now all you've got to offer me is a drink of gin
Who: Tonegawa (
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When: Friday afternoon- early evening.
Where: A high-class bar in Sector 3, moving to Lion's Gate towards the evening
What: Tonegawa uses his afternoon off to schmooze and make contacts in a classy joint. Feel free to run into him leaving or arriving, too!
Warnings: None
[Sitting at the bar and watching the gentle murmur of activity around him as he nurses his drink, Tonegawa can’t help but feel rather pleased with himself. He works by day, he meets and greets by night. If there’s one thing he can approve of, it’s a routine, and he’s certainly managed one of those here.
Not that making nice to big shots is all he wants to spend the rest of his time here doing- his ideal state of affairs involves far more room to stretch his legs in every sense, for what is power but the ability to do anything and be forgiven for it nonetheless? But even beyond that there’s something about the charade now that sticks in his throat, bitter and resentful, that he’s become more aware of now; his hands tense beneath their leather gloves with each forced laugh, each smile.
Still, he’s damn good at it and he knows it. He’s never wanted for patience in his life, either- swallowing now could earn him the right to spit later, if he’s good enough at it. There’s nouveau riche trash here, yes, but also a few people it’s well worth being sweet to.
Of course, what mood he ends up in by the end of the night depends entirely on which of them he manages to find, and while he might look laid back as he glances around the room he’s busy sizing up faces and suits.]
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When: Friday afternoon- early evening.
Where: A high-class bar in Sector 3, moving to Lion's Gate towards the evening
What: Tonegawa uses his afternoon off to schmooze and make contacts in a classy joint. Feel free to run into him leaving or arriving, too!
Warnings: None
[Sitting at the bar and watching the gentle murmur of activity around him as he nurses his drink, Tonegawa can’t help but feel rather pleased with himself. He works by day, he meets and greets by night. If there’s one thing he can approve of, it’s a routine, and he’s certainly managed one of those here.
Not that making nice to big shots is all he wants to spend the rest of his time here doing- his ideal state of affairs involves far more room to stretch his legs in every sense, for what is power but the ability to do anything and be forgiven for it nonetheless? But even beyond that there’s something about the charade now that sticks in his throat, bitter and resentful, that he’s become more aware of now; his hands tense beneath their leather gloves with each forced laugh, each smile.
Still, he’s damn good at it and he knows it. He’s never wanted for patience in his life, either- swallowing now could earn him the right to spit later, if he’s good enough at it. There’s nouveau riche trash here, yes, but also a few people it’s well worth being sweet to.
Of course, what mood he ends up in by the end of the night depends entirely on which of them he manages to find, and while he might look laid back as he glances around the room he’s busy sizing up faces and suits.]
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This is precisely why he never gambles.
Seeing the man slumped against the wall, stiff and uncomfortable and with his hair in a ponytail of all things, he has to feel sorry for Creed. Making Itou Kaiji presentable... there's a fool's challenge if he ever saw one, and whatever Fairy Godfather-esque magic he might have attempted simply hasn't paid off. He's no fucking Cinderella, that's for certain. Perhaps that surlier attitude works on the younger generation of troublemakers, but not him.
Maybe it's that obvious discomfort that makes bolsters Tonegawa's spirits a little as he heads in: it's obvious who's in the driving seat now. He smiles a shit-eating smile at Kaiji, daring him to react, and holds out his overcoat.]
Would you?
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[with great self-control] You don't waste any time, do you, sir?
[He bears his teeth in an expression somewhere between a grimace, a growl and a desperate grin.
Alright, alright, calm down. Don't let him get to you.]
I don't deal with that kind of thing- you should take it to the cloakroom.
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He smiles airily, as though he can't see that the man is all but growling at him- a mutt through and through.]
I don't see why you can't. I thought you'd jump at the chance to put off doing any real work.
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Because I'm not getting paid to do it. [with a false casualness] You'd hate it if you found out you were making life easier for someone else, wouldn't you?
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You know- just making sure we don't let any criminals or scumbags in.
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[He makes a great show of taking out his wallet, exquisite leather on leather, and then of opening it to find his ID at just the right angle so that Kaiji gets a flash of cards and even of cash.]
Promise you won't try to steal this?
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Goddamn it!]
[pretending like he doesn't care] ... hilarious. But I'll need to check the ID by hand. You know, just to make sure it's not some kind of shady fake.
["Just like you".]
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Oh, of course. I'd hate to stop you from doing your job. [He takes the card out and offers it to Kaiji] There.
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He barely glances at the information on the card but he makes a great show of checking it over, going over the photo and examining the font and signature like he's some kind of TV detective.
After a few moments, he holds the card back out.]
Get the hell out of my face. [pause] And don't you dare talk shit about me to my boss again.
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Oh, you heard about that, did you? I hope I didn't get you into trouble.
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