now all you've got to offer me is a drink of gin

[12second_orz]

Who: Tonegawa (12second_orz ) and YOU
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.]

Comments

[12second_orz]

[Oh, he likes that 'sir', even if it's clearly sarcastic. Along with the obvious frustration on Kaiji's face he's got more than enough reason to linger here a little longer.

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.

[underdogged]

[The corners of his mouth drop, the forced grin momentarily transforming into a scowl before he catches himself. Kaiji draws himself up out of his slouch- he can at least get the edge on the other man in height this way.]

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?

[12second_orz]

[And Tonegawa shoots back, smiling a sweet, unassuming smile and without missing a beat:] It's only your life I'd hate to make easier, Kaiji-kun. I thought you knew that by now.

[underdogged]

["Bite me."] Very funny. Only, for me to actually do my job, you gotta show me some ID.

You know- just making sure we don't let any criminals or scumbags in.

[12second_orz]

Of course. You put the criminals and scumbags on the doors.

[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?

[underdogged]

Fucking hilario... [Kaiji's eyes go to the crisp lines of notes tucked inside the wallet. Then to the impressive array of cards, the supple leather of the wallet and finally to the ID, where he was supposed to be looking the whole time. He can't even resist it and in those moments, a slightly pained look crossing his face.

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".]

[12second_orz]

[It worked. Even if he hadn't trailed off, the change in Kaiji's expression speaks a thousands words more than whatever he could have interrupted. A petty victory, perhaps, but one to savour. Tonegawa smiles unpleasantly, an old wolf bearing teeth over the latest kill.]

Oh, of course. I'd hate to stop you from doing your job. [He takes the card out and offers it to Kaiji] There.

[underdogged]

[Kaiji snatches the card from him, glaring. He's definitely starting to feel hunted- if Tonegawa's the wolf, he's the rabbit on the run, darting in and out of trees and tripping over its own feet.

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.

[12second_orz]

[Nothing else to say, and Kaiji is riled as hell. Tonegawa takes the card with a little smile.]

Oh, you heard about that, did you? I hope I didn't get you into trouble.

[underdogged]

You're damn lucky you didn't. [It's an empty threat but making it sound serious can't hurt. Kaiji gives him one last look up and down then tosses his head.] ... just go in. I don't want to look at you anymore.