Majima adored the nightlife in Kamurocho, there was so much energy and excitement that filled the air and somehow a whole lot better than back in Sotembori. He always tended to avoid the cabaret clubs however, he wasn't sure as to why. But it was partly due to all the repressed bittersweet memories it brought back up.
The Grand, Club Sunshine… It all seemed too long ago. However, on this particular night, his family had wanted to throw a little get together and had invited the boss along. Bunch of morons, morons you couldn't help but like.
They hadn't given any information or clues as to where, it was only when the lot of them rounded a corner and caught sight of a not too shabby cabaret did, they all liven up. Talking excitedly amongst themselves while casting their boss all too enthusiastic looks.
These idiots deserved the night off, and hell! Majima could certainly do with some time to let loose with his crew, if anything it would help boost morale.
The drunken herd all cheered and whooped as Majima gave the thumbs up, piling into the building like they owned the place. Leaving the poor server by the doors alarmed at this blatant troop of Yakuza... And even more so when he caught sight of the mad dog himself. The lad was struggling with his words as he hurriedly spit out a greeting, as if gambling with his life.
"W-Welcome! P-Please come right this way!" sweating profusely as he beckoned them over to the staircase, leading all the way to VIP lounge. It was hard to tell by this point if he wanted to sit them up top to please them, or to simply hide them away from the general public. Majima swaggered up to the booth towards the centre, placing himself in the middle and resting his pointy smart black shoes up on the small table in front of him. His men taking places alongside him, but being cautious to leave a space either side of their boss for the women.
The night that followed was sure to be a blurry haze in most of the men's minds, ordering enough alcohol to give a horse a hangover. Majima was barley in his right mind towards the end of this little escapade, teasing the women with slurred words and barley able to keep a firm grip on his glass anymore. But fairly proud he had managed to outdrink most of his crew, by this point.
The noise was all too much after a few hours and he found himself slowly resting his head back against the seat, each arm draped over a different girls' shoulders. He let out a small sigh, his one eye blankly gazing towards the dimly lit ceiling.
What a night,
The only thing that could have got him more entertained was him,
A good fight with a little banter.
Just what was the dragon doing on his time off? He hoped it was something even more unproductive.
Time was dragging slowly onwards, and eventually rolled around to around two in the morning, the little party drawing to a close. The girls were being called back in as the men all drunkenly went to stand and try wade their way through all the bottles to get out from the boothe. Majima stirring from his semi-conscious state, finding his feet and slowly making his way out from the club.
Everything felt fuzzy and he was struggling to find his footing, Christ! He felt like shit. Would one of them back at the club have messed with his drink for a laugh? It was getting harder and harder to stay focused…
The man slumped against a wall, slowly lowering himself down until he plonked right on his ass. Maybe a quick nap would have him alright…
The last thing he'd hear before everything turned black was.
"He's over here."