A/N: Hi. I've got nothing to say, I'm just putting this here because it looks bare without a note. Happy reading.

When they got to the bar, in fact, it seemed as though it was more like a club than anything. Immediately, they lost the nameless ghouls they were with, who were probably off to get laid or get grub.

The thing was, Uta didn't dance. He just wasn't very good at it. He loved music and could feel the beat but he just couldn't move his body to it. As a result, and despite Itori's protests, they got a small table and started the chore of acting like they fit in. The bartender had already seen them walk in, as had numerous other people. It wouldn't be that odd if they just left again, but they didn't want to draw any attention to themselves.

They ordered a small meal and Uta felt his wallet through his harem pants pocket, silently aching inside because he figured he'd have to pay for Itori, too.

The young woman was sitting across from him and there was some tension. He observed her as she crossed her legs, uncrossed them, and then crossed them again the opposite way.

"Itori-san," Uta said, finally breaking the silence. "I feel as though I haven't spoken to you all night."

Itori's face lit up with a smile. "It's been quite busy, yeah? It's okay though, it was fun."

"That's true." Uta's eyes flicked toward the waitress who was almost to their table. "How have things at work been lately?"

As their food was distributed, Itori's eyes twinkled, knowing that Uta was amused by exchanging such pleasantries when they had known each other as long as they had. "It's been fine. Not too full, I've had time to sit when there are no customers in. Even dusted the ceiling yesterday."

Uta half-smiled, feeling the waitress' gaze on him. "That's when you know you're running out of customers. Have you tried newspaper advertisement?"

Itori giggled. "Didn't you try that once? And still you get, what? One customer a day?"

Uta smiled for real this time and Itori laughed again as a result. Uta turned to the waitress who had stood there but a moment too long. "Thank you for the food and drink."

The waitress nodded her head briefly to him. She seemed a bit aloof and her eyes were narrow but somehow she still seemed friendly. It wasn't this he noticed about her, though. It was that she looked like she had something to say.

"If you'd like to consider patronage tonight, some of our waitresses are still up for rent. I can bring you a menu, if you'd like."

She waited a moment.

"What." It wasn't a question. Uta was taken aback.

"That would be great! Bring it here, love!" Itori said to the waitress, whose eyes flitted in her direction.

"Very well then." She bowed and took her leave.

The whole thing was uncomfortable, in Uta's opinion.

"You're gonna buy a whore?" he asked Itori bluntly.

"No, but I'm gonna buy you one."

He swallowed. "What? Why?"

"'Cause, I mean, look at you. You've been out of it like most of the night. You seem stressed, and I'm a great friend."

Uta's eyes narrowed. "You're just doing it so I'll owe you."

"Well, there's that, too."

"You snake."

It was at this point that the waitress came back with a laminated menu, featuring young women on most of its pages. The waitress pointed Itori to the available ones while Uta sneaked peeks of them while taking small bites of his absolutely horrid sandwich. He thought the majority of the young women were pretty, although humans were usually not his style. They were not as... durable, and he was not as gentle as them.

Near the end of the book, the waitress pointed to what looked like a built woman with short hair at the first quick glance, but upon closer inspection, Uta realized it was in fact a fairly lean young man.

"Are these all of legal age?" Uta asked instinctively interrupted the waitress before she began saying anything about the young man.

"Yes, sir. What I was going to say is that this young man was actually just hired here. He turned 18 several months ago."

"What do you call him?"

"Kaneki."
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E/N: Hope you enjoyed the read. I look forward to posting the next one.