Ranpo and Yosano are invited to the bar by one grief stricken Chuuya—or as grief stricken a Mafia Executive turned Mafia Boss can be. He's already on the road to getting drunk, a fact that has Ranpo snickering and Yosano rolling her eyes. It's all very professional, but the power vacuum within the Port Mafia had been taking its toll on the new leader.
"Whaddya think of this place?" Chuuya slurs.
The Bar Lupin is a place that is both discreet and off the radar for the authorities. Most illegal transactions have taken place here, and many more will occur in the future. The bartenders are practically honorary mafia members.
Ranpo wrinkles his nose.
"It could be a lot brighter...and I don't see anything that are to my tastes."
Chuuya shrugs, already downing half a bottle of wine.
"Why did you call us here, Mr. Nakahara?" Yosano questions warily. "I trust that my reports were more than satisfactory concerning the deceased."
"Oh, I am. Just wanted ta, ya know...thank you in person?" He ends his explanation in what appears to be a question before he points an accusatory finger at the young woman. "Call me Chuuya, dammit! We're all in equal standing here, no sense in formalities."
"Hmm," Yosano nods in assent.
Ranpo twiddles in his chair, already bored with just looking at the notably tasteful decor.
"Hey, Mr. Fancy Hat, is that really why you wanted us here? Just as an informal gathering?" His bright green eyes survey the drunkard. Even though he's unsteady on his feet, no one can deny that Nakahara Chuuya can still be deadly.
Chuuya wrinkles his nose at that nickname, but doesn't comment.
"It's been hard since Mimic happened to screw us all over...even managed ta off one of the underlings." The redhead narrows his eyes in order to remember. "Oda Saku-Saku…" He knocks back another glass of wine before continuing. "And a few other guys. 'Course, can't forget the Boss dyin' 'n leaven' me'n charge. It's been a long week."
Yosano studies the redhead once more and gently tugs away the wine. The man is childish enough to grab at the bottle once more, but Ranpo holds him back like a mother scolding a child.
At her signal, both Yosano and Ranpo lift the babbling redhead from the chair and out into the evening air.
The breeze is pleasant on Chuuya's face as he stares unblinkingly into the night sky. As he watches, he thinks he might have seen the shadow of something take flight from one of the apartments nearby. But as soon as the image gets processed in Chuuya's brain, it vanishes into the wisps of his leftover sanity.
Together, Ranpo and Yosano drag the Port Mafia Boss into a taxi and place him in the Agency's infirmary.
It's been a long week.