Disclaimer: See chapter 1, damnit!

That barely had anything to do with baseball. lol

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The time passed by, and Taifu would be spending her last day in North Capital in the bar. She mostly ignored her daughter, paying more attention to her brother and the rest of his workers.
"Berumotto-san, I hear that you're a good dancer," she said with a giggle.
"I guess."
"Well? If Nama here pumps out some music, would you care to show me your talent?"
"Nee-san!" Nama interrupted, "I will only go along with that if Jin agrees to allow me one dance with her as well! She and Dorai both dance together pretty well, so I'm thinking that she's the one that taught him, if not the other way around."
Uwaki and Shuran kept trying to interrupt them, saying that they wanted to dance with us.
"Oh, Uwaki." Taifu frowned. "You can't dance, unless it's that 'bump- n-grind' stuff. I'm talking about civilized dancing. Not your sex-starved renditions!"
The girl became angered from her mother's sharp words. "Stop making me seem like I'm some sort of slut, Kaa-san! What kind of mother does that!? I just want to dance with my dear Dorai!" She batted her fake eyelashes at me.
"I like this family," Jin muttered to me. I nodded.
"Dear, you are a slut! You've had the clap 3 times already!"
Jin and I fell down on our asses, cracking up.
"MOTHER!!!" she wailed.
Jin pulled herself up onto the counter by her elbows. "I knew it! It was an odd number!" She gasped amongst her laughter, "Dorai! You owe me 200 zeni!"
I snapped my fingers to my misfortune, but I was still laughing. It was true, the month before we really made a bet on whether she had the clap an odd or an even number of times.
Uwaki stormed out. When we were able to gain our composure, Shuran decided to yell at us a bit. "You shouldn't make fun of someone like that."
"Oh come on, Shuran. You do it all the time. The only reason you didn't this time is because you have genital herpes right now." I said, still smirking.
His face grew blood red. "H-how did you know about that?!"
"Liquor loosens locked lips," I mused, reaching for a glass to make myself a drink. Upon hearing this, he shouted several lines of contempt and stormed out in the same manner. Jin and I shook hands.
"Uotsuka-san," Taifu said when everyone seemed calm enough, "Do you mind the dancing suggestions we were having before that incident?"
"Sure, sure, whatever," Jin said, "I don't mind trying to dance with Nama. I think Dorai's fine with dancing with others."
The tone she used confused our boss a bit. "You act like you guys don't have much experience in dancing."
"We don't. The time that people first saw us dancing a few weeks ago was the first time either of us has ever danced," I answered.
"So..." Taifu moved a fallen blond hair behind her ear, "... you've never danced with any other partners besides each other."
We nodded.
"This will be an honor then!" Nama went behind the bar. "I'll turn on some music. It's been a while since we've used the dance floor anyway!"

After the night was over, and everyone said their goodbyes, we locked up. Nama went straight home, but I just stood beside Jin outside the door for a while.
"Oh yeah!" I exclaimed, "I almost forgot!" I pulled out my wallet and gave her a few 50s. "You won the bet. How'd you know it was going to be an odd number?"
She laughed. "Uwaki is an odd person."
"Indeed. Interested in doing something tonight?"
"Maybe..." she looked up, as if something in the sky might give her a nod or a shake, "I feel restless, but I can't think of anything I want to do."
I was about to invite her to my apartment, but I realised I wasn't in the mood to watch rentals or documentaries. I didn't really feel like going out anywhere, but for some reason, I wanted to spend time with her.
"Maybe we can go over to you're place," I finally suggested.
She turned to me in an exaggerated motion. "I've told you about my apartment. It's so small, I'd feel lucky if we could both fit in it at the same time. Plus there's nothing interesting to do there."
"We can just sit and talk, can't we?"
She looked at me strangely. "I don't have a couch. Only a chair, a couple of tables, a bed, and a small black-and-white television set. Not really anywhere to sit, and there isn't a carpet so I'm sure the floor wouldn't be too comfortable."
I crossed my arms and laughed. "I don't care where we sit. I'm just in the mood to talk, that's all."
When she saw that refusing this would just mean spending the night alone, she agreed.

Past being on one of the top floors in a building without an elevator, most of what Jin said was not an understatement. Past the skimpy furniture that she already mentioned, there was only a small window and blank walls. The light fixture was little more then a lightbulb on a wire. This was all one room.
"You don't have a bathroom?" I looked at the single sink beside a small fridge.
"Every floor shares one," she said with a shrug.
"How come you don't get a better apartment? I'm sure you could afford it; we get the same amount in the paycheck after all."
"When I came into town, there was no places open besides this, and I keep looking. Nobody else has had a free place yet."
"I see," I sat in the single chair and opened the curtains in the window. "You have a nice view at least." I was referring to the crescent moon and starry night I saw blanketed over the city, which glowed a warm orange from the street lamps.
She nodded and sat on the bed (being the only other seat). "That's the only thing good about this place. Sometimes, if I can find something decent on the radio, I'll just sit and listen while staring out."
I smiled. "Maybe we can find something."

It seems there are some good radio-stations in the area, since it was usually a while before an obnoxious song would interrupt our conversation. We hardly struck a serious note; most of the time we were laughing and joking about anything that came to mind. An interesting song came on the radio, "When You're Evil". We both knew the words and started singing along to it together.
Afterwards, she fell back on the bed, laughing at herself. "I'm a terrible singer."
"Nonsense. You're better than I."
"Yeah right. You have the best bass voice that I've heard in a while."
I grinned to the complement and stared at her. She was reclined on the bed, entirely streached out, staring out the window, what light that was coming from the moon was dusting over her, showing her contours. It was a while before I realised the awkward silence surrounding us, and I stood up. "I better go home."
"So soon?" she said. But when I pointed to the clock on the radio, she grinned at how many hours had passed. "Very well. My next shift isn't till Wednesday, so I'll see you then."
"Night, Jin."
"Night."
When I closed her door behind me and walked out the building, I remembered that I didn't know this neighborhood at all. "Great," I muttered to myself, "I have to fly home if I don't want to get lost."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Voltaire reference! Hehehe... and I don't have any legal ties with that song. But I am in Voltaire's fanclub!