Author's Notes: Kudos to you if you recognized the Sugar Daddy wrappers in the last chapter! (They're these…hard caramel bars on a stick if you haven't had them.) I forgot to mention that the idea for this fic came from 'Oota/Youhei, Pole' from the Crack Pairing Generator. I don't know quite how it grew into something this big, but oh well.
This chapter feels really...rushed to me, but I just intended it to be a brief appearance... I guess I'm just conflicted?
"Eiji, I…don't think this is such a good idea."
"Hoi? Why not?"
"Well…it's a strip club."
"But Oishi! You went with me to the strip mall just last week! What's so bad about strips?"
"It's…sort of a different thing, Eiji. I think we're too young to get in here anyway…"
"Nope! I saw the flyer, nya! It said open to all ages! Don't you like dance clubs, Oishi?" Eiji asked, tugging his doubles partner towards the entrance. He stared up at the bouncer, blinking. "I know you! We played against you before! You're from Jyousei, right?"
The bouncer looked down, blinked, and nodded before waving them in.
"Come to think of it, isn't Kajimoto the name of Jyousei's buchou?" Oishi asked. Maybe he'd been wrong about this place after all. He glanced up at the stage. …Or not.
Eiji shrugged. "Look, there's the dance floor!" He tugged Oishi forward, and if Eiji could ignore the short, goggled Jyousei player on stage shimmying up a pole like a fly on the wall, then so could Oishi. Really.
Oishi wasn't quite sure what he was expecting. Whenever they'd gone dancing before, he'd spent the night watching Eiji bounce all over the dance floor (and apologizing to everyone Eiji didn't notice bumping into) while remaining fairly still himself. Whatever he'd been expecting, though, it certainly wasn't for Eiji to put his hands on Oishi's shoulders and scoot closer until there was only a few inches separating them.
Eiji smiled up at his doubles partner, his eyes reflecting a hint of mischief. "Oishi never dances, nya. I have to make sure he doesn't try to baby-sit me, or he won't have any fun."
Oishi blinked. He'd never thought of dancing as particularly "fun," but with Eiji's bangs nearly brushing his forehead, and his hands moving of their own accord to his partner's hips, he supposed that, sometimes, it could be.
Notes: I'm planning on including Ryoma & Momo now too, because I didn't really talk about Shinjou's bartending earlier, and Ryoma gives me an excuse. No, this is not the end of talk about Jyousei, there will be more Jyousei chapters too. And I'm beginning to wonder if I'm a masochist, considering how hard this fic is to write, yet I just keep planning more.