Soryu sighed for the umpteenth time as he felt the woman next to him sidle up to him, the stench of her perfume invading his senses. He grew irritated as he felt the manicured nails scratch lightly at his suit.
"Soryu-san." She purred, sending dreadful shivers down his spine. "I'm bored."
His gaze steeled over as it landed on the woman next to him. "Then, leave."
"Mah, you're so cruel!" She pouted, lightly pounding a fist against his chest.
"Soryu!" A certain thief reprimanded him. "That's no way to treat a lady like Sara-chan." The frivolous man turned his head to wink at his female companion on the couch. "Now isn't it, Na-chan?" He beamed when the woman burst into cute giggles.
"I can't say I disagree, Mii-chan!"
Soryu rolled his eyes at the duo and concentrated back on the poker game. His thoughts began to wander as he pondered on how long Baba's new fling would last.
"It's ok, Mii-chan." A voice next to Soryu pipped up.
A week?
"That's what makes him hot, anyway." Sara giggled.
Not likely. 4 days was more the thief's style.
He ignored the woman as she rested her palm on his knee. The mobster felt his irritation grow as he felt the harlot's hand travel very "innocently" up his leg. Maybe if she had soft blue eyes and black hair- He felt his lip curl back and he stood up from the poker game. The abrupt action startled all, but one around him.
"If you're going to throw a fit," a voice said cooly, "wait until after the round."
"I'm done here. I have work to do."
He saw Eisuke's eyes roll at him, but Soryu couldn't bring himself to care.