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Pine Garden
Kotomine_Rin:
Marc
7:00 PM
VROOOOOOOOOOOOM!!
A red arrow of death soared to the skies, burning its engines with unmatched speed. As it zoomed from rooftop to rooftop, its red-haired pilot cheered and pumped up his fist - totally oblivious to the poor girl's plight behind him.
"Wohooooooooooooo!"
And with a fina leap over a rooftop, the motorbike blocked off the sun itself, only to come crashing down on the road with insane speed. And as it zigzagged accross the streets, it dodged every vehicle in its way with dramatic flair. He howled at the top of his lungs, enjoying the thrill of the speed even when he dashed against the traffic.
This couldn't be...! A technique like this was unheard of, let alone in a place like this. But there was no mistaking it. Was this what they called...
"Yahooooooooooooooooo!"
He dodged the incoming cars and burst up in the sky before taking another turn. Were the laws of common sense and driving sensibility simply beyond this man? And how did he keep his drink in his gut at this speed? There were Nexus sanctioned Thrill Rides with less G force than this mindblowing display. Now driving straight, he was approaching the rich hillside - and more importantly, what looked like some kind of palace.
No, if you looked at it from a distance, you'd recognize it was more like a large high-class cabaret club.
"Hehehe~! Enjoying the ride missus?" He turned his face to grin at the partner clutched behind him.
Bern:
Neptune
"Leeeet's seeee..."
The purple haired girl yawned as she stretched her arms, she wasn't even holding onto him and was simply glued to the motorcycle by her legs. "You're wasting a lot of time with these unnecessary tricks and driving against traffic just gets you a lot of unwanted attention. Hmm.... could add a jet booster and some retractable wings to this if you wanted a real flight... Other than that it was pretty average, I got a bunch of crafts that I could program to drive like this if I wanted. What?"
She was smirking as she looked back at him. "Were you expecting some fearful admiration or some shit, sorry pal but I've choke slammed uppity werewolf customers in the past, your ride is just that a ride, get some upgrades if you wanna impress me. And by the way, you totally should have told what place this is, now I don't even have time to dress up, although I hate dresses anyway hah, so I guess I should be thanking you."
Kotomine_Rin:
Marc
Marc laughed heartily at that. God, a werewolf? She was a lady after his own damn heart. "Aw, how heartless. Unfortunately, I'm too cute to fish for compliments, just being myself here. You're talking about the kind of guy who likes to live every day thrillingly." He gave her a smile and a wink before turning back to the road, but swerving back to safety - more for her sake than anything.
"You see enough things, and even stuff like this won't bother you much anymore. You gotta know how to enjoy crazy dumb stuff like this once in a while." His eyes were focused on the horizon, but not necessarily at what was ahead of him. Well, it's not like she could see that unless she checked the mirrors.
Probably.
"And don't worry about being a crowd-pleaser, it's actually a male cabaret. Though I guess it is kind of popular with some guys as well. Ladies need entertainment too you know? Pleeeeenty of money to share and an appetite for caviar! Hihihihihi! Oh, but no weird stuff behind the scenes, so no need to be flustered. If you want I'll lend you a suit. Pretty sure I have one that'd fit."
Bern:
Neptune
"Thanks but no thanks, and hearing that there's no weird stuff is just disappointing, didn't you say you were a risk taker ehh?" Neptune declined his offer, although this did kind of annoy her. "Although I thought you were gonna show me the actual business and not the front, how disappointing and beside that, what kind of suits do you even have that'll fit me? I'm sure you've noticed how top heavy I am..."
Kotomine_Rin:
Marc
Marc raised an eyebrow and laughed. He was fond of that brutal honesty. It's the sort of thing he liked better than a stab in the back.
"Nah, let me rephrase that - anything other than the care package is up to the host's discretion." He answered her with a casual shrug, picked up some speed and drifted off to the elegant palace of neon lights. "And it's not something I promote, a lot of the workers are regular people. Rich men have their mistresses, but they still have a face to protect. If you push your luck, it's not just your safety that you could be dealing with, but others as well. That is why this is juuuust a cafe where women can spend some time in good company."
Yeah, he was fine taking risks for himself, but his boys were a different matter. There was no need to recklessly play with their lives. Relationships outside of work obviously happened, but they were just that - relationships. He wasn't going to jeopardize the safety and livelihood of his employees by putting a -come here and get your puss stuffed- sign. Men and ladies of the night played a game, and the rules were no secret.
"Most just want someone to listen to them, spend time with them... you know, just whatever makes them feel valuable and loved. You'd be surprised how lonely the rich can get. Aaand you're not that big girl. If you can get a fat guy in a suit, we can totally manage you."
The motorbike finally stopped by the parking lot. A turn of the key was enough to turn off the engine, and he took off his helmet casually.
"I'll show you the business alright. But a side is just as important as the real deal, and a valid source of income. Only amateurs neglect their fronts, it makes it too obvious. That's why I incorporate both as my base of operations. There's other spots around, but they're not as flashy."
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