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The not-so-sweet smell of cigarettes, alcohol, and sex lingered across the rather luxurious suite, filled with both men and women immersing themselves into each other's righteousness. They held fancy glasses in their hands, that obviously filled with nothing more than champagne, wine, and maybe even with the misture of unreliable drugs.
The table in that very same parlor was filled with money bills scattered, alcohol, packets of powdered cocaine, and even the mere sight of guns made the area very fretful. Yet, men and women surrounded it without fear.
As the women who worked for the suite kept on sticking themselves to the guests, one of the two guests who accompanied it didn't seem to be as pleased as his fellow friend, which is now snoring a handful of illegal powder.
Scoffing, Kokonoi Hajime couldn't help but feel unarmoured by the lustful women who dared tried touching him. The mere thought of even feeling tipsy made him wanna burst out, but he kept calm and that was good. Until he had enough.
Kokonoi expressed a disgusted face as he saw that his flamingo haired of a friend that had dragged him all the way from Shinjuku to Harajuku was now making out with some woman who was probably gonna be marking him tonight. But instead of feeling proud that he now knows that his friend isn't a virgin, the money-making executive felt immensely furious.
Without even bothering that the section was surrounded by women, Kokonoi quickly stood up. Fortunately, no one dared ask him why he seemed desperate to leave. Even if he stood in such extravagance and importance, making him seem so 'irrelevant' to the underground society as the mere sight of him in a suit and fur collar made him appear to be one.
"Sanzu, how long are you gonna fucking stay here?" He growled, pushing away the countless gold diggers that dared to block his path.
Hearing this, Sanzu Haruchiyo pushed the woman whom he had been previously defiling and stared at the person whom he dragged at the very club.
"Up until I want to?" Sanzu says, obviously high. But he couldn't care less about that.
Kokonoi pinched the bridge of his nose and clicked his tongue, glaring at him. "Whatever the fuck you'll do next, make sure it isn't something that has to interfere with Bonten. Do you understand? I'm leaving."
Hearing that, Sanzu shrugged and teased. "Oh, is that your little way of saying 'Be careful, sweety?'" He laughed, waving the gun in his hand for the purpose of threatening a few women to laugh with him since he didn't want to look dumb and high at the same time.
Kokonoi ignored his gesture and sighed, but Sanzu didn't stop speaking though even if he noticed that the money-making genius was about to take his leave.
"Well, whatever." Sanzu scoffed, a little disappointed that his pocket was the one being wasted today.
"Don't fuck with people too, I guess. Try not to make a scene that will ruin Bonten's image, Koko." Sanzu muttered, smirking.
