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"I personally have only seen the groups of men a few times, but there was always one of the same person every time they were meeting. I assume that he's the person recruiting them."
It was already nighttime, and as [name] promised, met back up with Dazai and Chuuya at the same time. Dazai said that Akiko couldn't come tonight, being held up by personal issues.
The three of them had a drink between them, Chuuya opting for a glass of dry white wine, Dazai ordering the Tennessee whiskey, and [name] getting her usually fruity mocktail; not in the mood for a strong drink.
"I only hear parts of their conversations, but I usually hear them say the phrase 'The Book' if that's anything important," [name] continued, taking a small sip of her mango flavored drink.
Dazai leans forward, brings his glass to his smiling lips, "well, your little story certainly makes sense; and there's no trap, as of yet."
Chuuya rolls his eyes, fingers drumming to the live music. To be honest, he was more engrossed in the band than what [name] was saying—he could get the information again when they get back to his apartment.
[name] looked up to Chuuya, whose eyes were mostly covered by the rim of his hat. She knew he wasn't really listening to her, which kind of ticked her off. Though she could kind of understand, he would rather be somewhere else than sitting next to the brunette.
"What days do you usually perform," Dazai asks.
"Usually Thursday and Sunday nights; sometimes Saturday. I usually come in every day to help around and for rehearsals," [name] says, placing her drink down to rest her elbows on the table.
Dazai bites his cheek in thought, "so a meeting should be on sometime tomorrow night; am I correct?"
