Host bar // kazuscara [EDITING]

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The aura was mistifying around the two of them. The slow, romantic jazz playing in the background as it lured Kazuha towards Scaramouche until they were mere inches away.

They stood like that for a while, until Scaramouche spoke. "I have a client with me right now, I'll get to you when I'm done, okay?" 

Kazuha can only nod as he slowly backed away, fleeing off to his current client. 

He watched him set down the bottle of liquor on the table, pouring a glass for the woman he is seated with, and another glass for him. 

His heart ached. He did not want to see him being so close and intimate with the woman. That was supposed to be his place, only he was supposed to be so close with Scaramouche. Not that, ugly, tiny, possibly middle-aged woman who already has her hair dyed black because half of all her hair were silver from aging. He furrowed his eyebrows at the sight, those two do not fit together at all. In fact, they are the complete opposite of each other. Yet she still chose to be with him. 

"Uhm... excuse me? Mr. White-haired guy?" someone to his righthand side caught his attention, "Do you remember me? I'm the counter boy from yesterday!" he tried to sound as optimistic as possible, but failed horribly due to his nervous voice.

"Ugh... yes, I do remember you." Kazuha put a hand to his forehead, his head is spinning. "Say what you want to say, I'm not here to kill you after all."

The boy blinked, "Well I was going to ask if... you're... um- how do I put this..." he struggled, unable to find the appropriate wording, Kazuha didn't push him either, he just stood there, patiently.

"I was going to ask if you're... Scaramouche-san's client-" the boy choked on his words when Kazuha slammed his two hands on the counter table, glaring at the boy; almost like telling him to shut up with his eyes.

Kazuha exhaled, "What did you see?" he asked the boy, 

"Don't kill me for this, but I saw you, sir, hug Scaramouche-san from behind yesterday... no, I won't tell anyone!" the boy shrieked when Kazuha squinted his eyes at him, "I just wanted to say... this is a touch-free host bar, from what my boss told me, so..." he trailed off, turning his head to his right to avoid eye contact with Kazuha.

Kazuha had a look of confusion. What kind of goddamned host bar would implement a 'touch-free' rule? But that's not what he's concerned about right now. Surely as an experienced host like Scaramouche would be well aware of this rule. 

He watched as he pushed off the lady's hand as she tried to grab his arm.

Surely he knew what he was doing. So why... why didn't he remind him of this rule when Kazuha was drunk out of his mind, grabbing onto Scaramouche like he was a disgusting pervert?

Kazuha lowered his head, guilty for his unconscious actions. 

"I've got it, thanks for telling me, counter boy," he said as he leaned beside the counter, his eyes once again glued to the silhouette of Scaramouche chatting happily with his client. Another wave of jealousy arose. 

"That woman really is ugly." He heard a voice from behind him, counter boy. he thought,

"Yea, wonder where she gets to money to even come to a place like this." Kazuha followed up, judging the woman from head to toe. 

"Speaking of money," the boy began, "where do you work at, sir?" he asked, 

"Just call me Kazuha," Kazuha reminded him, "and I work at Takahashi firm." this is probably a token of his trust towards the boy. Giving him his name and telling him where he works at, probably the most he'll tell anyone off in the streets.