𝓓𝓸𝓰 𝓸𝓷 𝓪 𝓛𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓱

Alcohol, Adrenaline, and Clouded Judgement

People laughing, the smell of hot food and cigarettes, intoxicated salarymen sprawled out in alleys, the city of Kamurocho never slept.

You walked in to a night club that has been popular as of recently. The clicking of your heels that you heard was now replaced by loud booming music.

The bass shook you and made your body tingle. The air was thick and warm from all the younger civilians escaping their responsibilities for booze and the opposite gender. Couches spotted in the building were filled with men and women, some mingling, some getting wasted. The bar counter littered with empty glasses and the bartenders working together to make drinks and clean glasses in a rhythm.

After studying your surroundings, you figured it was best that you kept your purse attached to your arm the entire time.

You started your night by taking a few shots of something strong. You weren't light weight but you needed a buzz, and you were determined to get it.

It wasn't too much longer and you were out on the floor having a good time. You weren't fully dancing compared to the people who were clearly loose, but your body moved to the beat. Your curves twisted and turned, the slit in your dress coming into play in certain moments.

There was something about dancing with others on a crowded floor. The tight squeeze you fit into in order to fully enjoy the experience was immaculate. Sure, shoulders and elbows are bumped but nobody cared. You could freely let loose and people could glance, but nobody truly cared. No embarrassment or shame. Maybe you'd make a friend, the occasional stranger coming in to dance alongside you, then rotating to the next party animal.

This person currently behind you, they were good. You couldn't feel fabric against fabric, was that person shirtless? But then you felt the friction of fabric on your back, it was hard to tell. Hands hidden within black leather gloves came into your vision, hovering over your hips, almost holding back.

Between your lack of sleep and the buzz you were riding, you didn't care, risky was fun and that creeping feeling of you being watched was unnoticed.

Your fingers then interlaced the gloved ones, guiding them to your hips and swaying them. As the fingers rested on your hips, they twitched in yearning for your body. You both danced in that position but you declined any further advancements.

The fatigue started to catch up to you, your body begged for a short break. You grabbed the mysterious gloved hands and pried them off. As you turned around to walk past this person, you wanted to immediately shut down.

Oh yes, the very person you danced with, the very person you let touch you, was Majima. The coincidence was almost funny but made the delicate hairs on the back of your neck stand at attention, blood run cold. You wanted to curl up and die in that second.

You were left with no choice but to face the situation at hand. There was no way that these were just accidents at this point, there's got to be more that you don't know.

Your eyes glared into Majima's one good eye, his face looked amused?

You wrapped your finger around his little gold chain and pulled him down to meet your gaze.

"Why are you following me? Do you think I'm this stupid?" You hissed.

Majima ran a hand through his short dark locks as he feigned ignorance.

"What makes ya think so, darlin?"

"I don't think the times we've ran into each other seemed to be coincidence."

"A friend of Kiryu-chan is a friend of mine."

"Me and you are anything but friends, drop the act."

You let go of his necklace, and he looked down, cracking a smile.