Dark Alice in a Dark Wonderland

Nightlife

Halo Eighteen: Nightlife:

-Taro-

Somebody is going to die tonight. Not the big one. That's not until three nights from now. Think of this as the appetizer. No, wait yes. Okay, think of it as a second appetizer. Or would that be second course?

I digress.

Let's see what's going on tonight. I can feel the vice dripping everywhere. I threw back my head and took a breath. Mmm! Smells like corrupted goodness.

I want more!

Oh. What is this? Let's see whom we are visiting tonight.

Nakamura made his way to Dragon Men. He's spent a day and a half looking up gay bars around Ikebukuro. The Dante Killer would more than likely strike at one of those places. Time for a stakeout.

It felt awkward to be here. Now, Nakamura wasn't the hottest thing to walk into a gay bar. But certainly stood out. Some of the patrons were turned on by cops. Even some of them had a cop fetish. Already, a number of young men were checking him out. The detective tried not to look at them. Nakamura walked up to the bar. The bartender in drag broke into a huge smile.

"Hello there, cutie," he said. "First time in Dragon Men?"

"Yeah," Nakamura said. Already, he started to question if this was a good idea. His eyes shifted back and forth.

"Aw, don't worry, honey," the bartender purred. "We're really friendly here. We won't bite." That hungry grin did little to make the detective confused.

"Huh? Oh! No, no! I'm not here for that!" he quickly said, shaking his head. The bartender frowned.

"You a cop?" he asked, his tone turning cold. "Cause there ain't nothing illegal going on here."

"No, nothing like that," Nakamura said. "Have you seen anything suspicious here tonight? Like someone who isn't supposed to be here?"

"Like the DK?" the bartender asked. The detective stared at him at first.

"DK?" he asked. The bartender in the pink dress rolled his eyes.

"The Dante Killer," he whispered. Nakamura stared at him.

"How did you know?" he asked.

"Honey, I studied European literature in college," the bartender said. "Besides, the Dollars chatroom has been talking about it." He looked around for a moment before pulling out his phone.

"See?" he asked. Nakamura looked down at the screen phone. So many words kept popping up on the screen.

"Wow," he mouthed. He looked up at the bartender. Nakamura cleared his throat.

"Right," he said. "I've looking to try and catch the guy. So I'm on a stakeout." The bartender had a serious on his face now.

"Can I get you anything?" he asked.

"Just a light beer, please," Nakamura said. The bartender got to work. The detective rubbed his forehead and sighed.

Heh. Good luck, buddy.

Let's see, who's next? Ooo! It's our favorite detective! And what's this? She seems to have a small crisis on her hands.

-Sachiko-

I looked down at my lap. I have hickeys all over my thighs. I have been staring at them for some time. They all looked fresh too. I don't know how I got them. The rape kit results came back.

"You weren't raped," the lab tech who handled my kit said. "You just had rough sex." I looked so confused.

"What do you mean?" I asked.