Club Mimosa [Discontinued]

III. Sweet as a Strawberry

It had been two days since you had last seen Momo.

Two long days. It was safe to say you had grown rather fond of the attractive Japanese hostess, and it had been over 48 hours since you had seen that gorgeous body, that incredibly attractive face, and heard that cute playful laugh. Not that you were counting.

There wasn't anything stopping you from visiting Club Mimosa every night. Nothing other than you didn't want to be the needy type, and a date was just a date, even if it ended rather...special. You knew how things went in this industry, and knew you most likely weren't the only one that had a date with Momo, probably not even the only one that week. Your wallet could use a much needed rest as well.

But two days felt like an eternity.

It wasn't that you needed to see Momo but well...you needed to see her. Club Mimosa opened its doors at 8 pm sharp, and you showed up the next night exactly one minute after that. With nothing but Hirai Momo on the brain you approached the club's doors, excited thoughts turned foul as a sharp tug on the handle of the doors proved useless. They didn't budge, locked tight. You tried again, not that anything would change. No luck.

You looked around confused as you snapped from your haze to see an absence of the usual. No hostesses scantily clad in outfits unsuitable for the cold weather doing their best to bring in new customers, no flashing lights and thumping music, and you soon realized that not even the bright gaudy Club Mimosa sign was lit up, something you weren't sure how you missed.

You waited for half an hour, and then a little longer, maybe there was something inside that was causing the club not to open? Japanese culture generally wasn't one to delay things without notice though. You looked around for signs of life, squinting as you tried to get a glimpse inside. Nothing but darkness.

You checked the time - already 8:45. You sighed deeply and felt defeated.

"Hey."

An unfamiliar voice caused you to turn around. When you made your way around you were met by one of the club's hostesses that you had seen before, one that was on the shorter side but still very attractive. Her short hairstyle looked perfect on her and matched the frame of her face well, as did the black dress that hugged her small body perfectly.

"Clubs closed."

"I see that now," you frowned.

"Pipe broke this morning, flooded the whole damn place. Be at least a few days before we're up and running again." You couldn't tell if she was happy or upset for the club's shutdown.

"That's unfortunate."

"Shit happens," she said, her tone a bit crude and bitter.

"Guess it does."

The short-haired hostess had a layer of attitude, something that you found yourself uniquely attracted to. She had a sudden realization as to just who you were and why you had a familiar such face to her.