jikan_rpg | ( open ) there ain't no party like a mafia party

⌛ Who: Those Thai mafia guys, adjacent CR, and anyone who just wants to crash a good time
⌛ What: Celebrating an elopement, Tay's survival of all that chaos in the Western Kingdom, and other things
⌛ When: Early November
⌛ Where: J. Random Bar or two or three
⌛ Warnings: will be added in threads as needed

Tay said drinks were on him when all that madness in the Western Kingdom was over. Vegas wasn't about to forget that. There was a lot to celebrate, after all! Vegas and Pete eloped, Tay survived, they were all reunited, they had some solid plans for the future. They may not be able to find a club in the way Tay would like, but if the night turned into a bar crawl, would any of them complain? Wherever they landed, Vegas was sure to be buying the most expensive drinks on the menu since he's not paying.

The place had music -- nothing like they're used to, but at least it had music. Which would make for an interesting night as the longer they're out and the more champagne Vegas drinks, the more likely he is to try to drag the others into dancing (especially Pete). It may not be what they're used to, but they can still have a good time, right?

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Around the second bar, Kinn chooses to keep his post closer to Tay. The man had been drinking and knowing his friend, an extra eye wasn't bad to have on him.

He still nursed his drink, the only one he would have at this bar, just as he only had one drink at the first one.

It feels incredible to be out dancing, having fun, and not having anything to be worried about. After the chaos recently and finally having his protective friends around him, Tay is letting himself enjoy this fully.

However, one thing- one person- was missing! Stepping away from the stranger he'd been dancing with, he walks over and holds his hand out to Kinn. "Okay, that's enough! It's time to get your ass up and dance!"

Kinn was busy making certain everyone stayed safe, thank you! There aren't any bodyguards here, have you forgotten, Tay? He gives his friend a stare but then follows along. "What's enough, Tay? I'm making certain everyone stays safe. Do you want someone to come along and mug you?"

"Everyone is fine, Kinn!" Tay says, brushing off the concern. "Will you relax? No one is going to mug us in middle of a bar!"

When he finds them a good spot, he puts his arms comfortably on his friend's shoulders and starts moving his hips to the music. "I want to be seen dancing with the second most beautiful person in the room."

Everyone was fine when Kinn decided it was fine. But the last comment has Kinn practically rolling his eyes. "Second, huh? Are you saying you're first?"

Reluctantly, he starts dancing, resting a hand on Tay's waist.

“Why bother saying something so obvious?” Tay teases with an airy, happy laugh. “Isn’t that half the reason you put up with me?”

“What do you think about Vegas opening a bar?”

He dutifully ignores the glaring fact that Porsche wanted to open a bar. He's certain Vegas isn't doing so to get a dig under him. And he keeps reminding himself of that.

"He can do whatever he likes," Kinn responds before taking another sip of coffee. "Especially if it keeps him occupied and out of trouble."

"Really? You too?" Tay says slightly exasperated. "That's been his opinion on speaking up about what he might like regarding the house. I don't understand why you two are being so weird about things. If I have an idea, I voice it even if it's not 'my bar' or even 'my house'. Does that bother you when I do that?"

Which reminded him..

"We need a pool like the doctor has and a sauna! Think you can add that to your 'needs' for the house?" He grins mischievously.

"No? And how is it weird?" Because he needed to give Vegas some sort of freedom. He couldn't be caged in like Uncle Gun had, manipulating his cousin. And he trusted Pete with keeping the peace.

"I could see what can be done," Kinn assured Tay. A sauna...definitely a need especially if there's going to be more manual labor.

"Wouldn't you rather know if he has a preference about the house so you know for sure it's something he'll be happy with? And with the bar, don't you think he'd rather you share your ideas and thoughts on that? Whether he does it or not is up to him. You're not ordering him to do anything, just being supportive and helpful."

It seems simple to him, but he also hasn't been under the same oppression Vegas has. He just likes the idea of these things being collaborative.

"Do you want to know what Vegas prefers?" Because Kinn doesn't. He knows about Vegas' questioning kit. It's not all that different from other kits. "What Vegas and Pete do it their business. I'm not going to get into that."

Tay laughs and rolls his eyes. "I didn't mean those preferences! Damn! No one wants to know what weird shit those two are into! I meant like.. like normal stuff people might want in a house!"

His friends are nuts but he loves them.

"When I find a place, we will go into aesthetics once the soundness is good." There's no reason to plan interior decorating before they have a place to stay.

"Normal people prefer a bed, night table, some picture frames, knick knacks."

Tay snickers. "Yes but what do normal, spoiled, rich boys like us want? That's what matters here. Like walk-in closets and a vanity and a place for all of our motorcycles- which you know, we're all going to get eventually!"

If he could get one, why couldn't they?

"We also need space to hide things in case the police here ever search our house."

"The Samurai at the Port Market are directed by the Yokohama," Kinn supplies, his expression softening. "And there will be places to stash things. Why wouldn't there be?"

As much as he wanted all the nice shit they were used to having back home... this place was different. They needed to get the stuff that was nice for this time and place and go on from there. All the while looking like nice, legit business men.

"They are? That's handy to know." Tay gives him a lopsided smile. "And hey I've seen how my father hides things. Let me feel useful and help find places like that when we get the house, okay?"

It's true they didn't need to have somewhere that already had those things, but he is sure he can get a couple secret safes hidden in the walls and maybe even a panic room. After recent events, that could be very handy!

"But we don't need to worry about all that tonight. It's time to relax and let tomorrow deal with those problems."

Kinn concurred, wanting to lift up his drink but people have been dragging it out of his hands. Some one from some where deposited another glass of sochu into his hand and he nods his thanks, moving to lift it up in a toast towards Tay.

"You will be the keeper of the hidden things, then," he announces playfully. Maybe he should have gotten a butter knife instead. To dub Tay 'Sir Keeper of the Hidden Things.' It would give him something to do here, that was for certain.

Tay laughs and clinks his glass against Kinn's.

"You really know how to cheer a boy up!" Taking a sip, he looks at his friend's cup. "I was planning on getting you another drink, but you seem too popular for that. That is unless you want to be a classy two-fisted drinker tonight."

"I should not be more popular than the newlyweds," Kinn cautioned, shaking his head. "No, this drink is enough, thank you."

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