The Phantasm Club [Tokyo, Sunday Evening]

[dojima_hime]

The club was already packed, the young and beautiful population of Tokyo out to drink and dance the night away.

It had been chosen as a meeting place due to its central location, but it wasn't hard to see why it was one of Dōjima's favorite hangouts.

[OOC: For the three chillin' in Tokyo, OCD in-progress. NFB due to distance. And I'm done spamming your flists! WOO!]

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Re: The Bar

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"So it used to look like this?" Yurika asked, claiming another drink and waving it around slightly. "I thought all the concrete and pollution felt familiar."

"I have to warn you, though. No matter what our movies might claim, Tokyo does not have dragons."

Re: The Bar

[raspberryturk]

"Well, then there's one thing Tokyo and Midgar don't got in common," Reno mused, shaking his head. "No dragons? This place ain't never gonna feel homey, yo. And you got, like, trees, too. The hell."

The 'please fill my glass' mime wasn't working, so Reno gave up, finally just waving his arms about, gritting his teeth, and pointing into his empty glass. "Drink! Sake! El drinku in la glasso?"

Reno was lucky that Al Bhed was easy, anyhow.

Re: The Bar

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Dōjima rolled her eyes and ordered the bartender to keep the drinks coming in rapid Japanese.

"I need more," she said apologetically, "and at the rate you order, it could take us years to get our drinks."

Re: The Bar

[raspberryturk]

Reno scratched his head, and then shrugged his shoulders, and then smirked. "Tell you what, Doji, I'll just let you do all the orderin' in here on in. I freakin' suck at speakin' Wutai."

Re: The Bar

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"Poor boy. You realize this means I'm ordering you quality booze, and not your favorite gut-rut crap, right?" Dōjima handed him another shot and grinned wickedly. "My treat, for a job well done. Then we'll go ride the trains drunk or something, to give you the grand tour of Tokyo."