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

[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

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"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."