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Waves Of Nostalgia. ⇆ㅤ ||◁ㅤ❚❚ㅤ▷||ㅤ ↻
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The Red Light District in Shinjuku is one of (Y/N)'s favorite place, not to gamble, not to seal another dealership and specially not to find a man. Aviation cocktail in hand as she sways her way to the next club, her friends behind her with a face of disappointment as clear as day.
"remind me again why am i walking inside a club with my luggage in tow?" a new character who's hair is as white as the snow, steaks of pink and purple highlighting the ends and roots of his feathery metallic hair. Keanus is his name. he just came back from his vacation with a complete beach outfit and here he is . . . following his Boss to go find a slut.
(Y/N) ignores his question to continue her way inside the bar she had newly discovered. with a single look from above her sunglasses that didn't match the time of the day, the bouncer was quick to cut the line and allow the woman to enter the place without further question.
"Bro. you did not fetch me at the airport. you didn't even let me eat to drag me in a club and now you're ignoring me?" Keanus complains, pushing the bouncer whom blocked his way. "Give me a break!"
"you just came back from your five month vacation on my resthouse in Maldives. now stop barking -give me a bottle of Tequila and five shot glass -besides, it's not my fault you're dressed up like that. where are you going? the fucking beach in the peak of the night?"
