audio | un: mad-dog

[hannya]

[After taking two weeks to familiarize himself with the city, Majima doesn't feel all that much less out of his depth than he did when he got there. He's memorized some of the streets and alleys, learned some local lingo, and most importantly, started to scout out some of the clubs in the entertainment district. If he doesn't get a job to occupy himself soon, he's going to go nuts.

He's got some ideas of where to look, but some of the clubs seem a bit more... permissive than he's used to. Majima doesn't quite get the network stuff yet, but it seems like a good place to poll for info.]

So has anyone out there found some decent places to go drinkin' yet? 'Cause if they need bouncers, seems like a good enough way to pay rent eventually.

[His ambitions are slightly higher than that, but always a good way to get a foot in the door if you know how to kick people out of it.]

And I wouldn't mind knowin' what's the closest thing this planet's got to whiskey, either.

Comments

[beatupgrass]

Those're the semantics of a dude who really wants a job where he can ruin other people's fun.

[hannya]

Ruinin' a dickhead's fun ain't necessarily a bad thing.

[More like beating the shit out of people is his most marketable skill.]

[beatupgrass]

But are you discerning about who the real dickheads are. That could be a very subjective concept.

[hannya]

I tend to go with whoever's harassin' the waitresses. Maybe that's just me.

[Sarcasm is a lot heavier now, because is this really something that calls for semantics? Really?]

[beatupgrass]

I can accept that. I don't got any reason to do that.

[Look he is just checking.]

[hannya]

Then you don't gotta worry about me kickin' you out of any bars any time soon.

[He doesn't believe that at all, but he sounds convincing enough.]

[beatupgrass]

This was a good talk. I feel very comfortable about my future bar experiences.

[Rocket is an Insufferable Dick, take #400.]