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Who: Ash and Ryo and a few NPCs including various bar folk, a transvestite, and Ash's host sister
What: Meeting under unsavory circumstances
Where: A gaijin magnet bar in Shinjuku ni-chome
When: Friday night, November 2nd
In retrospective, Ash should have figured out what kind of scene Shinjuku Ni-chome was when he noticed there were too many guys around. But while he was a fairly visual person, he never thought that much about what anything meant, just what it looked like; and as soon as he'd started to wonder, Meg-neechan had shoved her sake cup into his hand, declaring it a sign of friendship, and he'd been reduced to wondering where the hell she'd gotten her fake ID instead.
God, he was drunk. After the sake there had been the Asahi Super Dry and the Orion Southern Star and the...the...the kanji on the bottles were starting to blur together. He'd decided a while ago that getting drunk was probably the best way to cope with guys hitting on him and his host sister thinking he was gay, and this stuff was stronger than the Carlton Draught he leaned towards at home. (This logic would make a lot less sense once he sobered up, but damn it had been a while since he'd had a drink.) He couldn't exactly leave, either - he didn't know how to get home on the train and didn't have enough money for a cab, and if he got picked up by the police, he could be deported! What a stupid way to finish the exchange.
Tsubasa, damn him, was asleep at this time of night, and he was never very good at the 'pretending to txt to avoid eye contact' thing. So that kind of left his digivice as a potential plaything. Maybe he could pretend it was a Tamagotchi?
( Ash is stupid on foreign public transport. )
What: Meeting under unsavory circumstances
Where: A gaijin magnet bar in Shinjuku ni-chome
When: Friday night, November 2nd
In retrospective, Ash should have figured out what kind of scene Shinjuku Ni-chome was when he noticed there were too many guys around. But while he was a fairly visual person, he never thought that much about what anything meant, just what it looked like; and as soon as he'd started to wonder, Meg-neechan had shoved her sake cup into his hand, declaring it a sign of friendship, and he'd been reduced to wondering where the hell she'd gotten her fake ID instead.
God, he was drunk. After the sake there had been the Asahi Super Dry and the Orion Southern Star and the...the...the kanji on the bottles were starting to blur together. He'd decided a while ago that getting drunk was probably the best way to cope with guys hitting on him and his host sister thinking he was gay, and this stuff was stronger than the Carlton Draught he leaned towards at home. (This logic would make a lot less sense once he sobered up, but damn it had been a while since he'd had a drink.) He couldn't exactly leave, either - he didn't know how to get home on the train and didn't have enough money for a cab, and if he got picked up by the police, he could be deported! What a stupid way to finish the exchange.
Tsubasa, damn him, was asleep at this time of night, and he was never very good at the 'pretending to txt to avoid eye contact' thing. So that kind of left his digivice as a potential plaything. Maybe he could pretend it was a Tamagotchi?
( Ash is stupid on foreign public transport. )
