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New Hire Orientation

Majima sits at Club Sunshine's modest bar, tuxedo jacket tossed over the back of his seat, cigarette smoking languidly in an ash tray. The disco ball is already spinning away, lights flickering off the empty booths.

Majima's PINpoint is flat on the bar in front of him, the screen lighting his face from below. He periodically stabs at it with an index finger, trying to dig through the perplexingly modern UI, all while glancing furtively at the doors. He can't have his staff seeing this PINpoint tech and asking difficult questions. The new hire is going to shake things up enough without introducing the concept of ... basically string theory.

Eventually he lands on the text function and types out a message:

yo harley chan whats up :)

you want to stop by the club??

hold on you need coordinates. let me figure out how to send it

There's a long pause between messages before an embedded PINpoint link pops up in the chat for "Club Sunshine, Sotenbori, Japan."

i think that should work? haha i don't know i have only used pagers before this

if youre free now is a good time. nobody in the place

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Harley is beyond excited to get Majima's text message. She claps her hands, a little excited that he figured out how to work the device, and that he is inviting her over to his club.

Be right there! <3 <3

She goes through her closet until she finds the perfect dress to wear. And then after taking some time to fix her hair and her make-up, Harley also uses her garter belt to carry a small knife. Always good to be prepared!

Then she uses the PINpoint link to open a portal. With a bright smile, Harley appears in Club Sunshine. "HiYa!" She waves to Majima.

While awaiting Harley's arrival, Majima had reached over the bar to grab a glass and pour himself a shot of whiskey. He chokes mid-drink when Harley pops into existence only a few feet away. "H-hey Harley-chan," he rasps between coughs.

"Shit, sorry. Still gettin' used to all this sci-fi time-space bullshit," he says as he stands up from his bar stool, clears his throat and thumps his chest. "Welcome to Club Sunshine! Glad you could make it on such short notice. I wanted to have ya in before the rest of the staff. Tryin' to avoid them seein', well, that whole teleportation thing."

Harley's wardrobe also gets a generous once-over. "And damn! Went all-out on dressin' the part, too. Color me impressed."

"Didn't mean to surprise you." Harley grins. She looks around, taking the time to figure out where the emergency exits are located. The whole set-up of the club, while there is no one here.

"We should also figure out my cover story."

She spins at his appraisal. "Like it? It is a dress of my own creation!"

"Just be prepared for the rest of the cast to beg you for one like it. I'm still tryin' to update the wardrobe here. Youda-han ain't exactly an expert on women's fashion."

Majima guides her around to the main floor of the club. The main features are the aforementioned layout of booths facing a small stage. He makes a thoughtful noise before rattling off some ideas: "What about ... a Japanese studies major lookin' to cover tuition? Daughter of a military family, decided to stay in Japan? Embedded CIA operative? My mail-order bride from Russia ...?"

"We could do that! Oh! A little different for each person, so we are not all matchy-matchy. Don't want to be wearing the same thing," Harley winks.

Harley smile at the sight of the stage. The diva in her leads her to get up on the stage for a moment.

"I could play a studies major really good. I could even play up the foreigner part a little, if you wanted. Pretend I don't understand as much as I do. That way... I can learn more! People tend to talk more openly around people they think won't understand them!"

She laughs softly at his last suggestion. "Ya'think you could handle my affections, Mistah Majima?" She bats her eyes at him.

"I don't think I'm ready to tie the knot, now that you mention it," he laughs, clearing his throat and tugging at his collar in mock discomfort. "But yeah, yeah. Good thinkin' leanin' on the foreigner thing. And it's honestly more believable than the truth of you speakin' fluently. If yer dealin' with clients, they might even think it's cute."

Majima leans against one of the tables, pleased at her natural gravitation to the stage. "That's all yours if ya want it. Most nights it's empty and it don't feel right."

"Gosh... I am starting to think I am not your type." Harley giggles. She is glad to hear that her idea to play a foreigner has merit.

She claps in excitement to go up on the stage. She looks around. "Ever think of installing aerial silks?"

"I'm your manager now, so don't go gettin' any ideas," he says, wagging a finger. "No sleepin' your way to the top 'round here."

Majima frowns. "Aerial silks? The hell's that, exactly?"

"Definitely not your type..." Harley laughs again.

She pulls out her PINpoint. And pulls up a aerial silk performance video. And shows it to him. "This!"

Majima takes her PINpoint in hand to get a better look at the video, turning it a couple times as the video aspect reorients itself. Pretty soon, he's got a look on his face that seems to say this changes EVERYTHING.

He hands her device back. "Harley-chan, you tryin' to tell me you can do this?"

"Sure I can! It is easy." Harley grins. "I was trained in gymnastics and acrobatic abilities since childhood, Majima."

"I can be your new star attraction!"

"Pfft. Easy, she says," he rolls his eye, but he's still smiling. "Lemme know what all ya need and we'll get you set up. Or snag it yerself and I'll reimburse ya."

Majima pushes away from the table heads back toward the bar. He motions for her to follow. "Dressin' room's over this way."

He claps a hand on the bar as he walks past it. "Where're my manners. Want anything to drink? Boozey or otherwise?"

"Oh! If I can bring my own supplies, then we are set. I just bought a whole set of aerial silks and acrobatic gear for my new apartment."

Harley follows him, but then stops when he offers a drink. "Sure! What do you got! I wanna try something new!"

"Still, I'll reimburse ya," he says firmly as steps around behind the bar.

"I can tell ya one thing: ain't even gonna bother wasting the good stuff on that sweet tooth of yours." Majima drums his fingers thoughtfully before grabbing an assortment of bottles. He looks like he mostly knows what he's doing as he measures out ingredients into a shaker. The resulting mixture is strained into a cocktail glass, a cherry added with a flourish before he slides it her way.

"I think this one's called a Bronx. Or it could be a Bijou. I ain't a great bartender."

There's a set of keys jingling at the entrance and a young-ish looking gentleman shoulders his way through the door, plastic-covered dry cleaning slung over his back, a grocery bag in one hand, and a greasy take-out bag ("Smile Burger") hanging from his mouth. He let's out a startled mmmmm! when he realizes he's not alone. The bag falls out of his mouth and lands unceremoniously on the entry carpet.

"M-majima-san! If I'd known you'd have the new girl in so early, I'd have come sooner!" He shoves his keys in his pocket and heaps both laundry, groceries, and burger on the nearest table, so he can rush up and give a proper -- if slightly frazzled -- bow. "You must be Harley-san. I'm Youda. Pleased to meet you! Majima-san's told me you're very talented. We're so excited to have you on board!"

Majima holds out a palm and gives Harley a sideways look. "Whoa, whoa. Youda-chan. Slow it down. She's still gettin' the hang of Japanese, ya dolt."

Harley slides onto a bar stool, and takes a taste of his creation. She is about to comment on the drink, when the new arrival catches her attention.

She listens to the conversation. And gives an apologetic smile to Youda, catching on quickly to Majima's silent cues.

"Good day sir." Harley lets her lost Bambi look play the odds here. "Did you say your name is Youda?"

Youda makes a few more stiff bows by way of apology. He makes a point to carefully pick his words and enunciate more clearly. "Sorry! Yes, Youda. I own Club Sunshine, but Majima-san helped me rebuild the business when it was failing. There is a reason they call him Lord of the Night!"

Majima looks up at the ceiling in visible disgust. "Tch ... Don't fuckin' call me that. Makes me sound like some kinda vampire."

Youda ignores him and soldiers on. "If there is anything you need, Harley-san, let me know."

"So you are the owner. Does that mean I should be trying to impress you?" Harley smiles softly.

When Youda refers to Majima as 'Lord of the Night', it sort of reminds Harley of one of many nicknames for Batman. And thinking of Batman as some sort of vampire makes her giggle softly.

Youda laughs nervously and scratches the back of his head, clearly intimidated.

"Majima-san has a much better eye for talent. I just handle the boring stuff, haha."

"Don't sell yourself short," Majima says. He claps a hand on the other man's shoulder as he steps past him. "Gonna finish giving Harley-chan the rest of the tour. You should dig into that Smile Burger before it gets cold."

He opens the "STAFF ONLY" door a few paces away from the bar and gestures to Harley. After you!

It is almost too easy to intimate these two by simple flirting. Harley is starting to wonder if she will find a challenge or not.

She tosses back the rest of her drink, before smiling at Majima. "Oh good!" She heads through the 'Staff Only' door, looking around to discover what will await her in the hidden depths of the nightclub.

These particular depths are not all that thrilling: beyond the door is a well-lit dressing room, complete with a row of vanities, a wall of lockers, and racks of gowns. It's currently empty, but still cluttered with evidence of the women who make use of it every night -- posted notes, doodles, children's drawings, make-up, photos, etc.

Majima makes sure the door is closed behind him, and then sweeps an arm out to encompass the surroundings. "And the dressing room, obviously. A locker if ya want it. Keep in mind we'll comp ya for makeup and shit, too. Even the expensive crap with snail cream or whatever."

The dim light of the club hit it before, but the brighter light in this room reveals something amiss on his face: in spite of a valiant makeup attempt, there's clearly a discolored spot on his jaw and cheek.

Harley surveys the different vanities, picking up a little information about her new co-workers by seeing what they have at their station.

She turns to tell Majima something, when she immediately notices the discolored spot on his jaw and cheek. She walks over to him and gently places her hand on his jaw. "What happened? Who hit you?"

Majima firmly pulls her hand away. "First off, let's be clear: this ain't a reflection on my ability to defend myself. This was me bein' careless."

He squeezes her hand for emphasis. "Second, I told ya Sotenbori is a cutthroat place. I offered ya the job 'cause I get the feelin' ya can handle yourself, and I need people who can do that. Especially now...

"That said, if ya wanna change your mind, now's the time."

Harley glanced down at their hands, when he squeezed her hand. Then raised an eyebrow. "I can handle myself quite fine. Excuse me for being concerned for someone I happen to like..."

"I ain't changing my mind about anything."

"My quick escape display was only the tip of the iceberg of what I can do, Majima."

"I mean, thanks for the concern an' all, but don't worry about me. I want ya keepin' an eye out for the other staff." He releases her hand.

"I end up spread thin between this place and the Grand. As much as I'm supposedly some fuckin' Lord of the Night, two clubs is enough." Majima wanders over to a vanity and grouches over the state of his makeup.

"You'll have to show me more of your technique sometime. Fightin', that is."

"You gotta remember I am a member of an Elite Team Force, secretly organized by the government. I got all sorts of tricks. They don't just have me there because of my quick wit and good looks."

Harley leaned by the vanity, watching him.

"Unless you wanna get hurt again, I ain't fighting you to show my techniques."

Edited 2018-01-10 20:56 (UTC)

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