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"Majima-san! Thank god you're back." Youda looks up from polishing glasses at the bar when his business partner waltzes in the door.

"Yeah? Been a tough crowd the past couple'a days, Youda-chan?"

"That's one way to put it. A guest came through the night before last, uh ..." Youda leans in close, even with the club empty as it is, he reduces his voice to a low whisper, "I think he was yakuza."

Majima gives a barking laugh, hiding his own sudden discomfort. "That so?"

Youda frowns at having his concern dismissed, pressing the issue with further details: "Yeah. He had one of those lapel pins. Said he was looking to meet you, Majima-san."

"Wasn't an older guy, was he? Gray hair?"

"No. Maybe middle-aged? Wore an ugly magenta suit. Didn't give a name. Strange guy. Ai worked with him. She said he really creeped her out." Youda picks up another glass and twists a towel around it distractedly.

Majima drums his fingers on the bar for a moment, then abruptly slaps his palm against the wood before walking to the other end of the club. "I'll keep an eye out for 'im. Don't worry yourself about it, Youda-chan."

He pulls off his jacket and drapes it over the back of a booth. "Oi, by the way, Harley-chan's droppin' by in a bit. Gettin' her special silk stuff installed today."

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Speaking of Harley, she is arriving to the club with a ladder, a tool belt, and a tool box. She is also wearing a very tight jean jumpsuit today.

"Hi Youda-san. Goro-san!" She waves at both of them.

Harley sets up the ladder by the stage. And sets out her toolbox.

Youda looks up at Harley's arrival ... and immediately locks his eyes back on his work. He stammers out a greeting. "W-welcome back, Harley-san!"

Majima walks over to greet her, the corner of his mouth twitching up into a lopsided smile. His eye completes a rather leisurely journey over her choice of attire. "Yer really makin' me feel over-dressed here, Harley-chan."

He reaches for the ladder and tool box, ferrying them over to the stage. "This everything? If we come up short, I can send Youda-chan out for any extra hardware."

She smiles at his approach. "You could easily fix that, Goro-san."

"It should be. I have a stud finder, a rig point, A-frames, eyebolts, and some weights to test the strength of the silks to make sure they are secure."

"Are you going to be my handy helper," She puts a little extra flirting into those last two words, smiling at him.

Majima sets the ladder in place at the center of the stage, locking the hinges. "Sorry, my daisy dukes are at the cleaners today, or I'd change."

He rolls his shirtsleeves up to his elbows.

"I'll make up for it by bein' yer helper, but be careful -- that stud finder's gonna be goin' off non-stop 'round me." As soon as the words escape his mouth, he groans at his own awful joke. "Sorry. That was real bad."

"Nah..." Harley places the tool box by his feet, so he can pass up the items to her. And then intentionally slides close to him, as she moves to get up the ladder. "I happen to agree. Stud."

And up the ladder she goes. So he will have to stare up at her, in those tight jean shorts, since he agreed to help her.

"Let's start with that stud finder shall we. Put it to work first."

Majima pulls himself away from admiring the view long enough to retrieve the requested stud finder. He holds the ladder steady while she works.

"Ya sure ya don't want me up there riskin' life and limb?" This is mostly a bid to preserve his masculinity. He hasn't lifted many tools in his life, and those that he did were only used as blunt weapons.

Harley takes the stud finder with a smile. And she knows exactly what he is trying to do.

"Honey, if you were up here... you would not know what to do. How to attach the rig point. Or secure the A frames. And I would just end up directing you from the ground."

"Trust me... that would be worse for you." Because the last thing she wants is people thinking that she gets to 'boss' him around.

"Plus.... if I fall, I am going to need someone big and strong to catch me." There, does that help his masculinity?

"Fine, fine. You win. I'll just stand here and look pretty." He runs a hand through his hair and gives his ponytail a flip to illustrate.

"And natch, catch you if you fall. We wanna avoid payin' out worker's comp."

After a moment, he prompts her impatiently: "Any studs hidin' up there? Whaddaya need next?"

"Is that the only reason you would catch me, Goro?" Harley teases him.

"Yes. Two good strong ones. I will need two A frames. And then two rig points."

Harley hums as she works. "And then the drill."

With his help, it won't take her long to set up a rig point on the left side of the stage. And delicately, Harley comes down the ladder. "Now, my big strong man..." She runs his hand up his chest. "Let's get set up on the other side."

Majima dutifully hands her each of the requested items. "You know me, always thinkin' about ... ahem ... bottom lines."

He can totally understand how she gets guests eating out of her hand. He laughs. "That's the first time I've heard that. Always been somethin' of a beanpole."

He carries the ladder and toolbox over to the other side of the stage, now familiar enough with the process to help speed things along. Each tool will be ready at hand when she needs it.

Youda finally feels like enough of an awkward third wheel to excuse himself. "Going to go stock up on a few things and pick up dry cleaning, Majima-san! I'll be back later!"

"Good thing I like beans." Harley grinned, flashing all her teeth at him.

Now that he has the tools ready before she asks for them, the right side of the stage is easier to complete.

"Time for the weights. You can remove the ladder." The four weights, one for each silk (two on each side) are heavy, but Harley has no problems lifting them. Or securing them at the end of each aerial silk, to make sure that the attachment will carry the weight.

It does. She claps her hands.

And then laughs when Youda leaves. "Guess that means you get a private show of your very own, Goro."

"Prolly for the best." Majima helps clear away the ladder and tools. "Gotta make sure this routine ain't too much for Sotenbori to handle."

He steps over to his jacket to retrieve a cigarette and light up before he perches on the edge of the stage.

"Judgin' by that video ya showed me, might be too much for me," he laughs.

As Majima clears away the ladder and the tools, Harley detaches the weights from the silks, and places them in a safe place.

"I trust your judgement Goro." She smiles.

Keeping in mind that there is a time difference between her world and his, Harley had prepared a very classic routine. It will showcase her flexibility and her agility. But at the same time, still features her sexuality. All in all, it is a very entertaining performance to watch.

Majima is taken enough by the performance that his cigarette slowly burns down to the filter, largely un-smoked. When she's done, he blinks and dusts the ash from where it dropped on his lap.

He gives her a round of enthusiastic applause. "Damn, that was somethin' else. I mean ... wow. Yer really uh, flexible."

Flexible? Real smooth.

"You get the green light. The Sunshine stamp of approval."

Harley smiles. She is glad that he feels that her performance was viewed as appropriate enough for the Sunshine club.

She twirls down from the aerial silk, and lands herself in a seated position right beside him. "Good."

Harley leans her head against his shoulder. "I feel so free, when I am up there. Like I could achieve anything."

"I'm all for you doin' anything that makes ya happy, Harley. 'specially after everything." Majima gingerly tries to allude to ... Joker? What happened with Ivy? Both? "I wanna make an island of good here in this sea of utter bullshit."

He sighs and accepts Harley's weight on his shoulder. "Even if I ain't 'livin'' like we were talkin' about, at least other folks have a place to do their livin'."

"You are doing an excellent job of making an island of good." Harley wraps her arm around his waist.

She is quiet for a moment when he speaks about them not living like the way they were talking about.

"We could live a little, Goro."

"Eh ... Wait long enough and every little island gets hit with a typhoon. Guess ya gotta enjoy the good times while they last."

"Mmm?" Majima cocks his head to look at her. "What're you proposin'? You wanna go lay into some more goons?"

"I plan to enjoy all the good I have in my life. To the fullest. Because..." Harley gives his waist a slight squeeze. "I have a lot of good."

"Are there others causing us trouble, Goro?" She runs her free hand through his hair. A little amused that is where his mind went.

The implication of her words isn't lost on Majima, and he's mildly annoyed that this is chipping away at his cool. He feels the warmth spread across his face and he shifts his position.

"Nah. Nothin' to worry about," he lies through a reassuring smile. "Just the usual street thugs stirrin' up trouble."

Harley frowns. Just the slightest. "You wouldn't be lying to me, would you?"

Because that just might break her heart a little.

"If I can't...." She stops herself from ending that sentence.

And quickly focuses herself again. "I am here to help. How can I help, if I don't know what is going on?"

Majima looks away when she calls out his lie. "I ain't lyin'. I just ain't got the full story yet. Could be he's just another low-rank shitstain yakuza tryin' to nip at my heels. Nothin' we can do 'bout it right now."

"Okay." She will accept that.

She nudges him just a little, so he looks in her direction again. "So what can we do right now?"

Majima returns her look, then his eye wanders back to the silks. "Ya wanna indulge a silly request?"

He leans in conspiratorially. "I kinda wanna try my hand at doin' that. I mean, it can't be that hard, right?"

Harley felt her heart jump a little when he leaned in. She did laugh softly at his request. Not because she felt it was silly. No, she felt that he was making a rather brave request.

"Let's find out..." She stands and offers her hand to his.

"I will stay close on the secondary silk. Start by climbing up."