Shane sniffed as he woke up almost at 3 PM. “Oh what a strange dream,” he groaned. He came out and got himself breakfast. He yawned, sitting on the sofa lazily. He looked to where Tsuki had been sitting, “Heh… Must’ve been a dream.”
He took a sip of coffee as he tried to wake up.
Later in the day, at about 6 PM, it was time for Shane to go to work. He took a shower, combed and blow-dried his black hair, covering it in hairspray to hold it into style. Satisfied with his hair, Shane pulled on a white button up and then a nice black dress top. He buttoned it, making his waist appear smaller. After he tied a black ribbon around his neck into a bow, he got into black slacks and pulled on some nice dress shoes.
“Very nice~” Shane nodded at himself in the fully body mirror in the bathroom.
After eating a quick meal of toast and sushi, Shane left back down the elevator and down the road. He let himself into the host club.
“Hey, guys,” he waved.
“Hi, Shane,” the woman at the counter smiled. She was dressed in a pastel blue summer dress, even though it was fall.
“That’s a nice dress, Ciel,” he smiled at her.
She giggled, “Don’t flatter me, Shane! Go set up your booth!”
“Yes, yes.” Shane wandered through the room.
It was like how any host club should be. A number of circular tables with chairs and fine sofas around them. However, unlike most places, it was very well lit here. It was as bright as any store or business building would be.
“Hi,” Shane waved to the other handsome hosts as they came in.
Several more guys, dressed in what they thought was handsome, and it was, and several women dressed in fine cocktail dresses or fancy kimonos.
Almost an hour later, the club opened for business. People would come in off the street and ask for a host to spend time with, or they’d meet with an appointment. There were always regulars that came in.
Shane had a break for an hour, sitting in the back of his little table taking a drink of grape juice. He looked up, hearing a familiar voice.
“Why take me here when I have you?” the punk asked.
Shane snickered to himself, spotting the redhead with a new business man. The business man wrapped his arms around the punk’s tiny waist, “To make sure no one here can tempt you from me. After all, we could just spend another night making a mess of each other.”
The punk laughed, walking with the business man to a table across the room from Shane. The woman host there smiled, talking with them very politely, her red cocktail dress matching the punk’s hair.
“Hnm… Rogo… Yeah,” Shane nodded to himself, sure that was the punk’s name. He looked down for a minute to take another sip, then up as he heard a smack. Quickly, Shane stood up and rushed to the other side of the room where the punk was. “You aren’t allowed to hit anyone here!”
“I can do whatever I want to him!” the punk snapped back angrily. “I told him to not follow me!”
Shane looked to the same young man from the night before, helping him up. “Still, that’s no reason to hit him. Ever occur to you that maybe he’s worried about you?”
“Heh,” the punk crossed his legs, leaning onto the business man. “He can’t feel squat.”
“What’s that?” Shane asked, insulted.
“Rogo, you shouldn’t hit him just because he followed you,” the business man said to the punk.
Rogo, the punk, pulled the man by his tie close to him. “He shouldn’t be interfering with what I want.”
“But I’m worried about your safety!” Tsuki said, shifting back to a stand.
“Fuck off!” Rogo shouted to him.
“You have to learn some manners,” Shane shouted at him. “Where do you get the right to tell him what to do?”
“He’s a stupid Dream Machine my parents got to keep tabs on me,” Rogo replied, an annoyed glare aimed at Shane.
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