[ This, actually, seemed to throw the drunk dude for a loop. Maybe it was the yelling part. Maybe it was the American part. Maybe it was the part where Tim had bull horns and had shoulders like a goddamn linebacker.
"The fuck? Whas... who?"
That was all the man managed to get out as the other yakuza descended on him and his pals. ]
Alright, ya know what? Yeah, let's get outta here.
[ Because while Majima was sure that the illusionary Tojo could handle their own turf, there was no point getting caught up in a fake street fight where he couldn't even hit anyone, probably. Instead, he tugged Tim in the direction of a glitzy building front, decorated with a fucking gold painted elephant statue and the words MAHARAJA plastered up in bold. A bass line could be heard from all the way across the street, and red-carpeted stairs led up to the entrance.
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Date: 2020-01-10 05:19 am (UTC)"The fuck? Whas... who?"
That was all the man managed to get out as the other yakuza descended on him and his pals. ]
Alright, ya know what? Yeah, let's get outta here.
[ Because while Majima was sure that the illusionary Tojo could handle their own turf, there was no point getting caught up in a fake street fight where he couldn't even hit anyone, probably. Instead, he tugged Tim in the direction of a glitzy building front, decorated with a fucking gold painted elephant statue and the words MAHARAJA plastered up in bold. A bass line could be heard from all the way across the street, and red-carpeted stairs led up to the entrance.
THE EIGHTIES. ]