...well, THAT sure was a paralyzing gaze. Was that guy the- bouncer, or something? Man, he did NOT need to get the police-if-police-existed-here called on him, but loitering would be twice as suspicious.

Sigh.

Souji finally pushed his way in to the club, wrinkling his nose at the overwhelming smell of Eau du Cabaret, trying to not seem like such a goddamn teenager and show his distaste. Thanfully, his pokerface held once the scent's harshness toned down, and he approached the brunette casually, like this was no big deal. Okay, step one completed. Now for step two.

"...excuse me."