Nightclub, Tokyo, Monday Evening

[withoutverona]

Yurika was working tonight, again, and Romeo had gone out on the general theory he could only read so much about global finances before studying became counterproductive.

A few drinks later, he ended up in a hostess club, making animated conversation with the pretty Ukranian girl who kept trying to convince him to order more expensive drinks. (She succeeded more often than not, Romeo and willpower not having much more than a nodding acquaintance.) Somehow, they started talking about high school.

She discreetly found a way to cut him off when he started telling zombie invasion stories. It seemed like some things were too strange even for paid companionship.

Romeo scowled at his beer. Some nights he really missed Fandom; it would be a relief to be back there at the end of the week.

[OOC: Open to anybody who wants to bother a mildly inebriated Shakesperean. He has his phone and everything.]

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[bitchprince]

"Not that bad," Arthur allowed, "But everyone else's were utter brats..."

Pride: not something the Pendragon Dynasty had any shortage of, unlike feelings.

[withoutverona]

"Mine weren't," Romeo argued. "Not that they were there this year, but they weren't."

Spoiled, and given to rattling on in Japanese faster than Romeo could follow, but not brats.

[bitchprince]

"I'm sure they were well-behaved," Arthur said, in that indulgent sort of manner that suggested he didn't buy that at all.

[withoutverona]

"Absolutely so, just as yours were," Romeo said, in the same kind of tone. "... and if they weren't it wasn't our fault, it was some other corrupting influence."

[bitchprince]

"The other parent," Arthur said, decisively.

What? With his own, it wasn't a big stretch.

[withoutverona]

"Well, I wasn't the one who taught them to speak Japanese..." Romeo offered in agreement.

The spoiled thing was down to both of them.