J escorts his new drinking partner to the nearby bar. Inside it sports a sleek and simple interior. There's the perfect amount of light for strangers meeting up. Not enough to see each other's faces clearly if you've got much alcohol in your system.

J turns around to glance around at the man. "What'll you have? Or will I surprise you?"

As soon as they've pinned, J goes searching for appropriate telephone numbers. Somehow, he never thought to have the pizza guy on speed dial. He also lights up a cigarette while he's searching. You made him that stressed, Ryan, with your shoelessness.

"Ryan, get the phone."

It's a large apartment. Very large. Maybe not quite as big as the great sprawling ones celebrities on tv might have, but J would say otherwise. He shakes a hand over the couches with the wide, delicate looking television. "I'm sure you'll get to know that ( Read more... )

The bar isn't exactly full of people, there's a nice enough buzz of light hearted banter in the background though. And once J's led Ichi through the tables and smoke outside to a warmer part of the building, he stops at a table. "You sit down and I'll investigate this 'sake', alright?"

J decides to be a tad accommodating about his choice of bar tonight. Warm lighting (quite literally), plenty of open flames flickering dangerously against deep coloured walls. The bar takes centre stage and brings a little steel, but also good looking barmen, into the mix ( Read more... )

J's brought her to a dark, spacious bar, lit up by multicoloured lights strategically placed around. The actual bar holds the attention of the center of the room, but he  picks an alcove to the side of the room, but near enough to the dance floor. He lets her settle back into the cushions first.

"Anything in particular you'd like to drink?"

J PINpoints them into a spacious bar. One with warm colours, browns and golds throughout the place. Mounted screens placed around showed patterns that swiveled and changed according to the beat coming from strategically placed speakers. It's fairly easy to walk between the half filled, circular tables to the stage where someone finished up on a ( Read more... )

(  Because everyone secretly wants the fine details of my sex life )

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One of these days I'm going to get a fanclub. I'm just that likable, I am.

But I'm not going to get an answering machine. All you lucky people don't have women having breakdowns or rough guys threatening you via telephone message. So no answering machine. You'll just have to speak to me as opposed to a recording. Aren't you all lucky?