April 16th

[coquettishflame]

‘Tell Mick at the entrance you’re here to see Ryo-chan, and he’ll let you in.
I’ll be on the second level. ♥’

- Hiraga

That was the note Ryoko Hiraga of the Okachi City Police Department had left with Gregory yesterday. She’d met up with him briefly to arrange a more ‘formal’ meeting. The police would be in contact with him eventually… They’d said that at the scene of the crime on the 13th of April. It was now the 15th, and they’d been true to their word. The detective had asked Greg to meet her at ‘The White Lotus’, a club in the heart of Okachi known for it’s less than stellar reputation. While it looked rather classy, the patrons generally didn’t match the décor and it was the epicenter of some highly unpleasant things.

The club consisted of two levels. The main floor had a massive bar, and an even larger dance floor (a small stage for a DJ or live band was slightly north of that). This was where most people hung out, either on the floor or seated at small tables scattered through out the club. Then there was a flight of stairs leading up to the more lounge-y second floor. Private booths lined the walls, and there were several private rooms as well. The music wasn’t quite as loud up here, but the hum of it was decidedly still audible.

Ryoko was on the second level, tucked away in her own little booth. Her messy red hair was tied back into a short pony tail, and her work clothes were a tid bit ruffled. Rather than wearing the suit jacket that went with her dress pants, she chose a dark, dark blue leather jacket (it didn’t exactly match her tie and white button up, but hey).

“Mirror, mirror, huh…?” The detective remarked to herself quietly, inhaling deeply on her cigarette in thought. One hand lifted to adjust her glasses as she exhaled a puff of smoke. “What’s this city comin’ to?” Her ‘date’ would be there any second!

Comments

[americandiplomacy]

"Oh, well..." Greg actually had some trouble explaining this one when the lady at the scene had asked him the same. Changing his story would obviously be a terrible idea, so he just said the same thing he had then... Even if it was a flimsy excuse and a little weird. "I almost fainted. I was really surprised, so... I've never seen a dead body before." Telling them that he had climbed up onto the sink for apparently no reason would've sounded worse than that, he figured. The boy cocked an eyebrow at her request for a drink, though it dropped back down with the other man's denial. Eeek... Now there was some tension. "Uhmmm..."

[coquettishflame]

During Greg’s little explanation Testament had to leave – it appeared he was being called away… A more important case, perhaps? That left the rookie Ryoko to work on this one until she heard otherwise! That also meant Ryoko was alone with Gregory right now, scrambling to finish her notes on what he’d said. “Right. I’m gonna order that drink now, y’mind? Want one- No, wait, you’re.. heh. Ahh, forget I said that, huh?” The woman ordered herself a whiskey on the rocks, and then lit another cigarette.

“Didjya take any photos or anythin’? We can’t have you uploadin’ shit to the internet, and I know kids these days…”

[americandiplomacy]

Greg might've been worse than her partner, honestly, if only because despite a slight nervous look to him he remained line-faced and not very reactive to her sort-of joking. "Uh..." He switched back to Japanese, now that Testament was gone, feeling it might be rude if he didn't. "No, I don't mind. And... I will." He scratched at his cheek, still not sure what to think of this woman, and ordered himself a cherry soda while she was getting her alcohol.

"People.. Take pictures?" He wasn't an incredibly convincing liar, but the boy was hoping his face would help with that. "I, uh... Wasn't thinking about anything like that at the time, that'd be crazy."