Our Dancer

[madimpossibledreamer]

This is another drabble I don't remember writing, and I think I was going somewhere specific with it but I don't remember and it works as is.  Day x of making Sunshine Gals concerned about their manager.

Main Points:
Yakuza, sort of follow-up to Our Demon
Summary: Majima is not as subtle as he thinks he is.
Word Count: 140
Rating: Teen

          “Come on, Chika-chan, you can relax,” Yuki argues, gesturing at the dance floor.  “Even Majima-san isn’t working.”
          The frown, unfortunately, just deepens as she looks at their manager, who would be making a fool of himself if he didn’t actually look like he knows what he’s doing.
          “I’m…not sure I can,” Chika responds.  “He looks like he’s pushing himself too hard, and you’re not supposed to dance for a bunch of songs in a row.  He hasn’t stopped since we got here.”
          That was a bit of an exaggeration, but not much of one.  He had one glass too many of the draft beer and then started with the dancing.
          “…So he likes to dance,” Erranda states dismissively.
          “It looks like he’s trying to forget something,” Chika continues to disagree, and with her history it lends her words added weight.