Your Junes

[madimpossibledreamer]

Rise’s not going under a cabaret name because she’s a former model. It was her idea; Yosuke was going to give her a ‘stage name’ for more privacy anyway, to which she laughed and pointed out she already had one—Risette—so going by her actual name in a dinky cabaret club is actually more under the radar than he’d think. Yosuke was distracted from arguing about names further by the descriptor ‘dinky’ and went off about that, just as Rise wanted.

Main Points:
Persona 4/Yakuza
Chapter Summary: Yosuke is a cabaret club owner in Kamurocho.  Canon Yakuza still exists.
Word Count: 550
Rating: Teen

        Well, it’s dead today, Yosuke thinks gloomily, head in his hand staring out the window.  Either Ted’s slacking off again, or Shine’s doing better than us again.
        The door opens, and Yosuke sits up straighter, greeting dying on his lips as it takes his brain a second to catch up.  Anyone in Kamurocho knows that jacket, the snakeskin that warns like a rattlesnake’s rattle, ‘yer about to get bit’.  At least I’ve never heard of him killing a civilian, the manager muses.  It’s a cold comfort.  And honestly, I should know better than to run my mouth, even if it’s not out loud.
        “Good evening.  Do you have a reservation?”  Damn it; he’s trying so very hard not to let his voice shake, and he’s still failing.
        The Mad Dog smiles—it’s probably friendly, but that doesn’t make it any less intimidating.  “Nah.  Bring out yer best girl; I wanna see what yer made of.”
        “N-no.”  The smile disappears into a glare that strikes fear into Yosuke’s heart, but he doesn’t move.  At this point, he might be more paralyzed than brave, but he’ll take it.
        “Yer sayin’ no to a payin’ customer?” Majima-san’s voice has dropped a few octaves to a low growl, and Hanamura can absolutely understand where the whole ‘Mad Dog’ moniker came from.
        “I-it’s just that.”  He swallows, eyeing the knife that came out from who knows where.  “I don’t think you’re the type of customer to like Rise-chan, sir.”  The hint of confusion and the changed grip on the knife give him the boldness to get back into customer service mode.  “Our top girl is a former idol, but you don’t seem like her usual type of customer.  Going from your jacket, I feel like you would take more to a quirky girl.  As manager, I’d recommend Yuki-chan, our number two, instead.”  Now that he’s paying more attention, he notices Majima-san flinch ever so slightly when he mentions the word ‘idol’, and even stronger at the name Yuki-chan, but there’s a thoughtful look in the man’s remaining eye.
        “Awright, bring out Yuki-chan, then.  I’ll still pay the top fee.”  There’s an…almost friendly tone in the man’s voice now, but he’s volatile enough Yosuke doesn’t really want to run the risk of him changing his mind and getting mad about it.
        “I, um.  That won’t be necessary,” he insists, and Majima-san…
        Laughs.
        At least he’s not cowering even if he’s fairly certain he’s about to die now.  He’ll die brave.
        “Wanna hear somethin’ goddamn pathetic?  Ya know how many managers these days can’t even manage the kinda service yer offerin’ right now, and I ain’t even sat down yet?”  Majima-san really did lower his voice, as if this is all one big secret.  The exaggerated slow blink, Yosuke realizes, almost in hysteria, is probably supposed to be a wink.  “’Sides, you ain’t even pissed yer pants yet.  Got a good place here, Manager-san.”  Not that you’re helping with that; I probably walked to the restroom five times in the last hour just to stretch my legs because I was so bored.
        “Er, Hanamura-san,” Yosuke corrects.  It’s polite to offer his name, at least.  “It’s Majima-san, right?”  The man nods, very amused.
        At least Amagi-chan doesn’t seem to feel pressure, he thinks, trying to pull himself together.