Sasha looked around the room and proceeded to glance over his shoulder to Stasi and Spider.
"It's better, right?" He said, though Stasi still wore a curled lip to infer that while it was better, it was still not impressive. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Joe could tell by Stasi and Spider’s expression, they weren’t as pleased as him. But he made a quick effort to attend to their needs, or at least offer suggestions.
“Do you like the music? You could go dancing.” He offered at Stasi, before turning to Spider, whom loomed over her like a protective guard dog. Spider didn’t like Joe from face value, but he liked him even less when he addressed Stasi. It was too informal and overly familiar for his liking, and he hoped for his own sake, Stasi did not want to dance. Because then he would undoubtedly have to hover around her on the dance floor.
“Or I can order food, and drinks! How about some refreshments, huh?” He offered again, gesturing between Sasha and Spider, inviting either man to make a definitive call on what they would like most. “If you’re afraid to dance alone, I’m sure Sayuri would be happy to keep either of you company.” He said, offering up Sayuri’s body for little regard.
He of course preferred to keep Sayuri close, only on the principle that he “owned” her, the Yakuza owned her. Being an autonomous possession, he didn’t like to see her wander far. But she was also his to do with as he pleased, and in that way only, she was disposable.
Sayuri gave a weak bow, and a little head nod, awaiting herself to be called upon. She wasn’t scared or worried, she felt safe, based on the likeness she shared with Sasha (and Stasi). This, and the shock and awe, Sasha gave at her hand; she felt secure that he would do her no harm, nor order it. So if Joe were to gift her to him, she would welcome it.
Sasha's jaw flexed as Joe offered Sayuri up once again. It wasn't that he looked down on the act of selling one's body, after all, one of his aunts owned a very lucrative business in that particular realm, but that was just it. It wasn't Joe's body to sell.
"That isn't necessary." Sasha said as he strode forward and took a seat, Stasi going to stand close by. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Spider found a spot, between where Stasi stood and where Sasha had seated himself. The other mobsters, filed into the booth, scooting in with some awkwardness. It was hard to feel gangster when you’re scooting down a booth. Sayuri could’ve seated herself on the other end of the booth, with the other Yakuza. She could have even posted herself up, the way Spider and Stasi did; like little rooks, standing pretty and disposable, before the knights. But Sayuri liked to think of herself as at least a worthy bishop piece on the chessboard. She opted to confidently stride past Spider and sit on the outside of the booth, beside Sasha.
This seemed to infuriate Joe, his whole face immediately flushed with anger and frustrated confusion. Sayuri offered a passive wave and wink at him, as if to say, it’s all apart of the plan. This seemed to tame Joe’s anger, though he still seemed suspicious and confused; he was wondering what she was up to. This did also putt Spider off, in theory he would never let a stranger at a meeting, sit beside one of the Nikitin’s like this. It was wildly inappropriate and potentially dangerous. But Spider wasn’t in the business of putting his hands on women, not without instruction at least. He also observed the manner in which Joe treated the girl, Spider did consider that Sayuri was safer next to Sasha, and of little consequence. He did look over Sayuri, to find Sasha’s gaze for his approval.
Sayuri just sat contently, and nonchalant, not like she just sat down beside someone very important. But more like a friend or lover, comfortable and overly familiar. She adjusted the varying rings on her hand, before glancing up at Sasha as well but not really for approval. Sayuri offered the weakest of shrugs, and her sweetest smile; which was terribly cute. A cheeky, come on, it’s me! [/i]
Sasha scooted to make room, assuming Stasi was joining him, and promptly did a doubletake when he saw it was actually Sayuri. He raised his eyebrows at her boldness, but promptly let out a little huff of laughter and shook his head. She was cheeky.
He liked that.
He went ahead and put his arm around the back of her perch, crushed velvet sleeve brushing against her shoulders.
"Shall we talk about your deal with the Nikitin family then?" He asked. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Sayuri nestled into Sasha’s arm comfortably, cute and unassuming as negotiations began. The Yakuza was offering an arms deal, a large shipment of foreign guns in exchange for Nikitin influence and services, which at this stage of international relations, Nikitin influence was valuable. Sayuri listened and nodded along to most of what was being said, busying the forefront of her mind with other things. It wasn’t until Joe made a promise of something, she knew he did not have, that she snapped to attention.
“We have a sample, a gift of goodwill, we can provide you with a case of our heaviest artillery. I’m sure you can appreciate what we’re offering.” Joe said.
Sayuri leaned back then, against Sasha’s arm. She tried to make it look like she was stretching, bored, she even yawned.
“He’s lying, he doesn’t have a case of guns for you.” Sayuri said under her breath, against the collar of Sasha’s velvet suit jacket.
Sasha was hardly a novice as a mobster prince, so when Sayuri discretely dropped her warning, he feigned no sign of surprise. He only gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze to let her know that the message had been received.
"I see, and you have those for us this trip? When will we get to see them?" Sasha asked. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
“Yes, I have them for this trip. I obviously couldn’t bring them to a club like this, but let’s arrange to meet again tomorrow.” Joe began gleefully, feel confident by a deal well struck. “We can meet at headquarters, the sample will be there. Based on what we’ve talked about today, we can have the paperwork drafted and ready for you to look over tomorrow.” Joe continued, quietly summarizing in Japanese to his non English speaking peers.
Sayuri felt the squeeze on her shoulder, but she was still unsure about Joe pushing this deal. Sayuri knew he had received ONE sample shipment of heavy artillery, and that ONE case had already been promised to another group. Who was Joe planning to double cross?
Sasha let out a little sigh of feigned reluctance and not so feigned annoyance (overall at Joe) before giving a conceding shrug of his shoulders.
“We were hoping to broker our deal tonight, but I suppose things cannot be helped. We will meet tomorrow, but you ought to be ready then or we will consider making other deals with other organizations.” Sasha explained. “In the meantime, I suppose you will not mind if we took advantages of the…delights you offered earlier.” Sasha pointedly pulled Sayuri closer to his side. He needed to talk to her more about Joe. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
“Your patience is appreciated! But now you can get to know the culture a bit, please do! Sayuri is a very good girl.” Joe nodded, encouraging Sasha to take Sayuri. “Behave, Sayuri. Take care to not mess this up for me.” Joe said this in Japanese, leaning across Sasha to touch Sayuri’s hand.
Sayuri smiled like she always did when he spoke to her this way, it was all she could do. It was annoying but it couldn’t dampen her excitement that Sasha wanted anything to do with her. No matter what it is that he wanted, how exciting would it be to talk to another werewolf? Sayuri slid her hand from under Joes and gave a nod of acknowledgment.
“Yes sir.” She semi sneered, giving Joe a wink before sliding out of the booth to let Sasha out.
As soon as Sasha stood, he reached over to slot Sayuri against his side before leading them both back towards the door and out towards the electric buzz of the dance floor. He casually leaned down to discretely speak to her, out of earshot of the yakuza and Joe specifically.
“You’re being awfully up front with his secrets, am I allowed to know why?” He asked.
Meanwhile, Stasi pursed her lips in annoyance as Sasha left with his newly acquired “piece”. It only took a brief look around the room to recognize that Sayuri had been the most attractive out of their host’s bunch. She turned to her and Sasha’s own group then and settled her gaze on Spider. He wasn’t a model, but he was attractive for a bossy “old” man.
She refused to be left out of having fun.
“C’mon, you’re dancing with me.” She didn’t ask, but rather demanded as she reached out to snatch up Spider’s wrist. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
“Because he’s saitei, the worst.” Sayuri began with with a slight smile, and gentle shrug as she leaned against Sasha. She said this in a way that made the declaration feel apparent. Which, maybe it was to Sasha, considering he didn’t look impressed at all during the meeting. “I have more in common with you, than with Joe. If we’re related more closely to wolves, then he is more closely related to rats.” Sayuri continued, as they found a place amongst the dizzying thrall on the dance floor.
The club was crowded, bodies were packed tightly; dancing under shifting lights. Sayuri wasn’t worried about anyone overhearing their conversation due to the volume of the people and music. She was also certain that because Sasha was a werewolf, he’d pick out her voice fine with his enhanced sense of sound. She swayed a bit with the music, but stayed at Sasha’s side like a perfect and pretty fixture on his arm.
“You already know the things that separate us, power and station. I hope that because of what we have in common, you’d help me.” She finally said, delivering a proposition of mercy. She wanted away from Joe, away from the Yakuza.
—
Spider was expecting to follow after Sasha, but paused when addressed by Stasi, issuing a subtle jolt of surprise.
“What? No.” Spider was quick to refuse, even as Stasi grabbed his hand.
Even if he did want to dance, it wasn’t something he was good or practiced at. He thought he slow danced with Ania once when they were both younger, at some sort of formal mob engagement. Besides that, his height and obvious scarring, made him a spectacle amongst the locals; dancing would make him more of a spectacle.
“Whatever you want. Joe has gotten away with too much already, it’s not really worth it to keep him in their employ if he screws up again. If you can expose Joe, they’ll punish him and maybe offer you something even better as an apology. Or if you decide you don’t want to make a deal with the Yakuza, that’s your choice-you can have whatever you want, just get me out too.” Sayuri proposed.
—
Spider was reluctant, but refusing made more of a stir. He allowed her to pull him from the room and to the club floor. Plenty of people turned to notice him, he startled a few people as he brushed by; his height catching people off guard. Even though the lights cascade on his face in varying colors, their flourish did little to obscure the scars on his face. It was his turn to grimace in some mild discomfort. Believe it or not, a man with half his face burned, was not the wildest thing to encounter in New York. Even before the boom, as long as Spider kept to himself, no one noticed him. But here, it was impossible to blend in.
Spider sort lowered his gaze and spoke up as best he could, as to not draw more attention but still be heard above the music. Spider was not a werewolf, so it was all just loud noise to him.
“We should find Sasha.” He said, making another futile effort to direct Stasi from having them dance.
He had been born and bred for this business, but Sayuri was almost certainly not. She had probably once been a normal girl, enjoying whatever it was that girls in their youth enjoyed, but, due to circumstances he didn't know, she had undoubtedly been plucked from that life and forced to live in the seedier shadows where the yakuza dwelled. While she could have just as easily bowed and snapped under that weight, she appeared to have the tenacity to survive.
"What makes you think you can trust me? What if my help puts you in a worse position than the one you're in with that man?" He asked, curious as to just how many eggs she had preemptively put in this basket, so to speak.
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"Sobachka is a big boy, he'll be fine." Stasi yelled for Spider to hear.
It was not lost on her, all the stares and startled whispers that would otherwise be stifled by the music if it weren't for her sharp hearing. She knew what Spider looked like with his extensive burn scars and stern face, but she didn't think much of it. He was just Spider.
She reached up to place a hand at the marred side of his face, keeping it there to force his gaze down at her while offering a barrier between him and prying eyes.
"He's out there dancing, we should dance too." She insisted. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
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