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The scene was set in one of LAW's illustrious employee lounges just after noon. This lounge was a surprisingly refined place for all staff members, competitors, upper management suits, and janitors alike. No level of riffraff was excluded. Regardless of your standing within the company, you were allowed to rub shoulders with anyone else all the same. However, one thing remained important above all else...You had to be aware of who you were rubbing shoulders with. Though you might be allowed in, this didn't mean you'd be tolerated. LAW was a massive company, and many of one's peers could fit anywhere on the spectrum of attitudes from kind and easy-going to rude and downright sadistic. There was no shortage of interesting characters in this bar, which was fitted with a live music area currently hosting a local jazz quartet, with soft seating lining several booths around the joint and the main bar tucked away behind a corner against the wall. Sat behind that lovely, glossy countertop was an array of different liquors, tequila, soju, sake...you name it. LAW seems to spare no expense with any of its facilities. Those stuck-up suits seemed to know how to party when it came down to it.
But back to the intriguing characters within this fine establishment. Often you could find scores of wrestlers as the primary clientele dwelling within the bar's enclosed space. Most came from a recent, hard-fought match...looking to either celebrate a spectacular win with their mates or shower off a cold loss with a round of booze. However, one particular figure of interest was a slightly plump woman in black and green attire with a soft, fuzzy, bright-green-colored frog-themed jacket. She sat at the bar drinking by herself, getting a little tipsy as she enjoyed the jazz in the background, finding it to be soothing as she flirted with passersby, hooking up with whoever whenever she damn well pleased. The partially inebriated woman was Jiyuu June...known slut and proud whore, to keep it short. She was wasting time by downing a couple of shots, relaxing after a bit of training by getting herself drunk...Hey, it was five o'clock SOMEWHERE in the world...right?
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She took up most of the space until most of the current rush-hour partygoers were gone, leaving just her and the bartender within the establishment as the jazz band went on their lunch break, unlikely to return until at least an hour later. Eventually, it boiled down to the bartender and Jiyuu...left in silence and talking about...well, god knows what...Most bartenders could keep a good convo. That is, as long as you kept buying drinks. It was strange how this modest mixologist seemed to know so much about anything and everything while not seeming to care about anything that Jiyuu had to say...She liked that. If she wasn't thirsting over ladies like she was her liquor, she might've wanted to fuck him then and there...Little did "Miss Froggy" know...she was about to experience a real "party" of sorts very soon...
