and relaxed. Yori had no such qualms. Ichiro spotted Yori near a corner of the room slow dancing with some girl, while Satoshi danced with one in the center of the room.
Takumijo and Osamu had returned to the table together, giving Kenshin some time to use the toilet.
The young woman smelled nice and her hair looked bouncy, Ichiro noted as he took her into his arms. His body responded instantly on contact with hers. Guilt bit at his heart and the pit of his stomach for a moment but he refused to succumb to it. Shaundra had left him. Was he supposed to just lie down and die?
A couple of young women came over to the table to join them during the DJ's intermission. The brunette cozied up to him, rewarding him with a smile and trying to engage him in conversation. Ichiro was a little rusty in that department but managed a few intelligent sentences under the scrutiny of the others, who'd been watching him like a hawk from the moment they entered the club.
The DJ returned and Ichiro excused himself to use the men's room. A few minutes later Satoshi followed him in.
"Enjoying yourself?" Satoshi asked standing next to him using another urinal.
"I've pissed before," Ichiro replied.
"You know what I mean."
At least Satoshi had the decency this time not to check out his package. "She's okay," Ichiro replied knowing full well what the fellows were trying to do. "But I won't be taking her home tonight."
Satoshi chuckled. "No, I didn't expect you to. I didn't invite you out for you to pick up on some strange chick, just to get you out of the farmhouse for a change of scenery." He finish, zipped, and joined Ichiro over by the sinks washed and dried his hands. Ichiro used some of the free lotion on his hands and then the two of them left the men's room. The brunette was still at the table and staring at both of them when they returned.
Another slow song came on and she jumped out of her sat and pulled Ichiro with her to the dance floor. Ichiro moved her around the floor to JYJ's "Still in Love," and before long Ichiro knew he had made a big mistake by joining them tonight as Yoochun's words about still loving the woman he'd lost rang true in his head. After the music ended he excused himself and walked out of the club hoping the young woman would latch onto someone else, because it was too soon for him to start anything new.
Both Takumijo and Osmau were both noticeably missing from the table when Ichiro reentered the club a few minutes later. Ichiro spotted them at the bar tossing back gelatin shots. They'd probably have to carry Takumijo's crazy ass home tonight if he kept that up. The brunette had latched on to another guy but kept looking over his way. Ichiro averted his glance.
Yori chuckled. "What's wrong? She's not pretty enough?"
"She's okay," Ichiro said.
"Then why are you trying to avoid her? There's nothing wrong with sampling."
Before Ichiro had a chance to answer the DJ put on Silk's "Freak Me Baby" and the brunette headed straight for him.
Yori got out of his seat. "Don't forget that you owe me one," he told Ichiro. Yori intercepted the brunette before she made it to the table.
"This is interesting," Satoshi said taking his attention off the pretty Japanese girl at his side.
"Hopefully the outcome will be different this time," Kenshin said.
Ichiro's gaze locked on the couple. The young woman clung to Yori as they danced slow Japanese style. He noted that it was not quite like how he danced with Shaundra to that song, but just as effective. Yori had some pretty serious moves and the young woman couldn't do anything but follow.
The song ended and the young woman hurried back over to her friends happy and squealing.
Yori walked back over to the table. "See, Ich, just a dance, no more, no less."
Ichiro picked up his beer realizing that Yori was right. He had overreacted.
"Where's Tak?" Yori asked.
Satoshi pointed toward the bar. All of them looked over.
Osamu was toying with the chain around Takumijo's neck.
"My guess is that Takumijo won't be coming home with us."
Some other guys joined Takumijo and Osamu at the bar.
Ichiro doubted it too. He'd probably go bar hopping with them and he'd camp out with Osamu until the sun came out.
And then he would sleep most of the day away. Ichiro frowned, hating the situation.