in their lives reaction to her. Instead of blaming her, he should have accepted the fact that she hadn't done anything to disrespect him. And it had been just a dance with Yori. If she wanted Yori in her bed, she'd had plenty of opportunities to do so, which she didn't.
A few minutes later he was dressed in a crisp new charcoal gray linen suit he purchased while in Beijing and a black shirt with a gray stripe down the center. He picked up his slip-on leather shoes and his wallet and left his bedroom. He met up with Satoshi and Takumijo in the foyer.
Satoshi had decided on a more conservative look, a brown business suit, a tan shirt and a brown tie. Takumijo, always frocked in the current club gear had decided on a two-pieced denim outfit with a scoop-neck white pullover shirt. Silver chain, rings and bracelets accented his outfit.
A car horn sounded outside.
"That must be Kenny," Takumijo said. "Yori is meeting us at the club."
Ichiro nodded. It felt strange not having their lead singer or any of the women accompany them.
They climbed into the town car instead of the limousine since it was just going to be four of them. Kenshin was dressed in a navy blue suit with a light blue shirt, minus a tie.
All of them donned dark glasses but didn't really care if they were recognized or not. They had even left the bodyguards at home. No one planned to get into trouble...they never did.
They were just going out to enjoy some good music and do some drinking and dancing.
Less than fifteen minutes later they drove into a parking lot of a new club that had just opened a couple of months ago. It featured a disc jockey like their usual hangout but the patrons had to be at least twenty-one to enter, which kept out the trouble-making youngsters.
"This place is nice," Takumijo said, already dancing as he entered. The person at the door stamped their hands, ushered them in, and wished them a pleasant stay.
"I see a table big enough for us," Kenshin said moving to the front and leading the way. It was far enough away from the crowd.
A waitress arrived for their drink order and they all agreed on beer. The evening was just starting and they didn't want to get too drunk so early. Kenshin ordered a non-alcoholic beer since he was the designated driver.
Yori arrived shortly afterward in a yellow double-breasted suit that only he could pull off. Ichiro noticed that he had put on a bit of weight, which looked good on him, and his hair had been died a dark brown and was cut shorter at the back.
Women gravitated to him the moment he stepped inside and he didn't exactly make it to the table before one pulled him to the dance floor.
"There's Osamu," Takumijo said and pointed. He waved to get his friend's attention.
Ichiro frowned, wondering who'd invited him, but he decided to act cordial since he was Takumijo's friend. Osamu was a couple of years older than them, tall and lean with short brown hair. He sauntered over toward the table dressed elegantly in a black tieless suit with a red scooped-neck shirt similar to the one Takumijo wore. Around his neck hung a silver chain with one side of the heart missing and one matching earring in his right ear. He bowed respectfully when he reached the table, shaking everyone's hand. Yori joined them after the song ended. The waitress returned, and they sent her off for more beer.
The place started jumping about an hour later when droves of young Japanese women flocked into the club donned in sexy outfits and dangerously high-heeled shoes.
One of them, a bleached blonde with green contacts in her eyes brazenly walked over to the table and asked him to dance. Ichiro didn't want to at first but decided to give it a go.
A raven-haired beauty pulled Takumijo to the dance floor, and before long the others joined them, leaving Kenshin to guard their drinks. Kenny didn't mind since he was in a relationship and didn't feel right about dancing with anyone except his current girlfriend.
The young woman Ichiro danced with was cute. With heels she came up just to his chest, and she really could dance.
Another young woman, a striking brunette, latched on to him next for a slow dance. Ichiro panicked. He didn't really like to be touched by others. He took a couple of deep breaths