Toji frequented this club often, it was one of his favorites and he was always given the VIP lounge to play poker and drink with business dealers or fellow mobsters.

He was in the middle of making a raise in the pot when there was a commotion on the other side of the lounge, a customer yelling at you for ‘spilling a drink on him.’ Thought it looked more like you tripped and he got a bit on his pant leg.

“What’s going on over here?” He stood up and made his way over.