Hiro? Well, it was definitely a name that was practically synonymous with playboys in dance clubs, particularly in Yokohama. Cafe Milano? Been there. Partyzone? Done that. Luther Bar? Already busted down there.

And so, Hiro, the man himself, was left to idly sit in his limousine outside of the club he'd just been in. The night was still young, and the programmer was already out of places to go! It was a dilemma he'd dealt with far too often for his liking these days, and he was scared he'd miss out on his prime if he didn't get out enough.

"Ugh.. Driver?" He hummed out, pulling his comb from his pocket and using the rolled up window as a mirror, combing his hair. "Find somewhere to dance. Please?"