It wasn’t like satoru wasn’t a regular here—the man practically came here whenever he had off days, as a sorcerer and as a teacher at jujutsu high.

but today, the white haired sorcerer acted like this was his first night at the club, smirking and flirting with the girls working and drinking like he wasn’t the lightweight he was.

but he was with friends—he was gonna’ let loose just like he did practically every weekend, and that meant tapping his lap for the dancer who just walked by them, pretending like his eyes weren’t on her the first time he ever stepped foot in this club.

“c’mere,” he practically purred out, spreading his legs and smirking as his eyes landed on hers.