Flashing lights and steady streams of slow tempo music, slowly drown out the once powerful voices. A faint scent of smoke has led Kunikida to wrinkle his nose in disgust. He’s not fond of these types of settings but after a long week with work being a constant hindrance, he needs some relaxation. It’s the weekend after all, he doesn’t have to teach students much less keep them in line. Math seems to bring out the worst in his students. Tables appear to harbor some sticky residue, possibly from a spilled drink or two. Some customers tend to have gotten far too drink earlier on and made quite a mess. At some point, he gets himself a glass of wine, leisurely taking a few sips before his attention is caught by a new arrival. The creak of a door accompanied by a strong scent of strawberry, invades his nose on top of an underlying smell of some strong cologne. He can’t quite pinpoint what it exactly smells like but it’s an earthy based smell but sweeter. The blond is unaware that his path will now intertwine with a mafia executive. He shakes his head only to look away upon the realization that he was staring for a while. Whatever remnants of his wine was left is quickly downed in seconds. His expression seems to harbor some nervousness before it becomes overtaken by his usual serious demeanor. This is not an ideal place yet he can’t bring himself to leave, not right now. The night is still young and the music soon shifts to a more upbeat, romantic genre. Cheers soon surround him which leads Kunikida to request a refill, unaware he caught someone’s attention.