Host Club, Kasanoda Version

[kickthecanplz.livejournal.com]

The Host Club Is Open! But under new management for today, for it is Ritsu Kasanoda’s time to shine. The theme for this round is...

Bad Boy Bar!

The room now resembles a large bar, with light fog instead of smoke, and quiet jaunty old music playing on big radios. As the lights come on, the walls have wanted posters, and each member of the host club has a different bounty on their head. Non-alcoholic drinks are being served, and there are all kinds of criminals waiting around at different tables, because girls love bad boys, right?

Kasanoda is slightly more lenient than Tamaki, and so has let the boys decide they can dress/act out of the following choices.

Yakuza, the Japanese Mafia. Those who selected this also have the option of having fake tattoos applied over their body, and a fake sword to wield.

Goodfella., the mafia… mafia. They get fake cigars that emit fog, along with small fake pistols. The worst accent you can come up with, the better.

Train Robber, the bad guys of the cowboy films. Again, fake pistols, and also can get a small pouch of gold or coins.

Pirate, the terror of the seas. Members can get very creative with this one, as not only are there fake swords and pistols, but also peg legs, eye patches, and (real) parrots.

Prisoner, he’s doing time for all the crime. Comes with ball and chain and optional handcuffs.

As for Kasanoda himself, he clearly remembers the Brain Theater crap, and feels he should pay for that stupid stuff he’s done. So he’s the lowest of the low… now only is the mere bartender, wearing dog ears, a dog tail, and a dog collar, and the tag on it reads ‘In The Dog House’. So dignified.]


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Comments

BARTENDER/BAD DOG

[kickthecanplz.livejournal.com]

[And if you want a drink, or to talk to the bad dog, this is the thread for that.]

Sorry.

[rhymebell.livejournal.com]

[Rhyme's just about to ask for a juice or something when she finally realizes who is behind the counter.]

Hey...you okay?

[kickthecanplz.livejournal.com]

[Oh geez. He bows his head low.]

H-Hey... I'm really sorry about the crap I did to you before.

[rhymebell.livejournal.com]

No, you didn't do anything. I was just worried that you might have been sick, because the way you were acting wasn't like you. [She gets up on her tippy toes to pat him on the head.]

[kickthecanplz.livejournal.com]

[R-Rhyme why so adorable.]

Ah... thank you... You could say I was sick.

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[slides onto a bar stool. Eyebrow raise.]

So why does everybody else get to wear something cool?

[kickthecanplz.livejournal.com]

I'm punishing myself.

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[...

dryly] At least you're not offering up body parts this time.

[kickthecanplz.livejournal.com]

[orz.]

Well, I didn't hurt anyone this time, I just... insulted a lot of people. And threatened them. It might have been the castle's tricks, but I figured better safe than sorry.

[daddyhost.livejournal.com]

[Sliiiiiding over, well hello Natsuki, it's been a while.]

Princess, I thought you had forsaken me.

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[eyeroll at the 'princess,' but she lets it slide]

I could never do that. It would be like kicking a puppy. [so dry]

1/2

[daddyhost.livejournal.com]

...

[daddyhost.livejournal.com]

Woof!

[bitenotbark.livejournal.com]

[What on Earth is this place? It's like one of Tony's dreams came to life.]

Excuse me, I think I am in the wrong place.

[kickthecanplz.livejournal.com]

What were you looking for...

[pause.]

... P-princess?

[bitenotbark.livejournal.com]

[She quirks one eyebrow fractionally.]

Princess?

[kickthecanplz.livejournal.com]

All women are princesses, and deserve to be treated as such.

[checkbelowdecks.livejournal.com]

Hey barkeep. Do I get to lead you around on a leash?

[kickthecanplz.livejournal.com]

[... uh. hold on. his brain just borked.]

Um. Um. Um.

H-H-How about a drink instead?

[checkbelowdecks.livejournal.com]

[leaning against the counter~]

And what would you recommend?

[kickthecanplz.livejournal.com]

H-H-How about a virgin?

[...]

Margarita! Virgin margarita! That's what I meant!

[stalkershiki.livejournal.com]

H-Huh? Why... um... what's with the outfit?

[kickthecanplz.livejournal.com]

Oh... h-hey Shiki.

[swallows a bit.]

... I'm kinda punishing myself for that crap I did...

[stalkershiki.livejournal.com]

Huh? What crap?

[...She still wasn't totally sure if what had happened with him was a loss or what.]

[kickthecanplz.livejournal.com]

You know, the smoking and snarling, and... that stupid shit.