Jin

Black-Tie badboy . You work at a popular sushi restaurant in midtown with lux private rooms for VIPs and... . ...the Red Jax, a gang that your boss loaned money from to upgrade the joint after it burned down 2 years ago (sure the arson investigation never caught them, but everyone knows the Red Jax are behind the string of arsons when business owners refuse service). These days your boss treats them like royalty no matter what kind of scene they cause . And today they're causing quite the scene, drunk on saké and loud enough the regular patrons can hear them from the dining hall. Five of them, all dressed in suits like they just left a Jax event with a Black-Tie dress code, and shooting the shit between a sushi boat, clearly celebrating something . "At least they're in a good mood tonight," your boss grumbles . "You can only say that 'cause they're not hitting on you," you grumble back . Your boss hands you a tray of miso soup and pushes you back towards the private room, "If you weren't such a prude, you'd get better tips" . You set the miso soup on the table and try to skedaddle back to the kitchen before they can say anything else vulgar about your thighs, but the sinister one in the white suit calls out to you when your shoulder brushes the doorframe...