Nightclub at Daytime Chapter 26

[tacuma]

Title: Nightclub at Daytime
Writer: Tacuma
Pairing: Perfect Pair
Chapter: 26
Genre: AU, romance, angst, crime
Word count: 1731 words
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis

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Chapter 26

The evening of the party came soon. Fuji had send Atobe a list of songs and Atobe had made a selection of the songs he wanted Fuji to sing. Tezuka told everyone to wear something formal and decent. Together they decided to wear their white blouse, black pants and their vest. They all had to serve the guests drinks, like waiters, so they had to look like waiters. Except for the three who would perform.

Fuji, Eiji and Gakuto had searched for the perfect outfit for days. It was even more difficult that searching for songs, because Atobe was picky. Fuji wanted to look perfect, but he didn't want to dress too daring. Tezuka forbade him to do so as well, as he did to the dancers. He dressed in a simple black t-shirt with skinny jeans that hugged this thighs nicely. Over the shirt he was wearing a vest like the other boys were, black as well. Everybody complimented him, so Fuji thought it would be good enough for the party.

Eiji and Gakuto were dressed more colourful, but a little sexy as well. They looked like real dancers, out of a dancing club and Fuji told them they looked wonderful as well. The three of them weren't allowed to enter the club yet, but they had found a place where they could see everything that was happening, without being seen by the guests. There were other people than normally entered the club. They weren't wearing suits this time, but party clothes and everybody had a glass with an alcoholic drink.

When the party had started, Atobe had welcomed them all and now people were starting to enjoy themselves, because the alcohol they consumed. Someone came to give Fuji a sign that it was time for him to perform. He entered the stage and wished he had a live band instead of a radio, so he wouldn't be all on his own. He smiled friendly at the unfamiliar faces and when the music started, he started to sing. It was a slow song at first. People were still rather sober and this way they could still talk. They could still hear and understand each other, with a nice background music. Some of the people were watching him. Fuji friendly smiled at them in between the lines he sang.

He sang another song before he had to leave again. Fuji didn't like it, because it was obvious that most of the people would have liked to hear more, but they had to enjoy themselves for a little while without him. When they had more to drink and slowly people started to get a little louder, Fuji went back on stage and sang a few more up tempo songs with a nice beat. He sang and moved his body a little, making some of the people dance. At the end of his third song, Eiji and Gakuto entered the stage and started dancing.

When Fuji was done singing he left the stage and let the other two perform. They were doing really well and the audience was very enthusiastic. They danced for a while on nice music, making even more people want to dance. Fuji knew when it was his time again and once again he entered the stage and started singing. People cheered and applauded. Fuji felt like he was a famous singer.

The party started to look like the party they had a while ago at the club. Everybody was having fun and enjoying themselves. The only difference was that these people drank a whole lot more than the regular clients. Most of them even drank too much. Fuji was glad he was on stage, because some people were far gone already.

That was, until someone pulled him off the stage as a song had ended. Fuji didn't know what to do. He still had the microphone in his hand and Tezuka had started a new song already. Fuji let the man with the short black hair and some weird mole on his forehead held his hands and dance with him, while he sang at the same time. The dance was weird, but the man didn't seem to notice. He was drunk already and didn't care about anything anymore. A guy in a way too tight shirt and purple hair took Fuji over from the man with the mole. They started a verbal fight and Fuji made sure he got away. Tezuka was already waiting for him. He had left the bar to get Fuji back on stage.

'Make sure you don't get pulled off again,' he said during an instrumental part of the song. 'Step back a little. They are drunk and I don't want them to touch you, Eiji or Gakuto.'

Fuji climbed on stage again and quickly told the two others that they weren't allowed off the stage again. The verbal fight had gotten worse when a big man with grey hair and scary eyes started to discuss with the first two. Another one, with a scar on his forehead and a weird baseball cap on his head was annoyed with the fight and started to mingle as well. When the first person hit one of the others a huge fight between the four of them started.

Tonight both Momoshiro and Kaidoh were guarding the door and they immediately started to pull the guys away from each other. An enormous, stoic looking man, who was often around Atobe, helped as well. The four men that had started fighting were thrown out of the building.

Atobe didn't seem to care that some of his friends, or probably business partners, were thrown out. He was still enjoying himself. Fuji couldn't believe it. They were such a nice and friendly club, but today the club had something wild. Everybody seemed living on the edge, ready to scream or hit when something happened that they didn't like. Fuji had been in many clubs before, but something like this he had never seen. And these men were all rich and all bosses of important businesses and companies, but a lot of them behaved like animals.

He was glad when he was done singing. He had sung all his songs and it was definitely enough for today. He left the stage, soon followed by the two redheads, who had enough of it as well.

'They were asking me to undress,' complained Eiji. 'We're not a strip club! I like a party, but this was no fun, nya.'

'It's alright, Eiji,' said Fuji. 'We're done here. I hope we don't have to do something like this again.'

They went upstairs and talked for a little longer. When they heard everybody leave the club they went back to help the others with the cleaning. Fuji, Eiji and Gakuto didn't know what had happened downstairs, but the club was a complete mess. It was like a tornado had passed by. Chairs were everywhere, tables had fallen and one of the curtains was pulled down. Drinks had fallen, so the floor was sticky from the sweet liquids and there was glass everywhere. In one of the corners somebody had thrown up. The smell was almost enough to make others throw up as well.

All the guys started cleaning. It was the middle of the night, but if they would sleep and do it tomorrow, things would only be worse.

'Were those guys really millionaires?' asked Ohtori, who couldn't believe it.

'Maybe they were only dressed like millionaires,' answered Nioh while he emptied a bucket of water on the floor. He got a mop and started to wipe all the stickiness away. Ohtori had already picked up all the glass, so the floor was ready to be cleaned. Gakuto and Eiji put the tables back in place and put the chairs where they belonged. Mizuki was carrying sand and threw it over the vomit. That way it smelled less and it was easier to clean. Fuji took a look at the curtain that had fallen down. It was ripped and dirty. He would give it to Kawamura and after it was cleaned, he would be able to fix it somehow. It would be a lot cheaper than buying new curtains.

In the storage they heard Tezuka and Atobe discussing what had happened. It was obvious that Tezuka wasn't pleased. He had raised his voice. Nobody was allowed to shout at Atobe, but the diva accepted it from Tezuka, the only man with reason, as Atobe used to say. Tezuka normally never raised his voice, but tonight he was angry, very angry. Things had gone way too far and he wasn't able to stop them, but he could make sure if would never happen again.

The men who were cleaning could hear every single word the two men in the storage were saying to each other. They heard how Tezuka said he never wanted that to happen again. That it had taken him years to build a good image for the club and that Atobe almost managed to ruin that in just a few hours. They heard Atobe answer that it was an important celebrations and that it had been necessary, but that there hadn't been another place to have the party.

'Sounds nasty,' laughed Nioh. 'Never heard Tezuka like that.'

Fuji felt a little sorry for their boss. Tezuka must have been rather frustrated the entire evening. He had arranged everything perfectly. Every evening was a success, until Atobe arranged a party, just once. Fuji would have been angry as well if it had happened to him. He would scream at the other man and let him know what he thought of it. Tezuka was still rather nice to the millionaire.

Moments later the door opened and Atobe entered the club once again. He walked through the club with a smug smile on his face. Without a word of goodbye he walked out of the door. Tezuka entered the club as well and looked around. He still had a rather angry expression on his face. Even worse than usual. When he saw almost everything was clean already, his expression softened a little.

'Good work,' he said. 'You should all go to bed.'

Everybody quickly put their things away and went upstairs. They were tired and wanted to sleep. They wanted to forget about this weird evening.