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Nightclub at Daytime Chapter 28
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During weekdays there weren't much guests in the club. It was summer, so some of them were enjoying the great weather while others were on vacation. During those months it often happened that guests brought friends that hadn't been in the club before. Fuji liked to see new people at the club. He often was one of the firsts to greet them and talk to them. He wanted to make them feel welcome and hoped they would come again one day. Fuji really liked to have people around him. He loved the city where it was crowded and he loved evenings at the club that were a little crowded as well, while others often liked the nights with only a few people to entertain. Less work to do.
That night there were once again new people. Fuji was a little late, which wasn't the first, nor the last time. He called it fashionably late, because he was late because he either didn't know what to wear or he wanted to change his clothes so they would look better on him. That took time. Everyone was used to him being late, even Tezuka didn't say anything about it anymore.
Fuji marched into the club, greeted Tezuka who stood behind the bar, and looked around to see who were there today. It was quiet crowded for a Wednesday evening. There were once again a lot of new people and Fuji wondered who he should approach. Most of his colleagues were already busy, but there were still enough people to talk to.
Suddenly Fuji's eyes grew wide. He stepped back, quickly turned around and ran into the storage. Some people watched him leave and wondered what was going on. Tezuka was one of them. He beckoned Nioh to come to the bar. Nioh excused him with the guests and quickly went to the bar.
'Could you check on Fuji for me?' asked Tezuka. 'He ran into the storage, but I can't leave the bar. There are too many people.'
Nioh entered the storages and found Fuji hugging his knees in a corner of the storage. He had never seen Fuji like that. Nioh kneeled down next to his friend and lay one hand on his shoulder.
'What is wrong, Fuji?'
'I feel a little sick,' answered Fuji without looking up. 'I can't work tonight.'
Nioh tried to find out what was really wrong with the other man, but Fuji didn't want to say anything more than that he didn't feel well enough to work tonight. Nioh knew it was a lie, because Fuji had been perfectly fine before he entered the club. He kept asking, but Fuji didn't want to say another words. So Nioh went back to the club and told Tezuka about it.
'I'll try to talk to him,' said Tezuka. 'Could you watch the bar for a minute? Don't treat yourself some free drinks.'
Nioh pouted, but agreed and stood behind the bar until Tezuka would return. He didn't mind this kind of work and he knew Tezuka could make anyone talk. He had been a police officer and he still used the skills he had needed for that job.
'Something made you not want to go into the club and work today. Will you tell me what it is?' asked Tezuka. Fuji shook his head, but Tezuka didn't give up. 'Will you tell me tomorrow then. You can go upstairs now, you can go to bed if you want. You don't have to work, but then I want to know tomorrow what made you like this.'
Fuji looked up. 'Alright,' he sighed. Everything was fine with him as long as he didn't have to work tonight.
Tezuka could see he had cried. 'Come on, go upstairs, rest. You will feel better tomorrow, no matter what happened.'
Fuji went upstairs and Tezuka went back into the club.
'So, did he tell you what was wrong?' asked Nioh. Tezuka shook his head.
'He went to bed. He will tell tomorrow.'
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