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[At night, a bar, backdated to the day after valentines]

While many people are out having couples' day after dinner, or doing slam poetry and burning teddy bears from regrettable exes, Kyle is taking advantage of the fact the bar being less crowded than usual - usually this place would be packed with UCLA students - a frustrating thing for him as he discovered this is one of the few bars that did decent cocktails that didn't charge an arm and a leg for it. He had his burner phone out, waiting to see if the Phantom had any news about their excursion, he sure hope playing nice to the bigot did help, or otherwise he made his own skin crawl for nothing.

Well, the peaceful atmosphere didn't last for long - as someone... worse someone he recognizes from work started to get belligerent about getting cut off. So much for enjoying his mint julep, he groans, and starts to push himself off the bar to stop it. "Franklin - knock it off! You can barely stand straight."

For a moment, it looked like the much larger man was ready to take a swing, but upon recognizing him, he mutters and protests, dropping his arm. "They're not being respectful, Kiske." The man gestures, and Kyle immediately took advantage of this momentary lapse to drag the man out, calling out to the bartender to call a taxi service.

"I'm so sorry," The officer mutters to the bartender once he returned from taking Franklin outside, his hand going over his face as he feels a lot of eyes staring at him. "Another drink, and here's a twenty for the trouble..." So much for having a low key night out.

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Another work night, thankfully more quiet. Takamichi is working among three other bartenders at the bar, himself and another behind the bar while the other two do floor service. There is also the boss nearby, chatting the regular visitors and usual bouncers. He already cut a few people off, but one seems to be asking each bartender for a drink despite refusal. He was quick to pull his co-worker out of the way when he saw an arm with a fist up in the air, but a sigh of relief escaped from him as another man stopped in time. Takamichi watched the two leave the bar before letting go of his co-worker, who is only a few years younger than him. "Go call a taxi and take a small break, Jason."

"R-Right. Thanks, Taka..." The younger bartender went straight to the phone and Takamichi nods to Kyle when he returned.

"Thank you. I'll get your drink ready." he sighs as he grabs a clean glass. "A friend of yours?"

"Not really, he's in a different department, but I recognized him from work." He replies, pushing a strand of hair from his face, reminding himself to get it cut soon, it's getting rather long and shaggy. "That's not going to be a fun call for tomorrow," The blond gives a small sigh.

"It's his problem now." A small comment as he tops off the mint julep with the sprig of mint and offers it to the man. "It's been rough holding this fort down with the students lately. I appreciate it for taking care of him."

Takamichi takes away the empty glasses nearby to dump the remains and wipe the counter down.

"If I may ask, what work do you do?"

He accepts the glass with a small smile, taking a slight sip as he considers answering, before deciding there's no real harm in doing so, especially when the bar isn't as crowded as usual, less chance of someone with a chip on their shoulder overhearing. "I'm with the LAPD," Kyle answers - well that might explain why he would be calling about the incident.

His eyes widen a bit on hearing the answer, but his expression softens back to usual serious. Takamichi gives a small nod, taking a seat on a stool on the other side of the bar. It's quiet and everyone has been taken care of, so chatting up with the customers while relaxing a bit never hurts.

"You must have been busy with everything going on..."

"Yes, things thankfully seem to have started to quiet down a little." He notes the reaction, but says nothing for now. "I believe the far-right wing clubs will lose some of their bite."

"Good. Business has been harsh when we are forced to close early before the students roam around at night." he sighs, rubbing his forehead. "At least the staff and I all agree with our boss that it's better for our safety."

It's a fairly mixed of races among the staff, but commonly it's the older college kids trying to make a fair amount while balancing school.

"I almost wanted to return home right away, but I still have business here."

He frowns slightly at that - the accent had suggested it, but the man thought it'd be rude to ask. "It's an ugly mess, I'm glad your boss looked out for your well-being." There was a slight pause, as he takes a slow sip.

"What kind of business, um if you don't mind me askin'?"

He tenses up on the question, but since he is talking to a member of the police, he doesn't want to come off suspicious and give the wrong impression. And this man is a regular to the bar and from what Takamichi have seen, he can tell that he was a good man compared to the rest of them. He looks around the bar for any watching eyes before he takes his phone out.

"I'm looking for someone."

He pulls up a picture of a woman who looks very similar to him, at least a decade older than himself. From the way she is dressed and her stern expression, it's clear that she is someone important and successful.

"Does this woman look familiar to you?" he asks as he shows his phone.

He notices the tensing - that's not normal, and usually involve some kind of secret. Kyle's brows raised as the phone was handed over, looking over the woman, female, asian - late twenties to thirties, he went over the details.

"Not immediately... but I'm Vice, missing persons is incidental for my department." The blond answers honestly. "But if there's a name, I might see what might be in the files."

"Her name is Hibari Sanzenin." Takamichi sets his phone down. "She's my older sister. She came here for work a few months ago, but on the day of her expected return, we lost contact."

He sighs as he sets his hand onto his forehead, elbow resting on the bar as he keeps looking at the picture intently.

"She's a very successful fashion designer, starting her fame overseas and was planning on living here to work. She's engaged to another man back at home, but both himself and his family claim they know nothing about her disappearance! I swear, it's an insult to our great fam-!"

Takamichi sits back up, catching himself before he ends up in a rant. Nobody wants to hear that, especially customers.

"I apologize. Our family name means nothing here, but we are a strong family with wealth earned by hard work back in Japan. Our grief is slowly poisoning us because this has happened."

Odd little things, someone from a powerful family overseas working in a bar, a missing woman that doesn't seem to make waves. Ky grabs his phone, typing the name in an app for later.

"It's all right, I can't imagine the stress of a missing sister has on a person." Kyle reassured him. "I can't guarantee anything, but I will see if she's in the database."

"Thank you." Takamichi sets his phone away once Ky was done looking at the photo, adjusting his posture in his chair.

"It's a strange situation, but I appreciate any help I could get right now. It felt like... My family was being watched after she disappeared. I can't really understand it."

He push his empty glass aside - two's his limit, he hates the feeling of being drunk. "So you think there's something more to your sister's disappearance than it looks on the surface?" Ky questions, still keeping his voice low.

"Yes." Takamichi responds with a voice just as low. "I cannot risk snooping around back in Japan to bring my family more in danger. It feels quieter here, but I still stay on guard."

He takes the empty glass away, discarding any leftover contents before setting it aside for cleaning.

"It's not a case of ransom as the culprit left no message or warnings. Private investigators come up with nothing when they travel over here. It's clear that something else is going on."

Someone at least is happy to see the drunk go.

"JACKASS!"

Yeah Locke isn't especially helping.

"Please don't provoke the drunk," Kyle groans, placing his hand back over his face.

"You had that. I had utmost confidence in your abilities."

Locke's nursing a cheap drink, here more for the atmosphere than the liquor.

He pauses for a moment, trying to decide if he was serious or being sarcastic, it can be hard to tell sometimes. "Thankfully he is at least sober enough to realize how stupid it'd be to pick a fight here."

God, he could only imagine the headlines if Franklin took a swung at him.

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