Gotta Stop (Drake)

[Sage Sudeki]

Drake would come across a scene where a naked group of people were huddled around a lot of empty alcohol bottles, a chair, and a guy getting tattoo's on his fore arms by a guy holding the tattoo machine which was buzzing. It took the combined strength of two drunk naked people to hold him down while laughing their asses off. Another guy and a woman with white hair and red eyes.

"Damn are you digging in?!"

The guy complains as the other guy stops for a second to test his swipes with the needle in the air.

"No?"

[Drake]

Drake approached and watches in interest!

[Sage Sudeki]

They finish up his tattoo's quickly and he turns the needle off putting it to the side and wiping away some sweat.

"Looks good man!"

He exclaims before the other two let go and look at the tattoo's inspecting. His skin obviously red from mistreatment.

"Man it's tender though."

A hush fell over them all as he noticed he was surrounded.

"Wait... No!"

They all grab him by the wrists and ankles and raise him up carrying him to the water.

"Take the dip! Take the dip! Take the dip!"
"W-wait! No, it's fresh, still sore, it hasn't dried yet!"

To no avail with his please they toss him into the deepest part of the bath where he makes a splash. He immediately surfaces raising his hands in the air.

"Sonova!"

And everyone is basically barely able to stand from laughing, the female however spots Drake.

"Hey, newbie, your turn!"

Drake would notice he was the only one there without a tattoo.

[Drake]

Drake smirked. He was never able to have a tattoo at the brothel. His mother said it would taint his skin. Well guess what. Fuck you, mom. Drake took of what remained of the Kimono and walked over to the tattoo artist laying out his arm.

"I want it as badass as you can make it. Larger the better."

[Sage Sudeki]

It would take quite some time. Long enough for Spike to show up with the new clothes, sitting near by and shooting the shit with the others, showing Drake his tattoo and laughing about something or other. Some alcohol later and Drake's tat would be finished, everyone took a turn admiring the finished product.

[Drake]

Drake, now just as intoxicated as everyone else there.

"Fuck yeah! You know what's missing from the badassery display of artwork?!"

He'd look around at the group to make sure all were ready for his BRILLIANT sudden realization.

"A fucking hair cut and some piercings!"

He shout taking another shot!

[Sage Sudeki]

"Not a bad idea!"

The woman exclaims as she throws the tattoo guy out of his seat and proceeds to slice and dice. Immediately following that she would go to piercing at random to go with the usual Yakuza street punk look. While it was all fresh he would be hoisted into the air.

"Take the dip! Take the dip! Take the dip!"

Before he would be tossed in with fresh tattoo, and fresh piercings.

[Drake]

Drake would emerge screaming in masochistic delight.

"FUCK YEAH! MORE DRINKS! WOOOOO!"

[Sage Sudeki]

And they would drink and party, more people would show up, get drunk and party. IT was pretty perpetual till the next day where it was just a field of naked unconscious and tattoo'd bodies laying everywhere. The amount of bottles laying around would suggest someone may have died last night from alcohol poisoning.

Either way there would be a surly looking old man smoking a pipe and waiting for people to wake up so he can promptly kick them in the ass and get them back to work.

[Drake]

Drake would wake up, with a killer hangover. The pain of which made was so bad that even his fresh tattoo didn't feel all that sore. He would see the old man and scratch his head. Finding his hair to he a LOT shorter than it was last night. Oh, yeah... shit! Drake moved to look at his reflection in the water... huh... dispite how ficked up everyone was last night, they did a DAMN good job fixing him up. Remembering the old man Drake would look at him again.

"I don't remember you being at the party last night..."

He would say, though... he couldn't remember most of the party last night... he would make his way over to the clothes Spike had brought him the night before and start getting dressed.

[Sage Sudeki]

"I wasn't. Who are you newbie? What family were you initiated in? I thought only the Lieutenant of the Mizrahi family was getting tatted last night."

He speaks in his gravely and somewhat angry tone.

"Finished the changes sometime last night and brought them to you, but Spike said it didn't meet your new look, so I had to redo them again."

The old man would hold up a small case.

[Drake]

Drake rubbed the back of his head. He had no idea what the ma- oh! Drake would make his way over to the old man as quick as he could without stepping on or tripping over the random assortment of bodies. Then he would take the case and open it up revealing sleek black fingerless combat gloves. Spiked at the knuckles. Drake would whistle.

"These look amazing!"

Drake would say eagerly putting them on. The fit perfectly. One might even say... like a glove...

"Amazing work. I can tell you are a master of your craft. Thank you, Mister..."

[Sage Sudeki]

"Just call me Sam, kid. You might want to get to work before any of the Family Heads discover most of the enforcers and Lieutenants are passed out in the bath house."

He'd take a puff from his pipe before kicking someone near by in the face to wake them up.

"Hey kid, your head hurts? That's a hang over."

He responds to the shocked look and obvious pain on the face of the now awake person he kicked.

[Drake]

Drake once again, not having a clue what the old man Sam was talking about would turn to leave.

"Thanks again Sam, catch ya around!"

With that Drake would leave.