Akihiko, Junpei, and... Ken!?

(Chapter originally by Misayaka on writing.com)

"I can't believe I let you drag us out here, Iori."

"Chill out, man, it'll be great! We get some drinks, listen to some beats, even score some digits!"

Minako recognized the voices, and hid behind the nearest table in record time.

A petrified glance around the side of her hiding spot confirmed her worst fears. That telltale hat, that bandaged face...

That... orange vest!? "W, what on earth..."

"So, explain to me why you brought him."

Akihiko was stone-faced as he demanded an explanation. Ken, to his credit, didn't seem fazed by the exotic interior.

More scientifically detached, as if wondering why adults would waste their time in such a dark room listening to music without lyrics... or instruments.

"Uh... the kid needs to lighten up, yeah? What better way!?"

"And what makes you think they'll allow a kid into-"

"So, party of three?" The waiter was all smiles as he greeted the trio. "Cute kid."

"Don't call me cute." Ken rolled his eyes and began moving away from the other two.

"...you don't have a problem with underage clients?"

"Normally, well, yeah. But it's a special night. Go have a seat, I'll have our new waitress take care of you."

Minako felt her blood go cold as the three sat down at a nearby booth. Then the waiter clapped his hands and began looking around for her.

Oh, craaaaap....

Minako curled up behind the table, watched the trio from the corner of her eye, and knew what she had to do.

The concealed redhead...