"But in this room, my life has much more pizzazz. In these walls, curtain calls, it's just one room, all that jazz!"

The bar singer is on the back stage, swaying her body back and forth to the jazz music as she sings the song that sweeps the people off their feet. The piano is being played relentlessly and the rest of the group's trying to keep up, but the singer manages to steady herself between the instruments and her singing, the cover-up making the song sound flawless; she's positive the audience is swooning.

Rin tilts her wine glass, inspecting the maroon liquid calm in her glass. She's listening to the singing echo throughout the bar, giving a small "hmph" as she takes a sip of her wine. She was never too fond of that teal-haired singer. Her voice was adequate- of course Rin couldn't compare herself, considering she gave up on singing years ago- but it was nothing extraordinary that gave Rin the chills she was used to getting from others. Besides, the force she was applying to those high notes ruined the song for sure- anyone who's still marveling over her voice is a fool for not realizing.

Rin lowers the glass a small millimeter away from her lip, and breathes against the edge. She stills after hearing the door open and the instant smell of tobacco wafting through the air. She places down her wine glass- a small "clink" emitting when the glass drops to the table.

"Kagamine," Len starts, a cigarette between two of his fingers.

She stands up from her chair, slamming her hands hard against the table that her wine swishes, nearly spilling.

"I thought I told you not to come back, Shimoda!" she snaps.

He lights the end of his cigarette, saying before he inhales, "So?"

"'So?' You tried taking this bar from my family twice already. I'm not letting you slip away for the third time!"

She's staring him down with her fists clenched, steeling herself for the rebuke she knows is coming at her. He never goes down without a fight. Instead she watches his smoke float to the air in a dancing little trail. The odor makes her want to puke.

"And so if I were to take this precious property of yours, what will become of you?" Len moves forth, beginning to circle her around the table. His sly expression is pissing her off, she wants to punch that smirk right off his face. "Admit it: you have no power against me compared to the rest of your family. You're nothing."

"You don't know-"

"Oh, I know. Your father owns this bar, your mother's a famous jazz singer who's helped promote this place, and then there's you. So what? You're lounging around here all day, pretending you're superior because your parents run the place. And yet here you are, arguing with me about this when really you've done nothing."

Rin bites her cheek in an attempt to hold back any harsh rebuttals. She inhales deeply and quickly exhales, quietly asking in a calm tone, "What kind of game are you playing, Shimoda?"

"No game. I only came to tell you that I won." He pulls up a chair across from her own and plops himself down, kicking his feet to the table, smoking.

"Won what?" She refuses to sit down. She only smacks a fist to the table and furrows her brow, demanding to know the answer straightaway.

Len huffs and the smoke blows from his lips, "The bar is mine."

"No, it's not."

"I've proof that all of this belongs to me," he searches his coat pocket and pulls out a roll of paper. He holds it out to her with the cigarette between his teeth.

She narrows her eyes, snatching the paper, and unraveling it. He had to be joking because there was and is no way he's telling the truth. Her eyes flicker to the paper- the deed- rapidly skimming through the words for this "proof" he claims to have. She's reassuring herself that frankly he has no evidence, but out of impatience, her gaze lands on the signatures. More importantly, her father's freaking signature on the line.

"There is no freaking way he signed this- this is forgery, Shimoda!" Rin roars as she slams down the deed.

"Untrue. Your father's seen the way I ran businesses in the past, and he's faith in me. As long as I continue to make the customers satisfied and still earn more profit, the bar's mine."

Infuriated, she turns over the paper again, giving a glare at the signatures for the last time she wants to see them. She grunts, rolls it up, and hurls it into his lap.

"Get out of my face. I don't care if you own this place now, just get out."

Len scoffs a "Fine" and drops his feet back to the ground, putting away the deed before he stands up. He turns to head for the door, tilting his black hat.

"I'll be back, Kagamine."

With that, he exits the bar. Rin falls back into her chair, crossing her arms, and is left smelling the tobacco odor he's left behind.

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Word Count: 869

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Side notes: Some 1920's AU in which Len is a smoker and Rin is the daughter of a family who owned a bar.

A/N: When you randomly want to have Len be that tough af kind of guy who smokes, but you don't know how smoking works, so you look it up to write about it. Literally me writing this.

And I could've used swears to set the mood and I was really wanting to, but since my account only contains cuss word alternatives or none at all, I've decided to keep it that way. (Unless you actually want to add the swears to places you think would fit in this context, go ahead, I wouldn't mind.)

The teal-haired bar singer in the back is (obviously) Miku, and she is singing an actual song of hers titled "One Room, All That Jazz !"