A young man entered the scene, with the door bells jingling calmly behind him. His hands in his pockets he walked lazily towards the far end of the counter. He was wearing a rather flashy looking white suit with his shirt unbuttoned all the way to his upper chest, revealing the outer parts of an elaborate tattoo.
He tapped his knuckles on the counter to take the attention of a young girl who was already tending to a couple of patrons. "Oi, Ooeey..." he spoke rather bored, "Where's ol' uncle Genzou? Tell 'im that Taiyouji-sama is here, and make it quick, arright?" he turned his back rather dramatically to the girl and leaned against the counter as he started to scan around the bar, litting a cigarrete.
The girl frowned, "What do you want? And no smoking in here!" she complained, then hit him good on his back with her elbow, making him drop his still unlit cigarette.
With the pain and his hurt pride Jiro coughed. "Owch... Gimme a break, woman! Jus' call the uncle, dammit..." he reached to his back, massaging to ease the pain mumbling, "Tch... dam' gorilla."
"Hey, I heard that!" the girl shouted, still looking at Jiro with fire in her eyes. She said towards behind the bar, "Oji-san... this baka-Jiro is here again." she then turned to the two patrons she was tending to earlier... "U-uh... forgive us... uh... ignore that guy please... may I take your order?" her voice turned to a soft and polite tone then, in contrast with how she spoke to Jiro, she still thew his way some spiteful looks from time to time.