Majima narrowed his eye at that implication, but trailed behind Anderson regardless.

Outside, the smell of ozone mixes with the chill in the air. Majima buries his hands in his pockets and slinks along the dirty sidewalk. He sticks to the right side of the street so he can keep his good eye on the alleys.

"Right. Just milk for you, huh?"

Neon lights splash different colors across them while car engines roar overhead. A squad car siren blends in among them, and Majima looks at Anderson with continued skepticism as they near the bar.

"They really okay with you doin' this?"