Tiger

I know I get to meet a lot of people living in Tokyo, but it’s not everyday that a man as devilish as this one walks into your life. Meet Steve, my hottest and most lethal new ally. I knew he was trouble from day one. I spotted the glint in his eye from a mile off but it wasn’t until we had our first bender together that we formed the ultimate union. It started as any normal night might when two people pleasantly stumble upon Happy Hour and ended in what has come to be known as our own signature brand of chaos. For future reference, when they name a cocktail “Tarantula” it is to be respected. It should be sipped and enjoyed at a leisurely pace before starting on the next one, for it is a wild beast with devastating consequences that can not be tamed. Under no circumstances should one taunt it and if you are silly enough to challenge it, it is best to have at least one very large man present who can carry you home. You will also need a stellar companion to fill in the blanks the next morning. Since that fateful night we haven’t looked back. A diabolical fusion of cheek, wit and charm, we frame a tenacious team and a force to be reckoned with. Whether it’s happy hour at the pub, nomihodai at an izakaya or a bit of late night classic karaoke, the night is guaranteed to prove pandemonium when you have an accomplice as sinful as Steve.