One day, Loki wanted to take me to a bar in Shinjuku. I agreed, and he dragged me away from my work quite literally. The bar in question was... to put it simply, it was less a bar and more of a strip club.
Loki had way too much to drink. I couldn't cover the bar tab on my own, but he started waving around stacks of bills at the girls. The manager tried to cut him off, and he lit the man on fire and then disappeared.
It took quite a bit of convincing to get the police officers to release me from the holding cell. Security tape had to be brought in, and even then it was iffy.