Shiro had to be social. This is how one adapted into the Japanese underground with the Yakuza. If you didn't know how to flex your muscles both figuratively and when it comes to socializing. It got to the point that this lone wolf knew he had to make some connections. Night clubs and hostess clubs back in Tokyo were usually how he unwound. It had been a year since he could even party decently. The mansion was neat and all, but he got cabin fever quite easily.
When the opportunity to go Manhattan came up, he decided to take it up. Aurora seemed interesting. He dressed up in his usual pimping outfit; black pants, dark blue shirt, black blazer, with a black tie. He topped it off with a black fedora and wore a white scarf around his neck. There was a reason he was called gangster by Siryn. As he approached the cab, he gave Aurora a sideways smile, "I'm always read for a night out..." he said carefully. He spoke fluent English but it took thought.
Together, they rode to Manhattan and chose a regular bar that seemed hopping enough, "What do you like to drink... besides Stella?" He walked in, assuming Aurora would follow him and made a beeline to the bar itself.