Compared to hostesses, nightclub "hosts" here in Tokyo tend to start work later in the night. Perhaps it's because hostesses are notorious for hitting up host bars after work, where the women pay to be romanced and catored to by men whom they often choose from a menu. And compared to their female counterparts, hosts usually need to consume a greater quantity of alcohol in order to remain employed. Their job is to fit a masculine stereotype, after all. These hosts themselves do not finish work until well past dawn, when the aftereffects of their livelihoods are displayed in plain sight.
On the left of the below snapshot, one such nightclub host is being embraced in the middle of a crowded Kabukicho intersection. This man retains his lifelessly "cool" posture while his head is slumped over the shoulder of a young woman. She is either his girlfriend or his customer. It's hard to guess which, even in the daylight. A fellow host looks on with an aura of impatience.
When the lights change again, I realize that this man is not actually lost in an emotional embrace. Instead, he can't move. He has passed out on her shoulder in the middle of the street, and the light is about to turn green.
Dude, not cool. I think so much to myself, looking on as the other host quickly hails a cab and the unconscious man is carried inside of it safely. Safe until evening at least, when he will start getting paid by the bottle again.