✔ STRIP CLUB

@♛ Taecyeon "Taecyeon." Mark said, getting familiar with the name. He smiled at him and nodded. "Alright. I look forward to your call." He leaned in - more like got on his tippy-toes - and kissed Taecyeon's cheek. He smiled at him again before he headed for the exit.

Taecyeon grins when he hears the other's name. "Then name's Ok Taecyeon," he says, grinning, "I'll call you soon."

@♛ Taecyeon Mark smiled at him and turned to leave before the other grabbed his arm. He blinked up at the other before he smiled at him. "My name is Mark. Mark Tuan." He replied. "What's yours?"

@▼ Mark “Oh, it’s time for you to go home now?” he says, feeling a little dejected. But he says nothing more to refrain the other, noting the time. He smiles when the other handed him the sticky note with a number on it. “Oh, wait,” he says, grabbing onto pretty boy’s forearm, “What’s your name?”

@♛ Taecyeon Mark nodded with a smile and chuckled softly. "Arasso~" He chimed and looked at the time, seeing it was 11:03. "Ah, time for me to go home." He went waved goodbye at the other bartender and grabbed his jacket. Mark then grabbed a sticky note and wrote his number on it before handing it to Taecyeon. "Yes, really." Mark smiled at him. "Call me tomorrow when we got enough sleep and rest on your end." He laughed softly. "Call me and we can work out the details to the date, okay?"

@▼ Mark “Oh, I see then,” he replies, nodding at the concept of being drunk. He personally wasn’t a big drinker in the first place and strays clear from clubs, thus explaining his lack of knowledge about being drunk and all. “D-Don’t worry,” he stammers, waving his hands about and shaking his head. Taecyeon sips a drink and nods. “Yeah, a date, but you could, um, refuse if-“ he pauses and there is a big grin on his face. “Really?”

@♛ Taecyeon "Exactly." Mark said, pointing to him. "Like I said, we're all different people when we're drunk. We could be the opposite of how we are when we're sober." Mark blinked at him and lightly tilted his head to the side. "If I what..?" He grabbed another glass and began cleaning it before he smiled, chuckling softly. "A date, huh?" He put the glass away and looked up at Taecyeon. "Sure. I'll go on a date with you."

“Indeed,” he replies and his eyes widens in surprise, feeling his face heat up. Taecyeon pulls his collar and laughs, verting his eyes. “I really can’t tell that you’re that kind when you’re drunk.” The older male purses his lips and glances from the drink to the younger male. “I wonder… if you…: he began, but then stops himself, mentally kicking himself and smiles. “Actually, a date?” he asks, tilting his head. “You’re cute.”

@♛ Taecyeon Mark laughed softly. "We're all different people when we're drunk." He explained, sensing Taecyeon's wariness in his expression. "Like me. I'm very open and full of smiles, but when I'm drunk, uh...yeah, I'm just very very ual." His eyebrows raised and he laughed softly. "It could be simple. I don't entirely mind, but I'm always one to repay someone especially if he saved me from potential ."

Taecyeon sighs in relief, but then stiffens, putting his hands up in the air. “That sigh didn’t mean that, yeah, like you know, in a bad way,” he explains quickly, subtly stumbling over his words. He nods, listening to what happened, though he couldn’t quite yet recall him being heroic to stop a fight- he wasn’t really all confident enough to take on some e. But he wasn’t going to admit it to pretty boy and he just timidly accepts the other’s thanks. In embarrassment, he scratches the back of his head, glancing at the other. “Err, I don’t know what to ask?” he replies honestly, shaking his head.

@♛ Taecyeon Mark chuckled a little as he continued washing a cup. "No, we didn't have ." He replied. "You came to the bar and I served you a drink before I was going to go take a small bathroom break." He looked up at the other. "I was grabbed and pinned by a e and needless to say, you came to my rescue." Mark smiled and put the cup away. "After I asked you what I could do for you in return, you passed out."

“Thanks,” says Taecyeon, rubbing the back of his head. He gives the cute boy a strained look. “Yeah, I can’t really recall much of what happened- what happened?” he pauses for a moment after drinking the beverage and he twitches. He leans close to the pretty boy and in a small voice asks, “Did we… you know… do it yet?” he asks, feeling a bit nervous to ask if he had lost his V-card with the other, not that he really wanted to know the answer.

@♛ Taecyeon Mark had returned to his job, knowing that if he stayed up there with the other, he could loose his job. He'd smile naturally at each person who would come to the bar before giving them their ordered drink. Of course, he'd get hit on by many of the males but Mark would brush them aside. As being a bartender in such a place like this, he had to get used to it. Mark looked up as someone walked up to the bar and he immediately recognized him. He smiled and laughed before he grabbed a glass, filled it with cold water and gave him two pills. "Here. Water and Advil." Mark wiped his hands. "So I take it you don't remember what happened?"

“Yeah, you’re the pretty boy,” he slurs, “Who smiles like this.” He grins brightly in an ugly way. “You shouldn’t take that- you shouldn’t…” After a while of resting, Taecyeon wakes up with a massive headache. “Where am I?” he asks, rubbing the back of his head and he groans in agony. His eyes squint and glance about, wondering where he was. He tries hard to remember what he did before he fell drunk and all he could recall was a pretty boy with a nice smile. But more than that, he could not remember. Taecyeon turns and gets off the bed. “What’s this?” he asks himself. His eyes widens when he sees the words ‘pretty boy’ and laughs. “Did I ing tell him that- oh my god, I’m such an idiot.” So he shuts the door and slips the note into his back pocket.
He then walks to the bar, his head throbbing in pain when he sees the flashing lights and booming music. A frown appears on his face when he walks closer to the centre of the bar, but he makes a turn and tilts his head, seeing the pretty boy again. Taecyeon laughs and walks towards the other. “Anything refreshing which gets rid of my awful headache please,” he says, tapping on the table.

@♛ Taecyeon Mark blinked a little. "The pretty boy?" He said and laughed. "Yeah, I guess he was. He's a known e, I'm taking it." He blinked and gasped before catching him. "Aigo.." He huffed and helped him upstairs to the VIP suites. He went to the room strictly reserved for bartenders. He slid his card in and put Taecyeon on the bed, panting softly. "Damn, he's tall." Mark grabbed a piece of paper and wrote on it: I'm at the bar. My shift ends at 11:30PM. -The Pretty Boy" He put the letter on the night stand, checked to see if he was okay, and heads for the door.

Taecyeon stared at the beauty and smiled drunkenly. “You’re the pretty boy,” he cooed, swaying his head to and fro, “And you’re- wait, that man was attacking you.” He laughed softly, his eyes blinking slowly. “Anything?” he asked, “How about you-“ but before he could say anything, he felt his head becoming more light and his sight blur furthermore, knocking him out and dropping onto the stranger, completely wasted.

@♛ Taecyeon Mark continued to struggle against him. He blinked, stopping, when the male had suddenly groaned. He looked up, hearing a new voice and blink as he watched the two interact He fixed his shirt and jogged over to the tall male, putting his hands on his chest and gently pushing him away from the man. "Hey, hey." He said. "No fights, please." His eyebrows furrowed a little and he looked back at the older male before looking up at the taller, his hands still on his chest. "But..thank you." Mark nodded with that smile of his again. "Is there..anything I can do to make it up?" He blinks a bit.

@▼ Mark Taecyeon groans as he bumps into another bartender and stops to grab a bottle of bear. He scratches his head to look around for the beauty that had caught his eyes. He turns to his right when he hears a loud “Hey” and walks over to the muffled sounds with slight screams. The brunette, not impressed with what he heard, or even, when he got there, what he saw, winged the bottle on the older man’s head. This caused the old man to back off, clasping onto his head in pain. Taecyeon tilts his head and smirks, “ off.” The older man glared at him and swung a fist in the brunette’s face, but he dodges it with his forearm. Being much taller, though drunk, he grabbed onto the shirt’s collar and pushed him against the wall. “Don’t with me, just piss off- you’re not going to win against me,” he grunted, pushing the man away.

@♛ Taecyeon Mark moved through the crowd before he felt someone grab his . "Hey!" He exclaimed and turned around, his eyebrows furrowing. "Watch it." The man - obviously way older than Mark - grinned and approached him. Mark blinked and back up but the man grabbed him by the waist and pulling him close, trying to kiss him. Mark turned his head and pushed against his chest. "Knock it off! Let go of me, you creep." The man laughed and pinned Mark to the wall, literally tossing his drink to the floor. He grabbed Mark's wrist and pinned them above his head. Mark's eyes widened as the man leaned in and began kissing his neck. "Y-Yah!" He struggled.

@▼ Mark Taceyeon released another sigh and slumped down on the table as the beauty walked away. Mentally he slapped himself for being such a and not having enough balls to converse properly with another human being. However, his mumbles of complains halt to a stop when he sees the bartender smiling, making him smile too, drunkenly. The brunette then staggered over to this over bartender who was not the one who flashed a nice smile. “Where was the other bar… bartender who was here?” he asked, slurring his words. The bartender’s eyes spelled out worry, but silently pointed to the bathrooms and he began to walk there, bumping into people.

@♛ Taecyeon Mark looked up at the new customer and listened to his order before he nodded. "Coming right up!" He said with his usual signature - yet stunning - smile. He began to mix the drinks up to the drink that the man had ordered. He handed him the drink and wiped his hands with a towel, letting out a breathe. He looked over at the other bartender. "Hey, could you hold up the fort for a minute or so? I need a bathroom break."