☆ Nightclub

@☆ Jaeho ( w0wie this is late-- otl gomen. )

Sen raised his freshly lit cigarette to his lips, taking a long drag and closing his eyes in utter, intoxicating bliss. This was the way to break your body -- not with alcohol or drugs, but with tobacco. He felt a wry smile tug at the corners of his lips, curling them upwards as he released his death sentence in long swirls of grey smoke, not even halfway through when one of his terrifyingly tall friends stirred beside him and leant down to whisper in his ear. He commented on a stylish girl who was standing by the wall, like them, and who was wearing a decent dress along with a beautifully mastered look of boredom. And on top of that, she didn't look like a downright , no, she seemed like the type to turn most men down. Sen honestly considered it for a few moments, eyeing her with a raised eyebrow. He trapped the remaining smoke in his mouth, finding it helped him think, and after a few seconds he made up his mind. Blowing the last tendrils of tobacco out of his system he muttered a soft 'not my type tonight' and made it clear he wasn't going to be persuaded by glancing up at the male with a firm nod. His friend understood. It wasn't the first time he'd had one of his so-called "mood swings", the nickname had been invented by some homophobic idiots at work, and it wasn't anyone else's business who he was interested in anyway. Which /tonight/ meant males, preferrably younger, though not by much. And just as Sen was about to settle on some cute punk who'd been staring at him for the whole night already, someone on the dancefloor caught his attention quite abruptly. It was such an amusing coincidence to see /him/ that Sen allowed himself a fox-like grin, catching all of his friends' attention before they looked to the dancing mass and understood its reason of existence, letting out light laughs. The photographer would always have a habit of messing with old friends' feelings, especially if they happened to be Kim Jaeho. The thought of teasing the out of him was the first exciting one that night, and Sen quickly donated his cigarette to some stranger passing by as he stood up straight. "Tell you what - I'll take that chick, but just to get to Jae, naturally." He was off with a carefree laugh before they could try and stop him, sauntering over to the girl and convincing her to dance with him in only a few minutes. New record, really. The pair blended into the dancing crowd with ease, simply following the movements of the others and letting their drunk flow do all the work. It was actually quite fun, even if Sen's mind was on the male only a few bodies away from him. He was obviously drunk, although not by much. That fact still made the photographer smirk though. Oh, he was really going to mess with Jaeho's head tonight. He grabbed the girl's waist and danced closer to his target with her, though thank God she hadn't noticed anything. Guess she was drunk too. "Tch." He let the soft, amused sound out as he subtly shoved someone out of the way, knowing it would get swallowed up by the music. His back was now pressed against the younger male's and a satisfied smirk tugged at his lips. Perfect. Leaning closer, much closer, he let his head roll back and rest lightly on Jaeho's shoulder, so lightly he wouldn't even notice for a few moments. The elder then turned his face towards the male's ear, partially obscured by a mass of messy grey-blond hair. Damn did that colour look good on him. Parting his lips slowly, clearly savouring every moment of their close proximity, Sen cooed the one thing that would have Jaeho's memories of him flooding back, the childish nickname he had given him when they were younger. "Jae-chan." And as soon as it left his being and escaped into the heated air he pulled back, focusing on the girl in front of him but still dancing oh so closely to the other.

@☆ Sunggyu Yifan lifted his head and rolled it about, loosening his neck; he noted in the meanwhile that the bar wasn't as empty as it once was - another fellow decided to avoid the dance floor too. It wasn't every night that Yifan took the chance to chat someone up, but once in a while, it didn't hurt to meet new personas (granted, his business allowed for that day-in, day-out).
"Is this seat open?" Yifan asks, gesturing to the seat between him and the newcomer, offering a small smile - certainly amicable but true to his reserved self.

@☆ Yifan Since it was nearing the end of the month, and Sunggyu still had some extra money left to spend, he decided to give himself a treat. Stepping into a nightclub has always made him uncomfortable and awkward-- the loud music and the dim lighting, along with bodies rubbing against bodies. As usual, he avoided the dance floor, and made his way to the bar. He had never been picky about where he sits-- so he just plopped down onto a stool and ordered a rather cheap drink that he had always drank. Sunggyu always kept to himself at clubs, not willing to socialise or dance. He preferred drinking by himself, getting a little drunk-- but sober enough to get himself home-- and think about things.

@☆ Sen The night was young, the club was alive, and better yet, the girls were hot and flirty; nothing screamed 'go for it' more than this. It was a good idea to come out tonight, wanting to get away from those ever-hovering parents of his. Sure, he moved out and lived on his own now, but that didn't stop them from calling him up and checking in every minute of every hour in the day. The constant nagging of when their son would finally settle down and grant them their much wished for grandchildren. He was ing twenty one-going on twenty two-for 's sake! He didn't need the pressure of settling down and finding a potential bride so soon. No, Jaeho just wanted to live and breathe a little. He still had time to find 'the one' and that wasn't today or tomorrow or within the next two or three years, preferably. What he needed now, was a few drinks in his system and maybe a few girls to get down and dirty with, if he was lucky, and boy, was he always. Downing the rest of his drink in one gulp, Jaeho then grabbed the nearest girl's wrist and dragged her over the the dancefloor, not minding the other hot sweaty bodies bumping and grinding into him. Tonight was the night to just let himself loose and forget all the usual stress from his life.

@☆ Woobin Still sore from the battering he got yesterday after a tussle with the surf, Yifan slouched a little on his stool at the bar. His balance was honed enough that he knew he wouldn't fall, and yes, it looked sloppy but sitting up was almost unbearable for long bouts of time. Twirling his vibrantly colored martini about, Yifan was lost in thought by the way the ice flowed around, and the way the condensation on the granite surface formed circles whenever the drink was picked up. He had nothing on his mind, and wasn't really there for anything more than a change of scenery. It was a nice break to the monotony of work; even though the sea was ever changing, Yifan got tired of the same sands, the same smells, the same murky water, and yet it always pulled him back.
Taking a sip of his drink, Yifan spared the crowd a glance. 'Nahh - not tonight,' he decided, figuring that although he was out, his battered body needed some rest.