჻ Neon Night Club

@[GL] Lee Sung Kyung ( don't worry about ;A; I end up doing the same..or not^^' )

Suga was just about ready to quit. This is why he hated clubs. He had barley made it through the floor intact, and it wasn't even his fault...maybe.

His hair had become an unruly mess after being stopped halfway, by an overly giggly girl who decided she wanted to wear his favorite beanie he had been sporting; Taking it upon herself to reach out and grab it, then promptly placing it on her head. Batting her oversized false lashes up at him, pulling him close by the collar, and sending a chill down his spine, as she yelled into his ear, "How do I look?" Cringing, Suga took a few steps back, "I don't give a ," came his curt response, "Now give me back my hat," snatching it away from atop her head.

He could see the tears beginning to pool in her eyes, as muffled sobs began to rang out. "I don't have time for this..." Backing up slowly, he began to make his way back towards his destination, when he felt a strong grip on his left shoulder. He was spun around, eyes meeting up with someone twice his size. "You's the one who made my girl cry?" Not waiting for a response, he turned to face the girl, mascara already running down her face, asking if the one behind him had been the guy to make her cry. Nodding her head, he turned his attention back to body he had his grip on. "Listen man, I don't want any trouble," Suga tried to reason, bringing his hands up in defense. "Shoulda thought of that when yous was hitting on my girl!" "I wasn't hitting on your-" doubling over, he felt the impact of the bigger mans punch hit his abdomen.

Needless to say, security swooped in; Escorting the two individuals out of the club, as he staggered his way out of the dance floor, steps slowed and his favorite beanie lost in the altercation. Finally out in the clearing, he made his way past the bar, until someone's voice had caught his attention. "Yah! What's the hurry, sugar? Stop for a drink and I'll show you my special 'K-O combo'!" Turning to the source, a genuine smile on appeared on his face, thoughts of his beloved beanie already gone, as he sees the barista calling out to him. Taking up an empty seat, he slams his fist on the countertop, "Give me whatever will make the pain go away."

Clubs weren't really Suga's scene. He'd much prefer the dimmed lit alleyways and the cool breeze that would flow in from the streets over the bright flashy lights and the blaring speakers, but he wasn't complaining because the money was good and so were the perks; Drinks on the house and his own private lounge.

The night out was cold, as per usual, when he began to see the end of what he assumed was the line to get into the club. Not bothering to wait in line, he walked right up to the bouncer, receiving a few glares and some choice words, and simply told the man in black his name, and was quickly ushered in

Once inside, Suga has to adjust his eyes to the darkness that was engulfed with multicolored lights flashing across dance floor, but not bright enough to reach beyond that.

He was told he could find the employees lounge towards the back where the bar was, so he decides it's faster to cut through the dance floor.

He feels eyes wander onto him as bodies swaying left and right, press up against him, rubbing themselves onto him. Disgusted, he quickly shoves them off, and continues making his way through.

It's very crowded tonight, he noted.