▪ (Brothel) The White House

@Won Jongjin "I don't? Damn..." Aoi mumbled, frowning and shrugging one delicate shoulder before promptly ignoring the rest of his beer. "That stuff takes horrific." He admitted, shaking his head. "I don't know why anyone drinks it. You'd have to be already stone drunk to even get a glass down." He said, sighing and giving the room one last once over before he gave up looking for any demons today. He would have to try somewhere else tomorrow. Another wasted trip, but maybe he would get something out of today after all. He turned his full attention to the man sitting next to him and smiled. "Well, I suppose it's a compliment that I don't look like the average man here. I've never been here before, but judging by how well you know this place, you already knew that."

@Aoi Kamo Jongjin's lips curled up into a pleased smile when his self-invitation to sit down worked out. He had been going to sit down either way, but it was nice the first impression was mutually good. His interest in the other rose considerably, when the pretty stranger clearly did not mind him actually being here to visit a 'friend'. Then again, they were both sitting in a brothel. "Oh no, it's fine.", he assured the other and motioned to said 'friend' who had just hooked a customer and was disappearing into the back rooms. "There, she's quite busy I shouldn't bother her now anyway~," he hummed, a hint of amusement in his voice. Then, he turned his full attention back to other male. "My name is Jongjin, I'm sure it'll be a pleasure to have made your acquaintance." The shape-shifter paused for a moment, before continuing. He was tempted to ask why the other was here, he certainly did not seem like the type. At least not the type to be a client, but he'd be keeping that thought to himself. ... Ah it. "The beers no good here, but nobody comes here for drinks anyway. Except you, clearly. " He smiled, well more like smirked. "If I didn't know everyone here, I'd say you worked here. You don't really 'blend' with the average clientele~"

@Won Jongjin Aoi blinked twice as he regarded the stranger, his sharp dismissal dying on his tongue as he realized whoever this person was they weren't human. He wasn't the incubus Aoi had been hoping for, but something was better than nothing. So he smiled and nodded, "Of course, have a seat." He followed the strangers gaze to one of the , raising an questioning eyebrow. "Am I keeping you from an appointment?" He asked, looking back at the handsome stranger. "I can wait, I'm not going anywhere for a while." He assured, gesturing to his nearly full glass of beer. Whoever, whatever, this creature was, Aoi wanted to know more about him but he was wiling to wait. Besides, he wasn't here looking for handsome men, he was here looking for demons. He needed to at least pretend to work for a little longer before he indulged himself in a snack.

@Aoi Kamo Jongjin entered the brothel and head straight for the door, where his favourite 'friend' was waiting for him already with s spilling and all. The whole package. At least that had been the plan just a minute ago. Now he was heading straight for the bar, after noticing a person with incredibly soft-looking hair. He didn't look too pleased with the world, but that had never stopped Jongjin from hitting on someone. It was hard to say with his dress if he was male or female, but the shape-shifter had screwed enough boys and girls to tell. And so he swept in, with his charming smile on his lips and a (dirty) glint in his eyes. "Hello there pretty~" He smirked and motioned at the seat next to the stranger. "May I?" Out of the corner of his eye he could see his 'friend' by the door huff and Jongjin flashed her an apologetic smile and made a gesture that unmistakably meant he'd make this up to her in full. Females were quite troublesome to keep happy, but it was worth it. Not to mention it was hard to find like-minded males to be 'gay' with. And not the Wordsworth kind of gay.

@Won Jongjin Aoi sighed to himself and eyed the amber liquid in his glass with a mixture of disgust and resignation. Honestly, he hated this world and the creatures that were destroying it with their mere existence. If he didn't have to be here, he wouldn't be. He would rather not be, but he wasn't about to just give up his crown because of a distaste for beer and the stench of humanity. He picked up the glass, forcing back the nausea and taking the smallest sip he could. He was supposed to be 'blending in'. He couldn't just sit there and leave his glass full. He wished he could leave, but he hadn't found what he was looking for yet. In a place like there, there were bound to be demons. He was looking specifically for an incubus, where better than a brothel to find a demon? All he had to do was bide his time and wait. Eventually one would come, and that was worth stomaching the horrific concoction that humans seemed to love so much.