BlueMoon Bar and Lounge

@Kevin Kibum watched on, curious, as the boy found his voice to be lost, growing curious himself when Kevin pulled out his phone and began to type. The action rendered Kibum indignant. Why would he bother with discussion when he probably knew he would just end up texting or whatever? So he was pleasantly surprised when Kevin flashed the device in his face for him to read. He had been about to say something when the other resumed typing and he kept his mouth shut until he was given another message to read. "Water, you can get water. Anything else would be bad for your throat.

@Kibum Kevin nodded in understanding and wheezed, trying to speak. He ran his hands through his hair in exasperation as he realized he had somehow lost his voice from the drug. What had he been given? Whatever it was, it was not to be messed with and was obviously made for malicious purposes. Shrugging and letting out a shallow sigh, Kevin looked for something to write with and then pulled out his phone, going to the memo/notes app it had and started making up a lie. "I... can't really talk. Like literally, I cannot make sound. But it's okay, I guess I'm just really unhealthy," he prefaced before hitting enter twice on the keyboard and then typing again. "Can I order a drink? Or should I not, since it's gonna be you paying for stuff...?" it said as Kevin noted that Kibum didn't want to talk about the previous question for some reason

@Kevin "Kind of collapsed?" Kibum gave the boy a quizzical look, noticing the boy's momentary pause of consideration. "I'm good friends with the guy that runs this place... And I paid quite a bit of money," He told Kevin part of the truth to his odd question despite his suspicions that the boy really didn't want to be asked what was wrong and was therefore using any other topic to avoid it. Kibum hoped that the matter wasn't pressed, even though there wasn't much else for two strangers to discuss. He didn't want to scare the boy with the rest of the truth.

@Kibum Kevin smiled weakly, nodded, and took Kibum's hand as he sat himself up into a more comfortable position before continuing. "Oh, but I am intruding, though... You seemed quite content here before I kinda... collapsed here," he chuckled breathlessly and held back a groan and a small cry of pain. 'Had there been a fight out there...?' he asked himself in his head. He shrugged it off and looked at the slightly older male. "Uhm... so how'd you get the privilege of being in this quieter part of the club?" he asked out of the blue.

@Kevin Kibum watched the stranger shakily pick himself up, gripping onto the arm of the couch for dear life as he hauled his body up. It didn't cooperate with his apparent need for a hasty exit. Instead, it crumpled in on itself weakly and he fell to the plush leather of the couch with a pained grunt. "You're not intruding... Kevin." He spoke smoothly to the other male who, if Kibum looked past the pain and smoothed out the creases caused by stress, he was sure that he would see a man barely younger than himself. "I'm Kibum," he said with his hand extended.

@Kibum Kevin shook his head and gave the stranger a forced smile. "Ah, no, it's okay... I really probably shouldn't be here," he said, grabbing the couch and using it to stand up. Although he would have much preferred to stop at the couch and just lay there, he didn't want anyone, stranger or friend, to see him in any pain. He grunted and ended up falling onto the cushions. "I guess I'm staying here..." he mumbled, looking at the other male. "Well, since I won't be moving from here for a while... I'm Kevin. Sorry for intruding on your peaceful... room?" he shrugged and introduced himself

@Kevin "No, I just... Wouldn't you rather sit on the couch?" Kibum furrowed his brows at the young man on the floor. He was obviously in pain, and his behaviour was odd for someone who found themselves in that kind of situation. There was no hint of self-preservation instincts; he had been about to take an order from a complete stranger. Most people avoided eye contact and sat at the other end of the room to feel sorry for themselves. He was... not doing that, and it confused Kibum to no end.

@Kibum Kevin blinked and rubbed his eyes as he sat up straighter, whimpering slightly at the pain. "Uh... Y-Yeah..." he stammered out his lie, quickly tucking in his shirt and adjusting his hair. "Sh-should I not be here?" he tilted his head as his voice gained a more panicked tone to it. Adjusting his sitting position again he groaned. "Oh... Wait... Did you want to sit here alone?" he mumbled, looking around and trying to stand up to move away

((And then I move to mobile. OTL))

@Kevin Kibum might has well have been invisible with the way the young man ignored his existence, though his behaviour made it apparent that he was in some pain. And he wasn't exactly dressed for the occassion, clothes torn and stained. It made the lawyer frown in confusion. Adding to his problems, problems that were probably trivial in comparison to the rooms only other occupant, he couldn't decide whether to leave the boy be and let him wallow in whatever it was that he was feeling, or offer him a helping hand and a seat more comfortable than the cold, hard ground. "Are you okay?" He spoke up anyway.

@Kibum Kevin ran a hand through his blondish hair, stumbling around a little bit. He seemed like he was a little bit drunk, although he was actually drugged and had been forced to drink something very strong. His friend had taken him, the bait or the pawn, to another drug deal in the farthest-back part of the alley near this place. And, since his friend didn't have enough money to pay for the dosages he had bought a while ago, the other male there, for some reason, had stabbed a needle into Kevin's arm and mixed some alcohol into his system. Kevin didn't exactly remember what had happened after that, but his friend had left him there, so he decided to walk in and hopefully find some water or some restrooms where he didn't have to sit in the cold.
He came to just a bit and looked at his clothes. A little stained from the alcohol and torn. Had there been a struggle? He shrugged and ended up sliding onto the floor near the quieter part of the club, groaning as the mystery drug started to give him severe stomach pains.

((Sorry it's lame, but meh ><))

@Kevin Kibum relaxed into the plush chair that he currently found himself in. He was well-connected, thanks to his career choices, and so he had barely had to lift his finger to get to the only semi-quiet and civilised part of the club. From his vantage point he could see everything. The bar, the door, the dance floor and the DJ. And he was enjoying the tranquility that came with watching the world go by as people partied the hours away, living in the moment and all that, until his peace was intruded upon by a caramel haired boy who looked wholly out of place in a club such as this.