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@jaebum i｡ᵗʰᵃⁿᵃᵗᵒˢ She slide her glass over to the bartender, shooting him a flirtatious smile. "Would you mind getting me a Whiskey? On the rocks" she asked, to which he responded with a smile as he went to fill her glass. She turned back to Thanatos, pondering her answer for a second. She could tell, even with his body language that he seemed tense, even if he didn't realize it himself. "You seem so... reserved, almost like you don't really like showing yourself-" she began, pausing when the bartender came back with her drink, letting her know it was on the house. "Thanks, love" she simply stated, brushing him off to continue her conversation with the man sitting beside her. "I haven't even seen you smile once this entire time. You're in the city of Paris, humans call it the city of love. You should be having fun, Thanatos" she explained, taking her glass in her hand and giving it a small swirl before taking a sip.

@chaerin l｡ᵉⁿʸᵒ "Whiskey." The word comes out blunt, an intonation lacking substance, because simply put, he said it out of acknowledgement. He's nodding once, then another time towards the waiter and shoving the glass to the edge of the counter. The male is tall, a bit muscular, broody, and bearing an expression of abhorrence. Perhaps towards this job, he notes, considering he's one of the few bartenders working this formidable shift. Thanatos spares a glance around, tallying in on the swarm of men and women alike desiring intoxication. "Old fashioned," he mouthed towards the bartender, who gives him a small nod in return whilst seizing the cup in his hand. He doesn't surveil him for long, because he's turning towards the female beside him and granting her a small shrug. "What do you mean by that?" A genuine question, he can never fathom why his colleagues view him as somewhat of an uptight and stiff deity.

@jaebum i｡ᵗʰᵃⁿᵃᵗᵒˢ She looks over to his drink, eyeing it closely before nodding her head. "I'm more of a whiskey kind of girl" she stated, glancing over at her cup as she raised it slightly to prove her point. If being on earth taught her anything, it was that alcohol could erase anything and the feeling of the buzz and the uncaring attitude it allowed her to exhibit was something that she enjoyed. You could not find a character more reckless and carefree than Enyo, but the excitement and spontaneity she portrayed lure even the most recluse people. She was the truest form of chaos. She finished up the rest of her drink, placing the glass back onto the bar in front of her. She twisted her stool so that her body face her companion, eyeing him closely, a grin on her face. "Do you ever let loose, Thanatos? Or Jaebum, as they call you here" she asked, a smile of amusement playing on her lips.

@chaerin l｡ᵉⁿʸᵒ "Sweet," it comes out in a murmur, a reverberation of utmost incertitude for his position on the taste. He's raising the cup once again, leaning forward so that his elbows are propped up on the ceramic tile of the counter, and introduces the fluid to his dehydrated cavern. It's yearning, in need of a succulence that could only be granted by the human ambrosia, a substance they called a Mojito. A peculiar name — simple, just like the drink. But even in its simplicity it dances beautifully upon his taste-buds in which he savored oh so selfishly, the distinct flavour dancing deliciously on his tongue as if choreographed to perfection. A single taste would ignite a greed for more — a fact he knows fully well — an act of gluttony this weakened form succumbed to so readily. He snarls at this idea, yet he's tilting his head back in rancor and consuming every bit of the last drop.

@jaebum i｡ᵗʰᵃⁿᵃᵗᵒˢ Enyo, Chaerin as she was known on this earth, twirled her clear glass on the table; the auburn colored liquid swirling inside. This was the first time she was out in this city, Paris, and of course the best place to start would be the club. The large mass of people, the thundering music and how chaotic it was; this was the perfect place for her to thrive. She took a sip of her drink, the liquor burning , but not enough for it to satisfy her. She turned to gaze at the male sitting next to her, eyeing him once over before replying to his question. "Not strong enough", her answer was playful, a mischievous grin adorning her features. She knew he wasn't a man of many words, but she mad it her mission to night to get him to loosen up. "Yours?" she asked, tilting her head to the side as she took another sip from her glass.

@chaerin l｡ᵉⁿʸᵒ The liquor is sweet, decadent, and burns in the back of his throat.
He's seated upon a stool under the glowing lights of the bar, neon and an absolute eyesore, but no less beautiful. The array of alcohol is propped up within circular stabds, angling in such perfection that it catches the hues of electric blue, pink, and green in a kaleidoscope that entrances the eye. Liquid swirls around the glass as he holds the delicate container in his own lithe fingers, rocking back and forth and he's eyeing it, the belligerent waves of the translucent, titian hues crashing along the surface of clear walls as the strength of a phenolic scent drifts to his nose so pleasantly. He takes another sip, clearing his throat just slightly whilst turning to the female seated beside him. "How's your drink?" A simple inquiry, undeniably lacking of substance but it's better off than silence. It's a start.

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@selena g｡ᵃᵖʰʳᵒᵈᶦᵗᵉ Onyx spheres flicker down to their linked arms, a stiff visage unwavering though his brow just slightly. He's clearing his throat, nodding his head once in agreement as he takes a step mirroring hers, before silently leading her to their desired destination. Though his eyes remain undeviating, occasionally does he glance around in awe of the illumination that decorates the city in different colors; all bright, all uniquely telling its own story. Paris is beautiful, he notes [lost in thought] and begins to appreciate their little "vacation". He's silent, lips pressed into their usual, inexpressive demeanor, but when she speaks he reciprocates out of courtesy. "Not really," he admits with a small sigh. "I don't typically enjoy a crowded space."

@jaebum i｡ᵗʰᵃⁿᵃᵗᵒˢ "It's still nice to hear compliments sometimes, but thank you," The girl responded quietly, teeth gently sinking into her lower lip. Not to be cocky at all, but it was true that people complimented her frequently. However, it meant the most when it was people she really cared about. Her right hand nudged beneath his arm to link with ease, head nodding once with a step forward. "We shall." And with that, they were on their way. As they stepped along to their destination, her eyes shifted around the city within the night - all whilst humming a small tune. "Do you go to clubs a lot?" She questioned, turning her attention back to the male.

() gotchu babe <3

@sooyoung p｡ᵇᶦᵃ He needs more than ‘some’ help. Her arm is so small, and she barely manages to get the groping palm away from him, but he’s thankful that someone familiar was of aid. Surprisingly, her hands on him like this don’t rile him — perhaps it’s the whiskey that lulls him? — and he merely bends to place a kiss atop the crown of her loopy, drunken head.

“A little flat, but it still works for me! The amount of kids I have—!” The music had done a reverse, and his words weren’t nearly as drowned out as he thought. Bless it be that the people around him don’t understand, and are merely squinting at him out of curiosity. Yikes. Yifan’s hand moves down her waist, fighting off anyone that may dip their fingers in places they shouldn’t, his gaze one solely of protection.

Whsikey is not the best for him. Why in any god’s name was he a serious drunk? These mortal ales — he misses his amber. That said, he plucks the drink from her, and sips at it, languidly so; “Why does your drink have a firey taste to it?! It burns going down,” And he likes it.

@yifan w｡ᶻᵉᵘˢ Partly because she wanted to frget studies and partly because she wanted “clubbing in france” etched on her mortal tombstone, Sooyoung sought no better way to hide among the humans by being human. ‘When in Rome,’ she placated herself, the whiskey leaving a tingle in and a quick, heady onset of inebriation settled in. her hips moved with every beat (regardless of if it was on beat) and she couldnt help but laugh at Yifan’s predicament; she was sure she felt a hand on her own but with the way the bodies were packed close together she had no choice to to lean into the taller.

“Need some help?” she yells into his ear, the best that one can do in this kind of erractic environment and her hands come around his waist to swat away the stranger. Sooyoung is pressed up to his chest with a drunken drink and her own hands protecting his . “It’s a little flat but still cute!”

@sooyoung p｡ᵇᶦᵃ Whiskey is quite possibly one of the finest things he’s tasted, after amber, of course. Divine, and burns his throat as he zips back shot after shot, his tab rising higher than the heavens and Olympus themselves; the lively one next to him doesn’t aid in the egging on of drinking, seeing her take it all back like a champion fit for the stars, using that as leverage for a challenge that doesn’t exist.

Her howl pierces his ears, and the next thing he knows, he’s being tugged from the safety of his chair to the dance floor, nearly spilling the last shot of whiskey. Narrowly misses his mouth, too. “Yeesh,” Yifan isn’t the best dancer. Never has been. Why does one think he usually becomes an animal? Animals don’t dance. He sidles up beside the other, towering over most, that firey itch of alcohol finally running loose in his veins.

There’s a hand on his and it isn’t a females.

What has she gotten him into?

Sooyoung's hand smacks against the sleek granite counter as she downs the third shot of burbon, the beat of some new foreign bop pounding through the club as it hit's the trap-influenced rap portion. stung, but good /god/, she felt more alive than she did in the weeks prior, stuffed up in her room and studying like her life depended on it. The thing with Sooyoung was that this girl didn't do anything half assed, she put all her energy into it and the vacation was the best time.

Wine color lips, stained with some lip stain she had been recommended to use by Tristan, part with a wild howl as she pulls away from the bar with a reinvigorated spirits and pulls your hand along into the crowd. "C'mon-- no better time than now!!"

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