nightclub

@〈 kim mingyu 〉ʇʞɹɯ The clubs in Hell were awful. 99.9% of the time, they were packed with emotionally, mentally, and/or ually charged demons, ramped up 10x by way of ridiculously strong alcohol, and the entire atmosphere gave Jimin headaches bad enough that she considered pitching them as a new torture method for damned souls. In short, she hated demon clubs and usually preferred hanging out somewhere topside, on Earth. She wasn't particularly fond of human clubs either - namely because they involved a concentration of humans - but they were usually way less exhausting to wallflower in. Plus, humans were idiots and nothing was more entertaining than watching a human screw up their life with just one night and a little bit of ty booze. With the recent influx of employees, ones that HR had to help tend to and orient, the wrath demon was more than eager to get the hell out of, well, Hell at the end of the extra-long work week.

This trip to Earth was a little different as she wouldn't be at it alone. She vaguely remembers the conversation that brought up Mingyu's lack of human club experience, but it was the one thing that stuck with her. Sure, the male had been to Earth clubs before, but he'd never experienced all they had to offer and that seemed near sacrilege to Jimin. To her, you couldn't just go and get lost in the masses of sweaty, hormonal human bodies. That was boring. The real fun came from watching mistakes be made and maybe even giving a light push toward bigger ones. It was fun to watch fake, lust fueled relationships be built and place bets on how long they would last. Alternatively, it was fun watching relationships be destroyed by stupid mistakes worth only the 5 bucks paid for the catalytic alcohol. Jimin was determined to get Mingyu to stop taking things so seriously and (from what she could see) at face value for once and invited him along.

The Hellevator let out in some random commercial building across the street so Jimin decided to just wait outside of the club, leaning against the brick wall a little ways away from the entry line. She exhaled softly, already feeling an abundance of stress lift from her shoulders, but quickly shut as the expelled breath crystallized before dissipating in the air before her. The demon made quick work of lowering her body temperature for the colder Earth atmosphere, so she could appear as human as possible. It was the middle of summer, she couldn't just go around breathing ice. Coming out of her reverie, she noticed some random guy looking her way, doing what she assumed was a poor attempt at silent flirting. Harrowingly uninterested, Jimin sent a crushed can flying at his head and turned her attention elsewhere as she waited on Mingyu.