◦ nightclub

@h. gayoon ᵗˢᵘᵏᶦᵗᵃᶜʰᶦ “Of course, a “k”. You’re a er for drinks”. Tokitatsu let out the slightest of smiles on that, despite the mocking roll of his eyeballs, hand going up to push something from the bridge of his nose as he did. If he didn’t at all end up in this world, he’d still be wearing his glasses, which, in all honesty was one thing he’d miss the most. A good thing however, is Dongwoon’s eyesight. The glasses were still a hassle to fix every now and then. The habit however, is one that’s hard to kill.

Letting go of the other’s surprisingly slender wrist, Tokitatsu went on to removing the coat from her, even folding it as he walked further inside the building. After all, even if Tsukitachi was inside this woman’s body, it’s still… a woman’s body and that’s how others would see it.

“Just how long have you been inside that body?” he asked the other, taking a seat by the bar. He tried his best to keep his eyes out of the dance floor, bodies grinding onto each other wasn’t really the most pleasant of sights. Adding the music playing painfully loud, the only thing that would be enjoyable at this moment would be a good drink and of course, a talk with Tsukitachi.

@s. dongwoon ᵗᵒᵏᶦᵗᵃᵗˢᵘ Being draged by Dongwoon that is now housing the very leader of Circus, Tokitatsu. Gayoon can't help but smile toward hi-herself as the amusement is present within her. Being under the influence of the alchohol h-she just drunk, Gayoon cannot help but not recognize where the hell they are going.

Recognizing the blasting sounds and dancing bodies, Tsukitachi can't help but laught halfheartedly as she now know that the now bigger man recognized her aim in letting him know who he is. Well hearing most of the hated comment of his bestfriend towards his brother, whenever the chances of him getting drunk was quite the amusing thing to watch in the perception of Tsukitachi.

Hearing the man ask the now she Captain of a drink Tsukitachi can't help but agree, Well who would disagree if the head of ... former head asked her to a drink...? Well Tsukitachi isn't.
"Well as long as uou pay for them it's a K"
Came the slurred voice of Gayoon, still Tsukitachi cannot believe the fact the voice that he is to use now is a woman's, noticing rhe fact that his now new body is still wearing her lab coat, tried removing the said coat but failed miserably for her hand is still being held hostage of her companion, thinking that she'll look like a doc visiting the place Gayoon can't help but ask the man to help him remove her coat, "Sir-uh bruh, can u let go of the hand or be a gentleman and remove the coat?"

@h. gayoon ᵗˢᵘᵏᶦᵗᵃᶜʰᶦ Tokitatsu just /had/ to drag Gayoon in with him outside to hail a taxi. Ever since he'd heard the name "Tsukitachi" slip from her lips he had already grown suspicion on the man. A drunkard? Seemingly yes. Talkative? A definite. He continued to convince himself of these freaky and obscure coincidences and it worked perfectly fine for him! It was all until Gayoon mentioned three more names that he was sure. No, it wouldn't be possible for it to be just a mere coincidence and so there he was, holding her by the wrist as they got out in front of the club.

He decided that it was probably for the best if they were to talk about it over somewhere crowded, somewhere they wouldn't be noticed. Music blasted from within and through the walls of the building. Too loud for his taste. He preferred places of tranquil like his old office, something he had missed. He had no choice. If this woman, who has Tsukitachi inside of her drink with him in Dongwoon's- or well, now his house, there was no doubt she'd be able to empty every bottle down to the last drop and he hated the idea. The bottles of liquor in his home were proved to be old and fine- he didn't want all of it gone in just one night.

As he let go from his grip on the latter, he proceeded to pulling his tie away and undoing the buttons of his jacket. After all, he'd look out of place if he went in still looking like a businessman. "So I just have to admit, you are one talkative transgender". He started off, stopping just in front of the entrance. "Say, would it be alright if the drinks are all on me, First Ship Captain?" he asked the latter, his head looking down due to their height difference. He wasn't at all used to talking with Tsukitachi like this- well obviously from the fact that he was now in the body of a woman.

He wasn't the only one to get lost in another world after all. 

@k. taehyung ᵖʳᶦⁿᶜᵉ ʰᵃⁿˢ oh ing hell. katsuki already regrets agreeing to come to this party—not that he even really agreed in the first place. if it weren't for seulgi's friend going a little too far in convincing him to come, he would still be at home, t r a i n i n g. plus, as far as he's concerned, he's still a boy in his teenage years, having just became legal this year, and he hasn't drunk a single shot of liquor in his whole life. despite his rather brash personality, he's still a hero in training—a hero that has already gotten his provisional hero license—and he respects the rules almost as much as any other goody-two-shoes out there, if not more. even when he's been considered a delinquent back in his world—maybe even here too, who knows, right?—he never smoked, never drank alcohol, and never did anything against the law except for that one teeny-tiny bit that forbade non-licensed heroes to use their quirks without permission, but to his credit, he uses his in self-defense, okay? but he can't promise he didn't use it for other things as well.

the flashing lights of the bar aren't enough to blind or make him feel dizzy, but what he doesn't like, however, is the fact that the place is full of -ton of people, skin against skin, crotches grinding against others' backs and in all honesty, katsuki thinks it's ing disgusting to dance against a stranger like that. what is he doing here, even? he feels the stares and all the attention on him as he walks into the bar, trying to avoid the dance floor with all his might. he's gorgeous and he ing knows it. if there was one thing right about the body he's now in, it was that kang seulgi is a damn beautiful lady, and he's been reminded of that every single day when he wakes up for at least a year now. his attire isn't as revealing as the other ladies in the rooms, but the black tight leather jeans on his—seulgi's—pretty long legs and a white dress shirt, a black coat covering his shoulders and arms seem to suit him just fine. he's not used to women's fashion just yet, so he went with what he's most comfortable with—a fashionable men's outfit.

this may not be a party attire, but he isn't here to ing party. he knows he's here to be a chaperone to seulgi's more than just wild and spontaneous friends, and he's here to keep them from getting arrested or doing anything that they may regret in the end and bother him for not doing anything to stop them. katsuki slides into a table, ignoring the hungry eyes of those around him—hah, ing grovel, mongrels—and plops himself into a seat, arms crossed in front of his chest and legs folded similar to how a man sits without much class. he wonders how he can get home early without having to leave the idiots behind. should he make them drink more than they should during the first thirty minutes so they can get drunk quicker, and that'll give him the chance to leave? he blinks at the dance floor. his ing friends—wait no, damn, not his, but seulgi's—are already gone and deep within the crowd on the dance floor and he can only click tongue in annoyance. "those ers."

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