⦁　nightclub

@james ˢʰᵉᵉᵖ [ thanks for rping here, sweets! a smol prize has been added to your profile! ;u; ]

@youngkyun ᵉˡᵉᵖʰᵃⁿᵗ [ thanks for rping here, sweets! a smol prize has been added to your profile! ;u; ]

@james ˢʰᵉᵉᵖ There were very few givens in this world, but Youngkyun knew that at least two of them would still be in full effect despite the disgusting levels of false cheer and goodwill people painted on this time of year. No, what he was looking for was best described as lust... Lust and alcohol. He never quite partook in one of the two, but wherever you could smell pheromones floating through the air, you could be sure most people who were lying weren't trying to sell this "Be good for Santa" that everyone else was on, and that was all that the young elephant needed. A break from the fake.

Finding what appeared to be the only nightclub in this town was hardly difficult given his wonderful sense of smell and attuned sense of hearing, but God, was getting there a nightmare. Carolers. Bell Ringers. People dressed up like Santa, Elves, and far too many light-up Christmas sweaters for his liking. The thought alone was enough to make him cringe as he slid his fake ID at the door. Exquisitely made, it had ensured his passage through such places since he was a fair boy of 16; at which time it named him as twenty. As far as anybody knew now, he was twenty three, just like his ID said. Passing it off once more to the bartender, he pulled out a clip for his cash and slid several large bills across the counter for his bottle - One of quite the spectacular aged scotch, something that was far older than he.

Taking the bottle and the glass with a solid sigh, his neck cracked, first one way, then the next as he tuned out the music to survey his surroundings and the people that came with it. Nodding to another solo patron that seemed to be enjoying another fine blend - though this of fermented grapes he had no real taste for - he left the interaction at such, not wanting to break the tired, bored looking reverie that the other seemed so encased in. Instead, he focused only on pouring himself drinks, a few fingers' worth at a time, sipping at the amber colored liquid without pulling a face. He was too seasoned to this for a good, smoky scotch to earn such a thing, unlike most of the kids who came here to order the same thing did so just as a show of their wealth, shooting it back like dollar-store whiskey and wondering why their heads hurt so badly the next morning. What a waste - just like all the pheromones that were left clotting the air, the useless -driven haze that floated around barely even making his ears wiggle. "Some ing holiday..." He muttered to nobody in particular, lifting his glass in a show of cheers to the bartender.

@youngkyun ᵉˡᵉᵖʰᵃⁿᵗ It was Christmas Eve again and as per usual, James wasn’t having any of it. The entire day had been nothing but joy and cheer that it was enough to make him absolutely sick of it all. Carollers on the street would loudly sing their hearts out and he would do nothing but pass them by with a grimace on his face and fingers plugging up both his ears to get rid of the “noise”. Yez, James was a grinch during this time of the year and there wasn’t any explanation for it besides the fact he was nothing but a sheep with a stick far up his — not that it was the kind of stick he would have the pleasure of having up his anyways.

With his sigh forming cold vapor out of his mouth, James flips his scarf over his shoulder and proceeds to stuff his hands into his coat pockets as he makes his way towards a nearby nightclub. One may possibly be alarmed at the idea of James entering a nightclub, but all he really wanted was to rot somewhere that had nothing to do with Christmas at all. To his relief, the nighclub wasn’t playing stupid Christmas carols and neither were there any plastic snow men on the ground or idiotic ornaments hanging from the walls. Just a normal nightclub with individuals dancingn on the dancefloor and music that can wreck your sense of hearing and sense of music as well.

A small huff is released by the woolen prey as his eyes scanned the area just a bit more while he began removing his coat. He then properly puts it up on the coat hanger before making his way to the bar, hopping onto a footstool whilst cursing under his breath due to his slightly short height. Once he orders himself a glass of their oldest wine, the sheep was quick to begin internally hoping and praying that no one in the club will initiate a conversation with him. He was tired already of all the merriment outside; there was no energy left in him to actually speak to any of the either ually-driven or drunk people in here.

@chanhee ᶜʰᶤᶰᶜʰᶤˡˡᵃ [ HHHH I'M SORRY I TOOK SO LONG, I HOPE THIS IS OKAY. Hell, I hope it even makes sense afhgdg ]

"You didn't have to come, y'know."

There's a thrall ever-present that sends ripples from the base of the building. A seedy house mix that pulsates across the sidewalk cracks, triggers Taehyung's adrenaline like a sixth sense. He's got his camera tucked tight into the bend of his arm, pleather strap against leather jacket. Rips both purposeful and not exposing delicious slivers of bronzed skin down to the hems of his jeans.

He's tainted timid as he meets the eyes of the boy before him, still unable to believe that Chanhee had agreed to pose as his model. A mere side project the fox initiated just for the sake of testing out lighting behind the frame of his new camera. He could've chosen anyone but something about this new friend's grace just pinned him for this favor.

He cants himself into a starched bow, suddenly all too sincere in his words. "Turn me down anytime, Chan. I--- should've told you it'd be here. Should've warned you ahead but I swear, it'll be fine." Just a few precarious pictures and they're out, clean and collected. Not an iota of intent within Taehyung to allow even a moment's harm to come to the boy before him.

jimin ʳᵃᶜᶜᵒᵒᶰ [A] 9 hours ago Reply
I’m surprised no one has been here yet-

I’m surprised no one has been here yet-

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