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@yukhei w. ᵃ “you’re an excellent alpha,” yifan begins, his volume growing as he continues, “and an even BETTER COMRADE!” he doesn’t recall when the third drink goes down, but yifan remembers feeling the burn and shaking his head: only to regret the wobbling he experiences shortly after. but that’s exactly when he knew that the time was ripe. “YUK! Let’s go - Let’s ffffing go!” He slams dollars and some change on the table, perhaps far too much for what the drinks were worth, and hooks his arm with yukhei’s once more. “The Big Wide World, loser— we can do AAAAAAANYTHING you’d like. Where do you,” he jabs a finger into his fellow drunk companion’s chest, “want to go, Mr. Alpha?”

@taehyung k. ᵇ "Ah well, I didn't think it would matter at that point of time." He shrugged his shoulders and swivels in his chair, leaning his back against the counter with the glass in hand. His eyes momentarily falls to the amber liquid and how it swirls around in the glass before they flickered back to look at you. "Sane? I'm glad that's how I'm appearing to you, Tae. I'm Jaebum." He snorts and lifts up his drink, taking a quick sip before his free hand scratches behind his ear again. "I'm coping with the rut and this ing itch that isn't going away."

@yifan w. ᵃ yukhei feels daring enough trying out his limits though he shoves the idea back to his head for the sake safety, not his per se, but for the ones surrounding them. he's one enthusiastic drunk, even in mildness, told by his seniors. "TO SOLO!" he has drowned out the other shot, warmth flooding his entirety. it's a nice feeling. liberation, close to it, he thinks. "am I a good boy? top alpha? the alpha?" his depression might have affected his self reliability, probably digging his past wounds and making a fool out of himself so does the alcohol or so he will later tell himself.

@jaebum i. ᵃ He meets the male's antics with amusement woven in his lips, shrugging softly as he takes his seat beside the alpha. "I don't think you've asked," he helpfully supplies, watching in rapt interest as the glasses are slid their way.

Lifting his, he glances up beyond the rim--- arching a brow as he speaks once again. "Name's Kim Taehyung, but feel free to call me Tae. You're new though, right?" He can't say he recognizes the other's scent signature, squinting faintly as if to better identify it. "You still seem so sane, I guess."

@taehyung k. ᵇ Still groaning at the feeling of itch all over his body, he almost staggers his way to the pub and made a beeline towards one of the bar stools. Bringing his palm to slam on the counter, he grunts for the bartender to bring over two glasses of rum before turning back to Taehyung. “I don’t think I’ve caught your name so far.”

@yukhei w. ᵃ "it is possible," yifan burps, and a clean taste washes over his tongue. the drink may have burned his throat but he smooth silky after-feeling melts him from the inside out, "but likely not suggested." yifan waves the bartender over, barking for two more moon lilies. the drink hits hard and he feels his cheeks warm but yifan needs two more before he can excuse his actions by the alcohol. "one more, yuk, one more--!" yifan cheers, banging his fist against the bar as the two drinks slide over. he knows they're perhaps the most rambunctious patrons here.

@yifan w. ᵃ he has been to the bar but never drunk in fears of loosing himself and committing an act he'd regret but this time, he's not alone, but with an alpha too who shares his view in some way. "Don't let me do something stupid." he shouts, chugging down in one go. "bitter!" he shakes his head, eyes closing on their own and what seems a few passing moments, yukhei beams at the other. it burns which us oddly calming, settling inside his organ and follows a tentative sensation. "Is it possible to have more than three of these?"

@yukhei w. ᵃ “it will take you,” yifan pauses as both the drinks are slid their way, “considering your height maybe two more of these. ever since the coming-of-age, moon lilies have been my favorite— so bitter but they knock the rut right out of you.” yifan is brimming with devilish glee, before taking the shot glass full of a clear, blue tinted elixir up in his hand. “bottoms up!” and the drink is washed down his throat, followed by a growl at how it burns his throat.

@yifan w. ᵃ yukhei quickly finds himself comfortable on one of the raised seats, drumming his fingers on the counter top with sudden enthusiasm out of nowhere. "I swear on the moon, no more mopey. no more love. and...whatever the ." and eats more candies. "how much does it take for a wolf to feel high?", followed a hiss. "I only used the weed I've stashed under my house to get high."

@yukhei w. ᵃ “now THIS,” yifan motions to the pub, bustling with people just eager to hear about battles over food and drink, “is what we need. two moon lilies, potent please!” yifan barks as he claims a seat at the bar. “no more sadness yukhei, promise me you won’t be ing mopey!”

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