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@✧kang yuchan Incredulous and amused, Namjoon can't help but laugh as he looks at the young man. He isn't sure if he's joking or not but he says, "Attractive with a sense of humor. It must be my lucky night."

He internally damns himself as he realizes how much of a boy line that was. It's been a while since he flirted, and getting back into a smooth rhythm is gonna take more than the high of a good set and a splash of liquid courage. So he shrugs the pretentious attitude and tries to be himself.

"I'm Kim Namjoon." He offers his hand. "And you are...?"

@✧kang yuchan Once the last song of his set reaches it's ending notes, Namjoon shakes a little bit more, collects the last of his tips, and bids the crowd a y farewell. His usual routine consists of heading backstage, changing into some comfy clothes that cover all the goods and handing out his rounds of goodbye's to his co-workers and regular customers before heading home.

But, he's had a better night than usual tip-wise and he's not quite ready to go home yet. He could even do for a drink. So he grabs a towel from the rack near the end of the stage and dabs at some drops of perspiration as he makes his way over to the bar. He slides in the stool next to the cute blonde boy and swings the towel over his shoulder.

"Marco," Namjoon says to the bustling bartender. The tall redhead spares him a curious look as he finishes off someone's drink.

"Is that Ceo Kim?" Marco jokes. Namjoon cringes at the nickname. "What can I do for the big man on campus?"

"I'll just take an old-fashioned for myself..." Namjoon turns to the young man, hoping he isn't being too forward when he asks, "And something for the cutie to my right. Tell me, what's your poison?"

@✧kang yuchan The bank Namjoon works at is near a retirement village; so his week consists of eight-hour days spent trying not to flip out on the elderly. They really are just sweet, old folks. But, imagine having to help your grandpa learn how to use Snapchat with a flip phone. Yeah...headache city.

So when he's dressed up on stage at the lounge he works at on the weekends, letting the cash and compliments flow, it almost (emphasis on the 'almost') makes up for his frustrating weeks. He has his regular crowd, but occasionally a group of what look like freshmen in college walk through the door, wet behind the ears. What is odd to see, however, is a single young man come in all alone.

So when one does, Namjoon can't help but pay attention. And he does. The young man has dirty blonde hair, fair skin, and strong features. Looks about six-foot, give or take. He keeps his eyes on him as he wanders around the lounge.