Club

@Lee Taemin Finally getting a good look at him, Jennie noticed the eye that had physically been abused, and her smile faltered and ran from her lips.

“Taemin, what the hell happened?” her face twisted into a partial grime, but not without sympathy, as she would not want her eye to be in that condition. She guessed it must’ve been a client who resisted a bit more than usual, or a dealing gone south just a tad. Jennie’s one hand still played with the ends of blonde, while the other waited for some better way to help the poor soul. She let out a sigh, resting her head in the top of the lounge cushion, waiting for the other’s response.

Meanwhile, the drinks had arrived, and Jennie took one while pushing the second toward Taemin’s side of the lounge table, as if to offer a little comfort. Jennie took down the first drink decently fast, just wanting to be free of all earthly retrains for a bit, and her head turned to watched some of the exotic dancers on stage while she waited for Taemin’s smooth response she only expected from nearly the head of Zhou Triad (second place, but very trusted).

@Jennie Kim Sorrel irises besmirched with the tinges of inebriety, the flexure of Taemin's focus blurs for a mere second. The tendons of his knuckles contract upon the garbled grip he has on the tissues exsanguinating with the metallic tang of blood and the carmine hue it possesses. Staggering, he gnashes his teeth into the stretch of fabric conforming the silhoutte of his struggling movements. "," he breathes. Blemished articles of darkness seep into the static of his closed lids, his back jerking into the wall of the club. Grappling to keep himself upright, Taemin is prepossessed as crescents of bloodied nails adorn his flesh.

This is what Taemin is good at: the susurrating glare of pretense.

Even with the stench of blood clinging onto him, the bouncer lets him in. A well known figure into the night, left to his own devices, drawn against the mist. A flurry of bodies has him embraced upon the footstep coagulated with his presence. The sibilance and the whispers couple into the pockets of the night, the figures of his gang members burgeon around him as they wrap him and attend to his needs, legs getting seated upon the plush lounge of his designated booth. Until a pair of hands reaches into the blonde tresses of his hair.

"Ah, Jennie," he smirks.

@Lee Taemin Jennie walked into the sensual BDMS club entrance, checking her phone and being let in immediately upon the bouncer’s noticing her exposed shoulder tattoo that marked her as part of the deadly Zhou Triad gang. She had done her business errines for the day, thank God, and finally at midnight she was able to go into a club, drink a lot, and wind down. She knew her co worker Taemin would be here (besides having tabs on him) for a business related thing. She saw him sitting on a plush lounge booth, and came around. “Good evening.” She said, as she plopped down next to him, picking up the drink menu and looking over the heaviest options. Coming After a call girl call, Jennie wore a tight, black dress that exposed her shoulders and upper back, as well as the roundness of her milky chest, with black tights and her long chocolate hair resting on her back. She tripple checked her phone for messages from the boss, but had none to be found, and took a deep breathe of relief. The hostess came over just in time too. “ on the Beach. Make that 2” she told her, and the women with the puffed s bowed and swayed away to get the drinks. Jennie leaned her arm over the back of the cusion, her head able to touch Taemin’s blonde ends, and she smiled finally to him. “Are you done with work yet?” She said it in more of a whine, hoping for his sake he was. She wanted to be done with everything work related, and that included her company being done too.