Bar Lounge

@Woo Jiho "Yea, well you better not zone out, man," Jiyong chuckled as the other mentioned the cold. Winter was slowly coming and nights were starting to get dangerously close to the freezing point. He should invite the younger over some time.

Jiyong took his bottle off the counter and started making his way towards one of the lounges, dropping himself down with a sigh. After placing his beer on the table he started shrugging his jacket off and put the leather next to him while watching the taller male take a seat as well. "You could really use a haircut you know," the elder reached over to ruffle the other's mop of blond hair once he had shuffled close enough to reach him, "come by my salon some time. I'll get you one for free." And with that Jiyong took the first sip of his beer whereafter making himself comfortable on the rather large couch; spreading his legs underneath the table.

@Kwon Jiyong "Hmm.." Jiho hummed in thought just to think about the effects and what could happen. He tried mostly everything that a homeless man can get his hands on. Meth just made him sick. Heroin did just the same. Acid just made him paranoid for weeks. He just really like the mellow affects that certain drugs did to him. Weed, xanx, every pill killer that was created. That feeling of numbness zoned him out and was a better high than anything else he had tried before. Jiho trusted Jiyong though. He seemed to know what Jiho desired.

A simple shrug came to light from the other's question. "About the same really. Not to bad but not great either." He quirked his thin lips to the side and accepted a drink that was handed over to him. After taking a long sip, he placed it down - a small clink followed having the glass tap at the table. "It's getting colder outside. I'm surprised I'm not dead yet."

@Cheetah When you word it out, I silently tsk to myself, feeling slightly embarrassed though the alcohol quickly made me forget about the feeling. As you continue talking, I lean a bit closer, resting my elbow on the table in front of me as I watch you smile and extend your hand. I take it willingly, wrapping my much longer fingers around your beautifully polished ones, giving it a single shake before letting go. "Nice to meet you too, Eunyoung."

When you take a sip of your champagne, I can't help but unconsciously copy you, drinking the last bit of my whiskey and once again frowning at the warm sensation it send down my throat. As I put my empty beverage down, the only half-way melted icecubes rattle inside the glass. For a few seconds longer my gaze lingers on the frozen chunks as I process your question, fingertips pushing the glass into a circular motion. "Well," my lips press against each other, forming a straight line as I debate whether I wanted a stranger to know about my private life or not. It didn't take long for me to sigh out my frustrations and just go for it; not wanting to be stuck in the past forever. It might even feel better to talk about it once in a while, after having cropped it for so long, "my wife split with me and uh... left with almost everything we had." There was no holding back now. Once again, the previous expression returned to my face; lips pressed against each other, compressing a whole lot of emotions. Yet somehow, it was a little relieving to express whatever there was hiding and lingering in my mind all the time. "So yea, kind of depressing, no?" A bitter chuckle left me as I rub one of my eyes, surprised myself that I was keeping myself this strong.

@Hwang Minhyun Bypassing your haggard lethargic expression I merely counter balanced it with a smile instead. Making myself comfortable by you I took a moment to myself replay your slurred words in my head earning a light chuckle for my . “Two seconds here and you already want to kiss a perfect stranger Sir Minhyun,” A clever grin tugged at the corners of my amused lips while studying the features of your handsome profile. “You to have gentlemen’s like qualities but your impulsive nature may leave the chivalrous attitude much to be desired.” I said teasingly with playful smile remaining. “Luckily for you I find chivalry to be a much overrated concept. I’m Kim Eun young,” I introduced myself in return, extending my well manicured hand into yours. “Pleasure to meet you,”

Taking another sip of my bubbly beverage I turned my gaze back over to you. “So…” I began with a hint of light curiosity in the undertone of my voice. “If you don’t mind a nosy girl like me asking, what’s got you so down in the dumps?” I questioned eyeing from over the rim of champagne flute.

@Cheetah When a sudden unfamiliar figure approached me, my wary eyes looked up in confusion; not having expected someone to talk to me on a night like this. I had come here to be alone, yet I repositioned myself on the lounge, sitting up a bit straighter and scooching over just a bit to indicate it was fine for you to sit next to me. "Sure, sure," A lisp was forming in my mouth due to the alcohol that I wasn't used to and my eyes threatened to close every now and then, despite how awake I was. My hair had become quite a mess due to me pushing it out of my face all the time, a few strands peeking upwards, but I couldn't bring myself to care. With your rather sharp features, your friendly smile contrasted strongly and I couldn't stop myself from throwing a tiny small back your way, "yes, I think I could use some company before I black myself out." A chuckle passed through my heart-shaped lips as I take my almost empty whiskey glass between the palms of my hands, the cold almost burning against my hot skin.

"I'm Minhyun," as the male, I decided to introduce myself first, trying to act like a gentleman despite my appearance, "do I give a kiss or shake your hand, or how do we properly greet?" Yes, the alcohol was clearly taking a toll on my brain, my hand swinging around, almost trying to act out my words as I chuckle at my own inexperience.

@Hwang Minhyun My ruby red lips pressed absentmindedly to the rim of my crystal glass as I took in a sip of my champagne. With a heavy sigh boredom slowly began to set in. Funny how a room full of people could be luminously bright and yet so dull occupied by shallow shells living in slow motion. With a wave of my hand I dismissed my guards to enjoy their evening and attend to their own business. This evening was nothing I couldn’t handle myself anyway I suppose. I yawned wearily and stretched my tired limbs before reaching once again for my flute only to be disappointed that the liquid contents within it had been gone for quite some time. I rolled my eyes and walked over to the bar to motion the barkeep to replenish my beverage. No on second thought, it I’ll just take the entire bottle.

My eyes lazy scanned the room and saw nothing of interest that was until they rested upon you. For what reason I was unsure as your posture and disposition signifies nothing out of ordinary but is attracted my gaze nonetheless. With a tilt of my inquisitive head i’d instantly made up my mind that I was going to find out what it was that had me intrigued by you. Walking over told your both as the click of my heels and the ambient sounds of the music fell deaf to my ears. “Is this seat taken?” I asked politely offering you a pleasant smile in exchange. “Please pardon me, you just seems a bit bored and downfallen as I am and thought you may like the company,”

@Cheetah As mentioned before, the evening was young. And Minhyun didn't feel like staying home. He was wearing quite somber clothes, matching his mood as he ordered a whiskey on the rocks. His posture was slouched, back bend and head low as he waited for his drink. He looked defeated. Minhyun /felt/ defeated. And as soon as he received his drink, he took place in one of the couches. With a sigh, he flopped down onto the lounge and took a sip of his pure whiskey, grimacing at the burning sensation it gave his throat. He put the glass down again, not really enjoying the alcohol as much as he thought and ran his fingers through his hair, pushing his bangs backward before leaning into the lounge, sighing in grief as he put his arms on the backrest. He took a quick look at the fancy looking lady passing his seat but didn't pay too much attention, in too much sorrow at the moment to mind anyone else.

@Woo Jiho “Mehh,” Jiyong didn’t use many words to describe how his day was. He wasn’t really willing to talk about work at this time a day. He wanted to have fun, go wild and not think of anything. He wasn’t interested in a conversation about complaints or depressing stories of how things didn’t go the way he wanted to. Jiyong had never liked his job as a cashier and he had enough money to cover himself, so there was no need for him to work anymore, yet somehow he didn’t quit. He couldn’t quit. He wouldn’t know how to fill his days if he didn’t work. Plus, he was afraid he’d get out of control. He knew himself; he was reckless and wouldn’t give a second thought about his limits.

With a smirk and an elbow leaning on the bar counter, Jiyong pulled a tiny bottle only half out of his pocket, showing the second male the ticket with ‘DXM’ on it. He only gave the other a few seconds before he pushed the bottle back into his pocket, his hand covering the opening. He winked to the younger male, not knowing if he knew what it was, but he was sure he was going to enjoy the effects.

Jiyong turned his eyes away from Jiho to search for the bartender, holding up his hand shortly so he’d notice them. As soon as he got in hearing-distance, the elder male ordered a beer for himself. He took out his wallet from his other pocket, taking out a bill, but waiting for his friend to decide on what to drink before paying up for both of them. “I bought it from someone at a club yesterday. Tried it for free and payed for the rest of the bottle.” He explained, turning his back toward the bar so he could lean his weight against it as he waited for their drinks to arrive. “How’ve you been?”

@Kwon Jiyong Sitting inside the bar, well sitting anywhere inside with other people, Jiho always felt a bit out of place. The dirt scuffed up everywhere on his clothing, his pale features, and hair enough to - in terms, shine a spotlight on his unforgiveable apparence. Yet what can the young male do in his prediciment alone? Kinda limited to everything, he is really never giving a second look. However because one person stuck by him through and through and it was easy to get addicted to all storts of 'escape routes' the leave his miseriable life.

This is what he was here today for. Hearing from Jiyong that he has a new drug in-store, of course Jiho was eager to try it out. Paying no attention to the always awkward atomsphere, Jiho just waited for his friend to appear. Now looking and getting up from his spot upon Jiyong approaching, he followed the older into this spot in the bar.
"It's been awhile. How was work today?" Looking down at the other's hand hiding something in the pocket, Jiho quirked his lips to one side in curiousity. "Eh? What is it? Where did you get it from?"

@Woo Jiho It wasn't until late in the evening, when Jiyong was done with his shift, that he could share his excitement about a new product with someone. As the thirty-one-year-old male made his way from A to B, he put on a pair of sunglasses despite the cold and almost rainy weather. He was wearing quite simple clothes, the ability to move important to his job, and didn't feel the need to make a pit-stop at his home. He went straight to the bar lounge, the new product having been in the pocket of his jeans all this time. He could barely hide his enthusiast grin behind his closed lips as he saw Jiho waiting in front of the agreed location. Jiyong approached his friend, holding his hand up for a quick hug, his face giving away how content he was to see the younger male again. It had been a few weeks already since they last met, but that was what the smaller male liked about their relationship. They were close, yet not too close. They minded their own business and only got together for certain events.

"Ji-brother," He named his blond friend, pointing towards the entrance of the lounge to indicate going inside, as he stepped aside to create some space between them again, "you're not going to believe what I have." Jiyong hadn't mentioned bringing something new yet, so he hoped Jiho was going to be as excited as he was. They were both always up and curious for something new because those were the best and most thrilling experiences. The latter started making his way towards the front door already, pushing it open and subconsciously letting his friend enter first; it being a habit of his. Despite his addiction, he was still allowed to be a gentleman.

The evening was young when I emerge from the darkness of my car. Giving off thankful expression to my driver, then a female guard who assist me out of the limo. "Coat," Was I all I said and immediately I felt the familiar comfort of the cheetah coat draped over my slender shoulders I began making my way into the lounge. The crowd immediately began to part one by one as I made my way through to the VIP section. Paying no heed the looks envious eyes and mouths hung half ajar I just sat down and made myself comfortable. With a snap of my fingers, I had the wait fetch my a bottle of Dom Perignon Rose Gold Methuselah. I nodded my thanks then took long sip of my bubbling beverage and hung back to enjoy the atmosphere that was until you caught my attention.

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