× second hall

@h sanghyuk Ω "A private show?" The older's curiosity was piqued. He was no innocent; he knew what a private show in a club like this meant, much like any hot-blooded creature would. For that, he should have said no. His eyes shouldn't have followed the scantily clad omega when he stood. He should have sat and ordered a second drink and waited at the door of oblivion, contemplating his life and whether or not tonight was the night he walked through it alone and hoped he made it back by morning. His tongue graced the corner of his mouth, wetting his lips. "Well," he hummed and contemplated something else entirely. How could he refuse? With a hand on the side of the stool, he slid off, aimed in the direction of the younger omega, lured by addled senses, a warm body and a handsome face. His footsteps carried him across the floor toward the hall, separating off the private rooms at the back of the club. Only one door stood open, and Jungsoo stepped through it to find the young omega lying on the bed. He should have walked out, but he closed the door behind himself. "You have my answer."

@p jungsoo β Clearly pleased with the beta's response, Sanghyuk grinned against the rim of his glass before setting it down onto the bar. Leaning back, he perched one arm on the back of the barstool and pursed his lips, allowing his tongue press against the inside of cheek before it darted across his lower lip, catching a droplet of water that had collected on the brim. "Another show? I'm afraid not--at least not a public one, but if you ask kindly, I might be persuaded to offer you a private showing." The wolf leaned forward and rested his elbow on the bar, holding up his head with his hand cupping his chin. "And if that pleases you, that particular show just might morph into a demonstration of what these hips are capable of....what do you say?" The stripper inquired, lifting one eyebrow as his knee nudged the beta's leg playfully. He lifted himself up from the bar, downing the remainder of his water before placing it back down with a loud clink. "It's up to you, but I'll be making my way to one of the private rooms. If you choose to follow, then I'll know your answer." He teased, quickly turning around to saunter off towards the back of the club, throwing open the door to one of the private rooms, and he threw himself onto the bed.

@h sanghyuk Ω Jungsoo looked away to bring his glass to his lips, what was left of his drink more like lime-soaked slush to his lips. He told himself not to stare, not even to take a second look. He knew what the club was before he had even stepped through the doors the first time; there was no pretending that he had made a mistake. But the dancer who took a seat next to him, aside from his stature, posed a dilemma beyond remaining a passive observer who preferred to drink here where it offered him a simulation of social drinking. If he were ever social. He held his nearly empty glass between both hands, the condensation cold on his fingers, and dared another glance. /Oh. Dear God./ His eyes slowly raked along the younger wolf's torso, taking in his mostly form, before meeting the other's eyes. "I wouldn't have thought I missed anything if anyone else said as much." The tip of his tongue briefly graced the corner of his parted lips. He wouldn't say more-- shouldn't say more-- but hell, what's the worst that could happen? "But seeing you here, I'm almost disappointed I missed anything at all. There wouldn't happen to be another show anytime soon, would there?"

@p jungsoo β The overwhelming lack of attention and appreciation that would normally emanate from those who saw him clad so scantily left Sanghyuk a bit caught off guard. It wasn't often that his appearance wasn't greeted with some overly ualized objectification, and for a moment, he almost felt offended, but he gave the older wolf the benefit of the doubt. Perhaps he hadn't noticed yet, or maybe he was blind. Nevertheless, Sanghyuk ushered the bartender over and damn near gulped down an entire glass of water, releasing a breathless exhale after he had finished, requesting another glass. "That's rather unfortunate for you. I'm sure you'd be enjoying yourself much more in this moment if you were hard, but...to each their own, I suppose." The stripper teased, running his fingertip along the rim of his glass on purpose, tilting his head to spare a glance at the beta. "It's a shame you missed the show. You missed all the best parts."

@h sanghyuk Ω That night wasn't the first time that Jungsoo had stepped into the club, but perhaps it was the first time he had gotten a proper look at the scene. He felt like a relic, perched upon a bar stool with his glass held between both hands, nursing it and the implied wound that had come from the bartender's look when he ordered his lime rickey. His thumb brushed over the rim, pushing the lime wedge into the glass to sit upon the ice, before he tipped his head back to take another sip. The few times that he had been in, he had grown accustomed to sitting alone, and it made him wary of the salt-limned scent that filled his nostrils even before he felt a presence in his perimeter, let alone saw the figure in his periphery. His eyes widened, albeit briefly, at what looked like the glimmer of starlight just at his elbow. He turned his head. Sweat gilded bare skin was on full display. But the dancer was clearly young. The older wolf wasn't shameless enough to stare; he went as far as to pretend not to see. He slugged back another mouthful of the gin, seltzer, and lime juice, felt it tingle in his jaw, and placed the rocks glass empty of all but ice back down on the paper coaster in front of him. "Yeah," he murmured. With a brow slightly raised, and another stolen glance spared at the pools of sweat that sparkled at the dancer's clavicles, he continued, "I can't say I caught the show. If I had, maybe that would be different."

@p jungsoo β For the most part, it was a typical night. Most of the patrons were respectable wolves and kept their hands to themselves, even the bachelorette party that came in clearly drunk out of their minds. Hyuk didn't mind--it just meant that their purses were looser, and the cash thrown at him was worth the objectification. After his first two appearances on stage, the lights and vigorous dancing had left sweat clinging to his forehead and hair; it was time for a break. Thankfully, his supervisor agreed, and Hyuk sauntered off in search of water from the bar. Clad in nothing but his post reveal booty shorts and shoes, the stripper sunk down into one of the barstools next to some rather depressed looking individual and spared a glance in his direction before waving at the bartender for two large glasses of water--his usual after performing. To say that the stripper was drenched in sweat was a bit of an understatement. It clung to his muscles and pooled a bit in his collarbones, causing the lights to catch on the glistening areas and shimmer in the light. "You alright man? You're at a nightclub and you look...well...not . It's weird." He teased, turning to face the male.