Ω┊ restaurant.

@⤫ m. jongup. sobreity, albeit rare, was a good look on the man; jonathan seo was an enigma when he wasn't drowning in alcohol or drugs, clad in a fitted dark suit that kept him warm for the cold winter of moirai. winter here, for as long as he could remember, was always bitter, nipping at his bones harshly so he welcomed the fire of the hearth that the restaurant provided.

his fingers were wrapped around the short yet perspiring glass of ice cold rum so he could take a sip, the burn down his throat more than welcoming. for someone who lived with his mind to the winds, he wasn't in the least bit tipsy despite it being his third glass— had the black barrel lost their touch in making the finest of liquors? maybe he should have a word with them. the contents of the glass was gone too soon, wrapping up with a sigh and when a waiter came by to refill, he'd simply shook his head. alcohol wasn't on his mind tonight.

he'd reached out for the bottle of water that sat on the side to pour it in another empty glass, thinking that perhaps a sober glass would suit him fine when an all too familiar voice rang with charm. dark pools of obsidian flit up to the cop, the bottle back on the table. "please, mr. moon. leave the flattering at the door, yes? have a seat." he beckoned, hand gesturing to the seat across from his before folding atop the silk cloth that adorned it. it was a common knowledge; jonathan seo hated bodily contact when it came to business hence he didn't offer a handshake. "and might i remind you that your pockets are as fat as a cow's belly. it's been fed well so far but mayhaps i've been too generous... what do you think?"

@⤫ s. youngho the officer, fresh from finishing his shift, realizes with a sigh that he has one last meeting to take care of before calling it a night--that being which was meeting with someone he identifies as a "client"--seo youngho. not to mention, his shift ran nearly half an hour late, leaving him no time to change out of his uniform. as jongup returns to his patrol car considering if he could be late in order to change into civilian clothes, he recalls facing cruel reprimands from daring to infringe upon the other's personal time away from his drink. as he takes off his police cap, brushing his hair into a more presentable state, he admits alongside a sigh, "the cruelty of the most spoiled is truly unmatched."

once he arrives in the parking lot of the fine italian restaurant, jongup rests his hat on the dashboard, briefly distracted how the nightlife's neon lights sparkle and fragment off of the badge fixed upon it. he casts a glance to the seat opposite of him, reminding himself of the loneliness of his job when he rises from the driver's seat and walks inside. he thereupon is able to deduce the moment he enters the panicked, calculative gazes of people with some crime to hide in the sea of tables cloaked with pure white tablecloths. amongst them, he's able to locate youngho's table, looking as decadent and cocky as ever.

"great choice of venue, as always." he says in greeting paired with a charming smile. he extends his hand across the table for a handshake before taking his seat across from the other. "i feel as if you're trying to constantly remind me of my status beneath you." he starts, lifting a brow in a coy manner. "but might i remind you in turn that the law's scrutiny doesn't escape anyone--until they pay accordingly."