ϟ Bar

@Dong Youngbae He could smell the alcohol on the man's breath long before Junya had the chance to gaze upon him. His nose scrunched up in displeasure but the look faltered the moment he turned to face the stranger. A dazzling smile spread across his lips, well rehearsed as if it had been practiced nearly a thousand times just for the moment. "I thought you would never ask" He exhaled, pulling the boots from off his shoulders to drop them down on the floor with a thud.

He swiveled his body around to face the other, sitting up straight as slender fingers reached out to tangle into the belt loops of Youngbae's pants, thighs spreading to pull the male closer to him, caressing the other's hips with his inner thighs. Soft, doe-like eyes rounded up at the other, shimmering as if he had just met the answer to all his life problems. "Hey handsome~ Cosmopoitan?" He held his breath, a soft pout framing his tiers while waiting to see how the other would respond. "It's only just the beginning."

@Sitala Wongkrachang The hour was late when Youngbae was staggered his way down the empty streets. The street lamps and the cool breeze of the gusting winds at the midnight hour were his only company. With a tequila bottle in one hand and ball bloody fist wrapped in cloth in the other, Youngbae proceeded on his way. He tilted his head back to take one final sip of the contents before throwing it to the brick wall, watching it shatter into pieces as he stumbled on. More, he wanted no need for more alcohol to maintain the upkeep of his intoxicated state. The dim flickering neon light caught the attention of a closed local bar. He made his way over, reaching for the handle of the door, and tugged at it once or twice before realizing it was locked. An annoyed growl coursed through his lips before taking a loose brick to the front of the glass window to grant him access. Upon opening the latch, he made himself at home, taking off his shoes and hanging up his jacket on the nearby coat rack, then helped himself to the booze behind the counter.

@Cheng Junya He slipped through the employee-only kitchen, slid into their locker room, and commandeered a few clothes. Youngbae dashed to the bathroom, where he began to change and clean himself up as best he could to blend in with the other guest. Once he gave himself a once over of approval, he slipped the bar and began to mingle with the people of the evening. He was exchanging casual conversation with strangers on the one hand and effortless pickpocketing them on the other. He wouldve spent money on another drink for himself but his wit and charamastic charm was enough for anyone to want to willing treat him.

Several smiles, laughs and toast with drunker strange companions later a much more inebriated, Youngbae plopped into the barstool next you. He looked over at you with dazed eyes but allowed a handsome grin to linger on his lips taken all of your features in. A unique flower you were to him. Androgynous enough to pass for a woman even though he could barely making out your masculine attributes through blurred intoxicated lens’s. “Would you care for a drink? You look like you’re having a long night my friend.”

@Dong Youngbae It was one of those nights. Junya wished he could have claimed it was different from the rest, but there he was, walking barefoot on the cold pavement with his thigh high, high heeled boots draped over his shoulder. The chilled air was nipping at his poorly clad body while walking away from the foul mouthed driver spitting profanities at him. It was the fourth one he fired that week and it was beginning to feel like it just wasn't meant to be. The reason number 4 was fired? He made one too many glances into his rear view mirror. Despite the driver's claims that he was practicing safe driving habits, Junya knew better. He wasn't one for having his privacy violated. His phone rang violently within the clutch of his palm, his annoyance only growing worse as he looked down to see his manager's name glowing at him. With a scoff, he forced his phone to shut down, silencing the piece of tech before coming to a halt. He had no idea where he was. Goosebumps pricked his skin, looking around for any signs of familiarity. He needed to get out of the cold. His eyes landed on the entrance to a bar, cheeks puffed as he tugged down on the hem of the short, flowery, red kimono adorning his body, making sure all his goods were well hidden beneath the fabric before reaching up to tug his designer shades over his eyes. It was no 5 star joint but it would do for now. He fell behind an entourage, stepping inside the establishment only to push the rim of his glasses down with a painted nail to get a look around. Smoke stained his lungs and burned his eyes when he inhaled, coughing out of instinct as the back of his hand pressed to his mouth to stifle the sound. "" He cursed, clearing his throat with a hum. He stepped over to the bar, gracefully lowering himself onto one of the stools as his phone fell heavily onto the bar top, rubbing his temples with his finger tips, knowing it was only a matter of time before some drunk prick stumbled along to offer a life time of disappointment and hopefully, a drink.

@Cheng Junya Youngbae sat in the corner of the alley huddled by a manmade fireplace made of nothing but a trash can and some newspaper. He shrove from the gusting of the wind then tugged on his coat to bundle himself as he leaned into the fire more. The flame danced and flickered several times threatening to retreat ashing itself out. "S-." The man swore to himself turning the sound of mumble laughter before it was once against being shut off by the weight wood door into the bar. Youngbae sighed in annoyance he knew he wouldn't just be able to walk in there without the bouncer kicking him out for the third time today. He puffed his cheeks feeling a bit defeated when someone shiny caught his attention. A shiny black SUV pulled up with what it looked like an entourage of people entering the bar. 'They all looked like they were loaded.' Youngbae concluded two things. 'One he was incredibly hungry and had been sober for way too long. Two if he didn't want to starve and freeze to death it was time to make his move quickly and shake a few wealthy pockets. A mischievous crawled across his face as he looked to see two bartenders taking out the trash. Without so much as a sound Youngbae slipped through the back door.
"No more garbage pizza for me tonight."