➴ nightclub。

@kim youngkyun. It wasn't often that Christopher had spent his nights out and drinking, however with the winning streak that his team had experienced he was easily convinced on a night out. The boys often preferred to go to the bar, but with a new celebration came new experiences, and before he knew it, the team had drove to the nightclub in their respective vehicles, knowing full well they'd have to get a ride home, and collect their cars in the morning.

The club was loud with music blaring through the speakers, bass vibrating the floor and the chatter of people. Lights dancing around the room just as the ones on the floor had been doing its self. The boys originally sat at a booth together, the nine of them squeezing in tightly, and a few of them sitting in chairs on the other side, sharing a few drinks together, before they decided to split up and mingle around with the other people.

Chris himself had decided to head to the bar, and order himself a fresh drink, the buzz had already started to hit him and normally he would have decided to stop drinking there, but the energy of his team had easily rubbed off on him and he was itching for another cold beer in his hands. Approaching the bar, he could already feel himself start to feel lighter in each step that he took and his head was beginning to get a little fuzzy. So when his eyes landed on a rather attractive stranger, he couldn't help himself but to approach. "Hey there." He hoped that approaching the male wouldn't cause any hostility, but he wasn't one to shy away, especially when already under the influence. "Can I buy you a drink?" Of course, he had to go for the lamest line he could use.

@lucas wong. [her look for visual ref: https://i.imgur.com/3GpDAhi.jpeg]

it wasn't much of a 'surprise' when her friends decided to have a night out with natty signifying that: "it's a last hangout before your big exams, this is a good luck night, to let loose and enjoy, revel in the booze and men and women," her friend sasha wiggled her brows at her. sasha was also a flight attendant, they've both been working the same batch for over two years now and has gotten pretty close to one another over time. natty trusted her much more than the others they call 'friends,' natty would rather call them mere acquaintances.

sasha also knew about natty shortcoming with her ex and the drama, the hell, the turmoil, pain and anguish the thai woman went through when sporting that heart break. it was a challenging time no less. so when sasha talked her into attending the club that saturday night, wanting to throw a little get together party in the open with others to come and go as they please - who was natty to say no? she reveled in the limelight, the night life, the idea of socializing with many people who may come and go. she thrived on being a social butterfly and it showed tonight as she walked into the club, lights dim and neon as the LED's spread throughout the floor, highlighting the woman's features. she glanced around momentarily, something in her gut doesn't sit right, why does she feel like she would run into 'him' tonight of all nights?

it's quite the possibility, since lucas and natty would use the nightclub as a hot spot to get away and dance the night away, drinks on their tongues and bodies hot and sweaty as they fooled around in the vip sections. the pang that aches her chest is present, yet dull. she thinks she's doing better, there's that bit of longing - no one understood her body as much as lucas, no one but her best friend perhaps. but either way, as the woman walked over to greet the others, she's taking the shot drink in one go, head hung back, eyes closed and lips parted as a liquor coated tongue swipes across her silken brims, splattered with essence from the shot and a wave of dizzy giddiness that hit her like a freight train.

"another please?" her eyes are crinkled at the corners, a foxy look she shoots the bartender as her body hunches over the counter, perched back and her body showcased the ty behavior she saves for nights out such as these - where she could let loose like a canon ball and not give a about anyone or anything telling her to behave.