Pigneto Bistro Bar

@Sena Sena is definitely a spunky fella compared to San, he found it rather amusing that Sena suggested they go to church.
His antics almost gets a brief chuckle but San does not allow it.
Though he stares at Sena quietly as he contemplates his thoughts.
"Hm." He hums lowly while clicking his tongue slowly before sighing.
He decides that maybe it won't be a bad idea and it looks like Sena really wanted the company.
"Sure, I guess I can go with you. But if anyone asks if we hang out, the answer is no. You got it?"

He states in a stern manner with no hesitation of being playful at the matter.
Anyone else's safety is San's top priority and he knows that being around him can cause problems for everyone else.

@Choi San Sena blinked at the obvious suspicion he was faced with. Had he really made such an odd suggestion? He rubbed his nape, as he often did when he was at a loss for words, and then nodded. "What do you mean why?" A pause, then realisation. "Ah-" Sena adjusted himself in his seat. "Well, I did promise God I'd go to church. And just in case he exists I intend to keep it. But... as you may have noticed... I was quite happy when to...... well, anyways, my point is this. You", he pointed at San and then at himself, "and I, as two people who kinda wanna go but also feel weird about it... why not group up and do it together? Power in numbers and all that.", he grinned, but it was a pressed grin. "If you don't want to cause it's a private thing or whatever that's fine... I could use a warm body next to me to help me enter the Church, is all."

@Sena The immediate change in expression from Sena made San realized that the latter was not expecting such a response.
He raised his shoulders to respond with a shrug, he didn't really care for the pity nor concern.
He had spent years coping the best way that he can which led to him fighting overall.
Easy money for kids- he thought.
"Its fine, Sena. No need to feel bad about it, its reality at this point."
The commentary about church took San by shock as he rose a brow, what was Sena on about?
"Why....? Why would you want to do that?" He further questioned, wondering if Sena had ulterior motives with this suggestion.
After all, San knew the BARE minimum about this person.

@Choi San "Aha!" His eyes lit up in victory when he confirmed having siblings, only to dim down immediately to one of guilt and surprise when San said she had died. "- -" Sena rested his hands on the edge of the table and sat up straight. Slouching felt... disrespectful. He looked down at his manicured nails in thought for a second while he listened to San and then cleared his throat and flashed San a small smile. "I'm sorry to hear that man. That really ." So much for not judging a book by its cover. This weirdo had a lot of layers to him. Although, all weirdos did otherwise they wouldn't seem so weird and contradictory. "No reason. I was just wondering... Hey, if you're up for it, we should go to the church sometime. Together. Inside, I mean. I do still plan to go, and hey maybe it'd be easier for us both with company? What do you think?"

@Sena San quietly awaited for Sena to speak, wondering what they could possibly be eager to ask him.
He didn't think he came off mysterious but each to their own he supposes.
His eye contact never wavering as Sena leaned closer to the table and quietly asks the curious questions.
The words that came out of the latters mouth had San quirk a brow before the sound of him clicking his tongue can be heard.
Should be be honest? He thought.

it? He said to mentally to himself.
Exhaling a deep sigh, his lips part to finally speak in a tone that is mellow.
"Siblings? Used to, she died at the age of 10.
Church? I was trying to see if repenting for my sins would do anything good for me. My sister would always force me to take her to church just so she could sing with them. It hasn't been the same since, I guess. Why are you curious?" He returns the question back.

@Choi San Sena smirked, slurped on his aperol and then leaned back again. His eyes narrowed as he watched San sitting across from him. Sena folded his hands over his stomach and pressed his lips together, squinting now. "Hmmmmmmm." For a second he said nothing, then he leaned forward again, propping his chin up with both hands. "I have two questions now. One, do you have younger siblings? Because you sound like you do. Two, what were you doing at the church? Really, I mean? No jokes. You said the Church can't save anyone, and yet you were sitting on the stairs in front of it. Don't tell me you were just resting."

@Sena Being stuck in his own thoughts, hearing Sena respond to his question with a denied answer as he also briefly chuckles when Sena repeated his own question.
"Me ? Need a walk home? No, I was merely being polite because the night time is a scary place for most. But...go ahead with your question."
He gestures to Sena with his hand to demonstrate that the latter can ask the question they desire.
He would be lying if he said he wasn't curious, he was definitely curious to see what Sena could be wanting to ask him.
Therefore he stayed quiet as he waited for the burning question.

@Choi San San looked away as he gathered his words, but Sena was not polite enough to stop staring. When the other replied, clarified, Sena continued to eat, digesting not just the food but also the other's words. Hm. So to put it nicely, instead of using a punching bag, he used people who volunteered to be his punching bag. At least his hobby was consensual. Sena relaxed just slightly, the contempt he'd felt when San had said he beat others up for fun fading away. He still did not understand why one would harm others to release stress, but it seemed San did not understand why Sena drank for fun. 'I suppose... they're comparable. Kind of.' Setting down his burger, Sena slurped on his cocktail and eyed the other who sat across from him, more shadows on his face than before thanks to the darkening sky. He was offering to accompany him? San was a strange one. Rude one moment, thoughtful the next. It was hard to follow. "...No. Do you?", Sena joked. "Let me ask you one more thing."

@Sena Sena was now giving some push back to San and he caught onto it.
He could tell that Sena was getting snappy with him, he wasn't bothered by it but it was annoying.
"Hm." Was all he said after Sena finished his words, his eyes lingering elsewhere to keep himself from accidentally showing signs of sorrow in front of Sena.
"Just a hobby, is all that it is. After work, I go fight other fighters. Not much to it. Gives me a sense of mental release, from the stressors of the day if you really want a more...appropriate answer." San was finally being a bit truthful in his words, though he didn't quite reveal all that he does.
He exhales a sigh of exhaustion, noticing the night sky slowly making its presence for them both.
Which brought a thought to his mind, he returned his attention to Sena with a curious expression.
"Do you need company back to your home or job? In case any weirdos show up."

@Choi San "None of your business, but you sure like making jokes about it.", he grumbled. Unlike San, who seemed to be getting comfortable, Sena was getting more annoyed. Perhaps that's what the guy liked to do. Push your buttons and only when the other reacted they'd feel a sense of accomplishment.

Sena's brow arched when he denied fighting for fun, doubt written all over his face. "You literally just said you're a fighter for fun." What kind of reason was there to fight people for one's entertainment? That just meant they enjoyed hitting people, or, that's how Sena took it. The praise was completely ignored. After all the other things he had said, it felt sorely out of place. "I'm not asking if you care what other people do. I'm trying to understand why you fight which, in your own words, is an 'entertaining hobby'. From where I'm sitting, people fight for fun because they want to feel strong, or because it makes them feel superior to others. So, if you're neither, what is it?", he explained slowly, reframing his question.

@Sena "I mean...you are going to do whatever you want to do. How you spend your time is none of my business. We live two different lives clearly."
San's tone of voice shifted into a more reasonable one, he started to show signs of relaxation. The stern look upon his features began to soften the longer he sat there and simply just chatted.

"I think people are creepy in general. But you know. Each to their own. And no I don't beat people up for 'fun'. My actions have reasonings. I'm rather compliant unless provoked. Superior? Never. Think you are confusing superior complex with someone who doesn't care what people do in general. I'll still do what I want at the end of the day. I praise you for making money, survival is not easy and its tough on the human body." He commented while his finger tapping continued, fidgeting slightly as he struggles to stay focused on the conversation as he is also eavesdropping on others.

@Choi San Sena blinked and set down his drink. "He didn't pay me. That wasn't a job. Did I say I was celibate? I can want to have fun, also want to not be a at the same time.", he retorted sharply, his eyes narrowing. How many times had he heard that joke? He heard it all the time at the strip club. 'Hey, I saw you kissing the bartender the other night, give me a little kiss too. What's the difference? I'll make it worth your time.' And various other, increasingly depraved variations. It was irritating enough to be made out to be a e just because he stripped. He didn't judge anyone who crossed that line, it was their life, but Sena refused to go there.

Sena sighed aggressively to release the anger that had bubbled up inside him and reached for his glass water, emptying it in a few gulps before gently placing the glass back on the table. Sena eyed San, a glare still evident in his light eyes. He didn't want to burden him by paying for his food? Why was he playing nice suddenly. "Fine. Suit yourself." Sena took a bite out of his burger, instantly feeling better, and some sauce off his lips. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Most of the clients aren't creepy", he said defensively after chewing and swallowing. "But no, I started cause I can earn a lot of money. Why do you beat people up for fun? Does it make you feel strong? Superior? Or do you just need a place to vent."

@Sena San emitted a brief chuckle at Sena's more forward personality now, he found it amusing once more.
"A stripper and bartender...who does other jobs to not let a inside you and yet....you just had with a stranger. So much for your efforts huh?" He explained with his lips curving upward into a brief playful grin.
" I wasn't planning to explain what I do for work but I'm an underground MMA fighter for fun. An entertaining hobby, at least I would say. I'm also fine, not hungry. Though please enjoy your meal and pretend that I'm eating if it makes you feel less weird? I wouldn't ever ask anyone to spend their money on me seriously. You probably have a lot to pay for with bills and basic survival needs, you know?" He continued to comment while bringing his glass to his lips and sips at his water briefly.
"What got you into stripping? You like showing your body to creepy people? I would imagine its a dangerous job nonetheless."

@Choi San Sena had resigned to this being a weird day, with weird company. And now that he knew that his company had a problem restraining his fists, Sena wasn't going to bend over backwards trying to be friendly. He didn't like violent people. They reminded him of his brother. "Ah", he gave a non-committal hum when San confirmed he'd just been bored. A threat, huh. Well, if his job was to beat people up surely he had plenty of people who hated him. Sena glanced around, scanning for anyone who might be staring at San. He didn't see anyone and sat a bit more comfortably. "Tolerable", Sena scoffed and took another sip of his drink. He fidgeted. He was right, Sena had made himself a bit too vulnerable. . He really needed to learn to do better, or one day his luck might run out. And yet, most of Sena just wanted to go 'Aaaah whatever.'. It was his go to excuse to make bad choices. "Mhm." This guy definitely had a superiority complex. How pleasant. The more they spoke, the more Sena's distaste grew. He eyed the other's tapping and took another sip of his drink. "I strip.", he said straight-forwardly. "And I bartend, and whatever other gigs pop up that don't require me to get involved with gangs or let a inside me." Now that Sena didn't care about keeping up appearances anymore, he didn't filter his coarse speech. "Do you work for a gang? Wait no- don't answer that. I don't want to know."

~ the burger is served ~

"You sure you don't want anything? As long as you don't overdo it, I don't mind paying. This one time."

@Sena Body language mattered to San, he noticed that Sena became less energetic and rather calm during this moment together. Its a huge refresher for San, he would much prefer to deal with folks in a more peaceful setting and as simple as this. A simple conversation over drinks etc.
His caramel colored eyes finally returned their attention to Sena while he observes the pink haired individual with curiosity.
"Hm...sober is....impressive. Some would say you are lucky to still be roaming freely. Thats a luxury in this day and age. As for your question..." San shifts his position to fully lean back against the wooden chair, laxed out, while parting his legs slightly to sit comfortably now.
" I have time to kill. Plus you don't seem like a threat and I somehow managed to put you in a state where you are being a little bit vulnerable with me Sena. Makes you tolerable. Plus if it makes you feel a little better, I get lonely sometimes roaming around alone constantly. Social interactions have to occur in order for me to not seem like a total outcast despite how dumb most people are. What do you do for work?" He finally questions, as he taps his fingertips on the table slowly, part of his struggle to stay still.

@Choi San Tend to leave him alone? Great, so he was a repeat offender. Looks like ing that stalker was not the only stupid thing Sena had been doing lately. Here he was sipping on a cocktail with a thug. Sena sighed softly. Great, a thug who beat people up for a living. Pushing that thought away, Sena focused on enjoying his lovely Aperol. "Yeah, I do.", he smiled at the thug over the rim of his glass and took another sip of the bitter drink before setting it down. He chuckled. "Funnily enough, I was completely sober." Sena pursed his lips and eyed the guy. "So, San, why did you 'tell me' to hang out? If you want me to shut up you could have just left. Got some time to kill?" Sena had no idea what answer he was fishing for. Honestly, he was still just butthurt that the guy had said he talked too much.

@Sena The silence lingered for a bit as San awaited for the beverages to arrive.
He continued to stare down at his knuckles but his grip loosening on the glass.
He started to question why he is still sitting at this table with this guy he just met randomly one day.
" The police don't like me but they tend to leave me alone unless I get out of hand. So not much to complain about with them....as for beating people up. Its my job. " he explains, his brown irises averting to witness Sena's face of enjoyment from the drink. San on the other hand mentally shivering, alcohol is gross.
"It would appear...you like to drink. Perhaps that is how it led you to having ual endeavors with a complete stranger....?"

@Choi San "Strawberry milk--", Sena parroted, once again stricken with disbelief. This guy had got to be doing it on purpose. Did they even have strawberry milk here? He could feel Gio giving him side-eye, but seeing as the guy just left they apparently did have strawberry milk... Who'd have thought. Did they have chocolate milk too? No. No, . Who gives a about any milk.

Sena watched him, how he hesitated, how he looked at his fists with confliction glimmering in those eyes. 'Hm.' He thought back to how the guy had looked at his fists with regret before, the dark, threatening tone with which he had lamented not finding 'the person'. Sena was, naturally, curious about what was going on, but he had no interest in digging up all the details. Knowing too much was a recipe for danger... just enough to scratch his curious itch would do fine.

The stripper's left brow arched. He eyed the glass and sat up a little straighter. "..." He hadn't been far off with anger management issues, clearly. "Sounds like you have quite a few conversations with the police." Gio returned with his Aperol and Sena flashed him a smile, waiting for Gio to leave again before speaking up once more. "You get the urge to beat people up often? Should I be worried?" Sena's voice was casual, conversational as he lifted his glass and took a sip. Joy sparked in his eyes at the flavour and he over his lips happily. Ah, alcohol. Best thing in the world.

@Sena "Strawberry milk to be exact." San corrected Sena's order for him, flashing the waiter a grin. He caught on that Sena called Gio by their first name. He knows them which means he must visit here often.
"A bitter cocktail....rhubarb is in it. But I suppose the orange bloody coloring can be nice to look at it. Appealing to the eyes..." The description of the drink just ordered has San lingering his gaze elsewhere while Sena experienced a recap of his previous events. San didn't care ultimately what the male did, just found it stupid.
"I mean....it was stupid but its done with. Your choices are your choices and your consequences." His lips parted to further speak but the question about the bruises has him speechless for a brief moment.
Taking a second to glance down at his knuckles with a train of thought lingering.
"Hm." He hummed. Deciding whether to be honest or lie.
He chose honesty.
"Got in a fight , beat the out of him, then ended up scolded by the police officer. Said something about I'm a walking liability blah blah" he shrugged it off, remembering previous engagements started to irritate him all over again that his grip on his glass tightened, with small sounds of glass cracking can be heard.

@Choi San Seeing him wave over a waiter, Sena let his voice trail off by the time the waiter was at their table. He was about to open his mouth to talk again, but San beat him to it. "..." He blushed faintly. "Ignore him, Gio. I'm paying. Get me an Aperol, and this guy some..... milk.", he said, his eyes still on San. Yes, he knew the waiter. He knew everyone who worked here.

He reached for his water and took another sip, hiding the smirk dancing on his lips. Ah, but the smirk didn't last long. The glass was lowered, brows furrowed in concentration. "." He unhooked his leg and leaned forward onto the table with his elbows. "I didn't. . I need to go get checked again..." Groaning in annoyance at the impending inconvenience he reached for the glass again. Ah, but it was (still) just water so he set it right back down and turned to see how Gio was getting along with his Aperol. The thought of having potentially caught at an STD temporarily directed his ire elsewhere, his irritation towards San dissipating.

"I get you though. It was a stupid thing to do." Sena admitted and sighed, reflecting on his actions. "Oh well." His words were followed by a casual shrug. Technically, the next time he hooked up with the guy they would be friends with benefits not stalker stalkee, so it was all good. As long as he didn't get another super hot stalker, he was confident he wouldn't make the same mistake. Smiling, reassured that chances were high that he'd be better going forward, he was focused on the guy before him again. "Tell me how you got those bruises."

@Sena Bingo-
San saw what he wanted to see, Sena finally giving up the friendly persona.
Everyone had it in them, most think first impressions are important. San doesn't, he wants to see individuals in their raw true form.
When all the forcefulness of kindness starts to crumble, how they react and finally show their true selves.
Though he was slightly taken back by Sena's words that it had him elicit a brief chuckle.
He reached for the pitcher again, to pour the male another glass of water while signaling for the waiter with his free hand.
He glances up to the server and flashes a polite smile as he speaks.
"This fella thinks I'm weird. Can we please serve him a burger and fries? You can put it on my card too."
With that said, he glances to Sena to see if they wanted anything else. But the conversation didn't end.
"I find you to be far more weird, maybe even a little insane if anything. Hope you used a ."

@Choi San Wow. Where was this lunatic from? Sena found himself scoffing again and stared at San in disbelief. "Right..." It was his fault for getting happy over the guy pouring him a glass of water. He shouldn't have let that fool him into thinking that he was going to be less prickly now. What a waste of a smile, he wanted to take it back now. Dammit. He wanted to ask him something again, but he'd probably just get sass back. Tsk. Sena pressed his lips together, brows furrowing. "..." Then he sighed and ran a hand through his hair, swiping it back. Light eyes stared at the guy before him in thought. "You're ing weird.", he said and then reached for his glass of water and emptied it. (in his mouth, not on the floor)

"Care to pour me another? Maybe I'll shut up if I'm busy drinking. - But while you do, I'm going to keep talking. I went to church cause I ed a stalker and said if I didn't get killed I'd go to Church once as a thank you to God. But truth is, Church is not my zone."

@Sena "My money does go to children." He repeated upon hearing Sena's question.
Before taking a seat, San pressed his hands together in a prayer form and politely bowed to the servers that noticed their arrival, then he pulled out the chair across from Sena to finally claim his seating.
He noticed how comfortable and casual Sena became in the public place, usually means that they must be a extrovert or work in a place where interactions are a huge ordeal.
Without hesitation, he reached over the table to grab hold of the handle for the water pitcher to pour water in the cup provided for Sena first, setting the cup near Sena before pouring his own.
Leaning back against the chair, the expression of annoyance still present as he glances around.
"Crowds are a headache, is all. Also, I'm not hungry. But you looked like you needed some food. Perhaps keep your chatty lips busy for awhile instead of questioning me with nosy questions like 'where I'm from'." He retorted, bringing the glass of water to his brims for a brief sip as he stayed focus on the customers surrounding them. Eavesdropping, especially.
"Why attend church, if not going to actually go in?" He further questions whilst tapping the wide of his glass slowly, finally averting his attention to Sena with a quirked brow.
"I didn't ask to hang out. I told you to hang out."

@Choi San Look at this guy. Instantly happier at the prospect of food. Sena sneered. "Your money goes to children?", he asked and eyed the man doubtfully. For the third time he gave him a once over. Was he a poor philanthropist or something? That didn't track with those bruised knuckles. Tsk. Whatever. With a lingering gaze towards the Church, he left with San. 'I'll make it up and come back another day, God. Promise.'

~ beep boop ~

A quiet bus ride later, they arrived in Pigneto and Sena guided San towards the place he had in mind. An affordable place, with burgers. He heard the other curse and glanced at him. "What? Don't like it? It's good." Sena laughed, a short bark of a laugh and pulled out a chair at one of the tables before signalling to the staff that they were going to sit down. Sena dropped into the chair and made himself comfortable, then leaned back, folded his hands on his stomach and brought one foot up to rest on his other knee. "You're the one who asked to hang out, San. Don't get it twisted." Sena bit on the inner corner of his lip in thought. "Anyway, I was looking for an excuse not to go to Church, so this works for me. Where are you from San? Sunny boy?", he grinned.

@Sena San patiently waited for Sena to decide whether he is going to join San or not. Despite him saying that he wasn't waiting around for Sena.
His eyes stayed focus ahead while he kicked his right foot briefly impatiently, ensuring to shove his hands into the front of his pockets while his lips pursed out in a thin line.
"I don't see any denial to paying for my burger...." he comments in a sneaky manner, a hint of playfulness that briefly shows.
Sena is a spicy fella, San came to that conclusion. A spicy fella that kept pestering San, what are the odds...just his luck he thought.

He barely paid attention to what Sena further said, raising his shoulders to shrug with a low hum.
"I'm not starving but you don't seem like a ill mannered individual....my money goes to children. But whatever, lets go to wherever the hell you wanted to go...."

With that being said, San lead the way down the road. He wasn't huge on vehicles, simply because he couldn't afford it so walking it is or a bus stop.

-next place-

As they arrived to the restaurant, San emits a low deep sigh at the realization of the crowd. "." He mumbled lowly mainly to himself.
"Anyway....Sinner Sena....why are you following me?" He comments curiously, side eyeing the happy go lucky individual. It was something he has been thinking about lately. Why is this person continuing to chat with him? Its ing weird-