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“Care to dance?”
Scanning the woman up and down, he gave her a smile. “Of course, how could I refuse an offer from a beautiful lady.” he said with a wink from behind his mask as he took her hand, leading her to the dance floor.
“Some people go so overboard with these things.”
“Yeah...I don’t understand why though...It’s just a party..” he mused as he observed other people wearing the most ridiculous looking outfits that looked more expensive than his rent. “There are better things to spend you money on like...food for example.”
“Ow! You stepped on my foot.”
“Oops...my bad.” He laughed as he helped himself to another bite of the random food he was holding in his hand. Usually, when he had a little too much to drink, he would get clumsy and would have an insane appetite, eating anything as long as it was high in calories and was absolutely terrible for his health.
“Stop looking at your feet and look at me.”
His cheeks slightly flushed in embarrassment, as he slowly looked up, making eye contact with the woman in front of him. “I’m sorry, I’m not really the best dancer and to be honest, I don’t really want to be here right now…” he said sheepishly, avoiding eye contact.
“Some people go so overboard with these things.”
“I know right,” he said as he took another sip of his drink, observing the rest of the people at the ball. “I honestly never understand people that make such a big fuss over things like this,” he stated, gesturing to a girl that had six inch heels that looked like they could stab right through someone’s heart and a ridiculous over the top sparkly mask on her face.
"He chased me and he wouldn't stop!"
Damien blinked, waiting for him to continue his story, intrigued by the events of one of Jiyong’s past escapades. But he just stayed silent. “And? What happened next? Did you end up outrunning him? Or did you get kidnapped? Tell meee I wanna know!!” He said, whining like a little kid.
"He chased me and he wouldn't stop!"
Furrowing his brow in confusion as to why this girl was telling him this in the first place, he answered “Uh...okay and then what happened?” Him and Cerise were never really that close, so he found it kind of weird as to why she was telling him a story about some creep hitting on her at the bar.
Masquerade AU Starter Sentences
“I feel like I know you.”
“I have to leave at midnight”
“Are you going to leave a shoe behind for me to find you?”
“I’ll take my mask off only if you can guess my name.”
“I know you, but you don’t know me.”
“I don’t think I know you.”
“Have we met before?”
“Your eyes are breathtakingly beautiful behind that mask!”
“Care to dance?”
“So I guess this is the wallflower section?”
“Punch?”
“I can’t dance.”
“You’re doing a lovely job.”
“Ow! You stepped on my foot.”
“Don’t step on my skirts”
“This corset is so tight.”
“You look handsome tonight.”
“You look beautiful tonight.”
“That’s a lovely dress.”
“That dress shows off all the right curves.”
“I never thought I’d see you in a tux.”
“You look great in a tux.”
“Her dress must have cost her thousands.”
“Some people go so overboard with these things.”
“Can I see who you are beneath the mask?”
“Can I kiss you?”
“Stop looking at your feet and look at me.”
“I feel like I’m hobnobbing with royalty here.”
“I’ve never worn anything this fancy before.”
“Can you guess who I am?”
“You can take off my mask.”
“You have to promise not to be upset when I take off the mask.”
“These shoes are leaving blisters!”
“I feel like I’m in a fairy tale.”
“I feel like I’m in a nightmare.”
drunken stranger ;
(...)
A rosy tint coloured his high cheek bones and the usual shy hazel-eyed gaze was now actively observing the place, a little curious and excited glint in round orbs. Jaejoong acted rather unlike himself, but the strangers in the bar did not know this fact. That some were making fun of him, didn’t even register in Jaejoong’s mind, who was by now rapidly signing to the woman sitting on the stool next to him. The blond was making the strangest sounds, breathy syllables which weren’t actually spoken and the slight clicking of his tongue. If he had been sober, Jaejoong would have been embarrassed from the tip of his toes to the crown of his head. Yet he wasn’t, and he remained oblivious to the fact that he added to the loudness factor of the bar.
Eventually, the woman seemed to have lost her patience, and slid off her stool as she wore an annoyed expression on her face. Not understanding what he had done wrong, Jaejoong’s big eyes followed her, unable to pick up on the mocking laughter from several mean-looking guys in a booth. The blond turned his head, shifted his body and gazed at the man sitting on his right. The stranger seemed nice; dark hair, kind eyes but appearing a little secretive. The latter didn’t seem to bother the 26-year-old as he attempted to start conversation, picking up his pen and scribbling on a blank spot in his notebook. ‘dyou understad y shee left?’ Jaejoong blinked, sure he had made some spelling mistakes but the mystery of the answer was more important to the blond at that very moment.
For a good time, Damien usually went to more popular bars and clubs such as Lush or Spirit. Tonight however, was his night off and he was in no mood to deal with anything high class, as he already worked at an overly posh place that served uberly expensive drinks to upper class douchebags, he had no interest in dealing with or seeing them.
So here he was, at 1 a.m. sitting alone at a bar watching some weirdo sitting next to him attempt to pick up a girl and absolutely fail. He often observed and watched people from afar, especially at bars or clubs, since it always amused him to watch their weird and crazy antics.
However, this guy was either completely drunk, straight up high or both judging by his actions. He had yet to decide. Damien let out a chuckle once the woman left the bar, stomping out of the place, leaving the blond man by himself, looking confused. He had felt sorry for the stranger as he most likely had no idea what he was doing and seemed kind of lost.
Just as he was about to ask him if he was okay, the blond slid a notebook towards him. He took it in his hands, confused as to why he had written him a message instead of just saying it out loud, when he realized that the man hadn’t said a single audible word this whole entire time.
Realizing that he probably had a disability of some sort, not completely sure what it was, his pity towards the man grew. After he deciphered his inaccurately spelled message, he then shrugged and answered “Well, it’s her loss.”hoping that it would make him feel better. Still feeling concerned about the stranger he then added “Are you okay?”
Melanie Martinez {Sentence Starters}
"It's no fun, when I'm sitting all alone."
"You seem to replace your brain with your heart."
"I guess I held on for too long."
"You think you're smarter than me
"So now I'm really sorry for being the apologetic one."
"Your heart's too big for your body."
"Someone told me 'stay away from things that aren’t yours'."
"Is this coming off in a cheesy way?"
"All the makeup in the world won't make you less insecure."
"I'm done with your bittersweet tragedy."
"You take things so hard, and then you fall apart."
"Now I gotta wash my mouth out with soap."
"Whoever said I gave a shit about you?"
"Everyone thinks that we're perfect."
"It's not like I'm asking to be your wife!"
"Tell me what to do to make it all feel better."
"If you like me, please let me know."
"It's my party and I'll cry if I want to."
"Do you like my cookies? They're made just for you."
"Tell me why the hell no one is here!"
"You're one of a kind, and no one understands."
"And it's all fun and games,'til somebody falls in love."
"Wanna make you mine, but that's hard to say."
"I'm sick of all the games I have to play."
"He chased me and he wouldn't stop!"
"Please, don't let them look through the curtains."
"So what if I'm crazy? The best people are."
"I need to kill you. That's the only way to get you out of my head."
"I see things that nobody else sees."
"And I think you're crazy, too. That's probably the reason that we get along."
— When It’s Dark Out
(...)
Even the dark sky couldn’t stop Jiyong from putting on his favorite shades that accompanied his all black plain outfit. A turtle neck, skintight pants and a pair of leather Chelsea boots. Each of them in the same colour.
Standing before the gate of Macheon Hill, he shifted his feet due to the chilly breeze. At home, he already had a coat in his hand but quickly put it back on the hanger as he realized that he might whether lose it or stain it with manifold substances. He found putting on any jacket as a nonsense then. After all, the drinks were supposed to him him warm through the night.
The security guard who was slowly walking from one side to another kept on giving Jiyong a nearly suspicious glare. Diving his hand into the back pocket, he soon slid out his phone and tapped on his friend’s number.
[ ➤ The D ] you know what day it is [ ➤ The D ] better be ready cuz i’m waiting outside xoxo
Although Damien was quite a loner back in high school, after gossip girl ruined his reputation for him, it didn’t mean that he never went out. In fact, most of his nights were spent at random bars and clubs. The only thing is, unlike others, he always came alone and left alone.
But for some reason no matter where he went, he would mostly bump into one person: Jiyong. At first, he had tried to avoid him, wanting to keep to himself and his own problems. However, they kept on repeatedly meeting and each time Jiyong always sat next to him at the bar if he ever saw him there. So over time they had gradually became drinking buddies.
Now, years later, his drinking buddy had called him telling him that he wanted to “relive the nights of high school”. Not having anything better to do, and being the loyal friend he was, he agreed to it.
He examined himself in the mirror before heading out. Not really caring much about fashion, he had simply grabbed a random collared long sleeved shirt, pulled on the first pair of skinny jeans he could find and his favorite pair of doc martens were on his feet. Since it was pretty cold, he threw on a random leather jacket and headed out the door.
At that moment his phone buzzed in his pocket, which meant he had a new message. Reading the text, he then quickly typed up his response.
[text–> Jikachu] Ofc I know what day it is!
[text–> Jikachu] I’m so ready to get turnt!ヽ( ★ω★)ノ
[text–> Jikachu] Be there soon :)
♠️~Bail Me Out
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Another long night had passed and Damien was absolutely spent. It was now 5 in the morning and after countless hours of dealing with all sorts of drunks, pouring an endless amount of drinks and faking his smile until his cheeks hurt, he was just about ready to pass out.
He lazily trudged his way to the bathroom and started to brush his teeth. After he finished washing his face, he stripped off his shirt and his pants, not bothering to change into proper pyjamas, and fell onto his bed.
Usually, he had trouble falling asleep at night and would stay up tossing and turning. And if he did fall asleep right away, he usually would wake up again later in the night from a terrible nightmare.
Just as he was about to drift off into dream land, his ringtone from his phone started playing. At this point, Damien was absolutely furious. Who the hell would call at 5:30 in the morning on a Saturday?! Even though he was tempted to simply ignore the call and let it go to voicemail, he had a gut feeling that it was important.
Letting out a frustrated groan, he rolled over, reached for his phone on his nightstand and answered the call, not bothering to check the caller id. “Nnngh...Who is this and what the fuck do you want?” he lazily groaned into the phone, half asleep.
*OOC
Hi guys! This is actually Gabrielle a.k.a Mina’s mun. This is my second muse in the directory and I would love to plot with all of you! So if you’re interested in plotting just like this post and I will make sure to message you asap <3 And thank you to all the people that sent a welcome message (even though I’m not new XD) I promise I will reply to them all soon ^.^
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