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their eyes darted around the lounge in panic as he yelled, praying that their manager had been pulled to the restaurant for the night. ‘ jesus, ’ they hissed in return, ‘ keep it down, hyunki — this is still a five star hotel. ’ alva took the glass in front of him away and to the sink, coming back with a new bottle of top shelf tequila and a clean shot glass. ‘ listen, not to be a dad or whatever, but nikita’s one of my best friends and i want to know what your intentions are with her. ’ they held the bottle in the line of hyunki’s vision, just barely out of the other’s grasp. ‘ if you’re honest, i’ll give you a shot, game ? ’
“these patrons are dull, anyway. you’re welcome for livening up the place, babe.” he teased flatly. a half-assed smile that didn’t meet his eyes, hyunki was now genuinely uncomfortable with the pounding in his head. his focus hadn’t broken from the tequila, fingers itching as they pulled it from the shelf and brought it that much closer to him. oh. her name had him reeling to a stop. until that point, he’d thought alva was playing another game with hyunki, to pass along the shift, albeit a more sadistic one. this was - sort of - real. “my intentions? jesus, alva. let me live. you know i’d throw myself into traffic for her, come ON.” his hand was outstretched, grabby, to attempt snatching the liquor from them. “fine, yes. i’m game. but i’m going to complain the whole time - until i’m pleasantly hammered.”
