Lethal Happy Hour | Seung-Hyo | Execution
Seung-Hyo’s head is held low, hidden from sight. Is.. is he crying? His shoulders are tense, and he’s shaking- you can see it through his coat. As the bartender raises his head, however, you realize he’s not weeping.
“It’s such a shame… None of you even got to see the beautiful, dangerous creature I am. You’re all so, so fucking fortunate that I’m going to be slaughtered- because out of everyone here…”
A piercing, serpentine smile spreads across his face, and his tone takes on a sinister edge.
"I alone am the apex predator.”
With this, he swiftly removes a boning knife tucked into his briefs on his left side. He slams it into his podium with such brute force and precision that it becomes thoroughly lodged in the wood, surrounded with a barrier of splinters.
“None of you know how many poor unfortunate souls I’ve wrapped around my finger. I am a divine creature of persuasion and seduction; a forbidden fruit to every Adam and Eve of this world.”
“I was made for this game, and with sheer luck, you’ve managed to pick me out and extinguish my fire. Bravo.”
“I’ve caused divorces- severed the red string of fate from even the closest pairs. I’ve seduced men only to ruin their lives and toss them to the wolves without a second thought. Getting money from the ordeal is always welcomed, though…”
Seung-Hyo extends his hand, casually displaying several expensive rings. Was every expensive, one-of-a-kind piece he owned something he had bought, or were they all gifts from suitors? You had to wonder…
“Not to mention the assaults or murders. I have a good few of those on my track record, too. Think about that… I’ve convinced perfectly stable members of society to commit the lowest, filthiest acts of violence. All for me.”
“I could have had any of you right where I wanted you- I could have said ‘Jump’ and any one of you would have said ‘How high?’”
“There would have been no wrong or right way- only my way.”
“Oh, Delta… You, especially. When I met you, I could practically feel your weakness and low self-esteem radiating off of you. It was absolutely delicious. If I had more time with you, you would have been putty in my hands. You are absolutely pitiful, and that’s what makes you wonderful.”
Seung-Hyo goes silent and turns his back to the courtroom, leaning against his podium
“… I hope you all fucking die. Good luck getting out of here- you’ll need it. You’re all pathetic, hormonal teenagers. I doubt any of you will get out of here alive.”
The scene is set- a dark lounge bar, lit with soft blue lighting from behind the counter. Quiet jazz music plays softly in the background, creating an almost eerie atmosphere. Seung-Hyo stands on the other side of the sleek countertop, held in place by two metal clamps attached to chains fastening his ankles to the floor. Escape is clearly not an option.
Retaining his calm facade, Seung-Hyo keeps his normal posture- head held high, hands behind his back. A eerie laugh is heard as a shadowy figure approaches the bar, sitting on a chair.
“Martini with beefeater, extra dry, and with a twist, straight up, and stirred!” it cackles, earning a feigned smile from the young bartender as he makes preparations for the drink. Seung-Hyo seems to fall into a somewhat comfortable zone, throwing the martini glass over his shoulder and catching it as he turns around, placing it on the counter.
Two more appeared, both barking their orders at him. Again, he smiles courteously and continues working on the first’s drink. Seung-Hyo finishes and turns to collect two glasses for the next two, and as he looks back towards the seats, five more had appeared.
The shock on his face is completely clear, and yet again, the shadows call out their orders. Seung-Hyo’s movements clearly become shaky- he struggles to remember the orders, and each time he turns around, several more appear.
Drinks that don’t fit the order are tossed at him, glass slicing open the skin of his cheek and neck. Bleeding and shaken, Seung-Hyo stares out at the large crowd of shadows that has now surrounded his bar, their drone of complaints ringing in his ears. The bartender, distracted by the amalgamation of black around him, doesn’t notice as a single shadow parts from the crowd.
It climbs over the counter, grabbing a bottle that it promptly smashes. Seung-Hyo leaps out of his skin, tripping over his restraints and falling on the countertop next to him. The shadow with the broken bottle lunges and jumps toward him, plunging the edges of broken glass into his abdomen. The crowd follows suit and practically jumps on the bartender, digging their claws, teeth, and shards of glass into his skin. A blood-curdling scream erupts from the boy, followed by sobbing and short howls of pain. Blood splatters on the walls around him as he is slowly and painfully mauled by the horde of patrons. By the time the mob had tired out, Seung-Hyo was long past dead, his body twisted, malformed, and covered in large open wounds.
The lights and music of the bar slowly fade out, and the gruesome scene is left in complete darkness.
Seung-Hyo Jeung, Super High School Level Flair Bartender, has been executed.
[Credit to Keri for the Art]
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