` s ober || mnk & kai
One drink down; he’s a little annoyed with a nameless blonde with tacky makeup who keeps pressing her knockoff HBA’s on his crisp, newly gifted, Lavin Gros Grain Ribbon Collar button up. It was his fault sporting such an expensive gift when frequents of even Hongdae’s finest spots are completely, utter, idiots.
Two drinks down; he’s on the floor, preying. He’s managed to hook the few lone parties of men who couldn’t help but succumb to the cunning glares of the raven-haired male; most of which whom were drunk, and allegedly mistaking him as female (though, the reveal of his gender didn’t stop them from accepting his card).
Three drinks down; he’s feeling it all so suddenly. Body heat rising to an incredible high, thanks to the alcohol playing catalyst. He attempts stripping away from his gift, though, the alcohol assures his motor skills otherwise that he wasn’t up to the challenge; only one button manages being freed.
Four drinks down; he’s a laughing mess. Short, dark, locks pointing in every which direction; a mess. He makes a silent promise to himself to one more drink and then a taxi home to late night Netflix after a quick session with a regular that waits for the conclusion of his weekend escapades.
He’s at the bar; round eyes are locked on a brilliant gold illuminated (un-)naturally by lights and blurred vision. He wasn’t too far gone to know whoever this blond was, they were gorgeous.
And they looked so lonely.
“You’re pretty fucking good looking. . . kind of.” he drunkenly starts, elbows supporting him on the surface of the bar where his feet couldn’t bear his weight any longer. He didn’t mean to, without his own consent, slender digits find their way into the stranger’s fringe. Grooming rather lovingly than enticing; eyes stung red with a gloss, he’s wearing a soft smile. “You should buy me a drink if you think I’m cute, oooooor you can just pay me now and we can take a dive into whatever gets you off.”
”Your call, love.”