“Pfft, you’ll be lucky if you were able to date a hot fucker like me.” Keon mused as he dusted some small dust particles off the fabric of his shirt. Brown eyes watching how the male rubbed his stomach making the vampire scoff a bit. “Oh suck it up. It was a baby punch, shortie.” He really needed to stop pushing the buttons of the younger male, but seeing how it was his first form of actual entertainment, the elder allowed the thought to be pressed back in his mind, as his ears picked up on the male’s name. “Chen the bartender.” He noted down, carefully studying the male. It seemed like the youth had more potential of being a ‘friend’ to the vampire than food. Then again it wasn’t every day that Keon would come across someone that proved him wrong on his views with humans. “We seem to be in the same business.” Not really per-say, Keon was more of waiter during the day and well at night, he was a male escort to any lonely human female or vampire that could afford a night with him.
Should he? extend an invitation to the latter? Despite of his confidence, Keon was always socially awkward around people. It had been nearly 28 years since he had any other human contact not after— ‘don’t think about it Yongguk.’Another thought to add to the box behind his mind. ” How about some drinks?” How awkward was that coming out of his fucking mouth, but it was said and done as Keon shrugged his shoulders a bit at the suggestion. “Unless you have a bed time to get to, kid.” Again, that smug grin appeared on his lips, his social skills were shit.
"Before I get more blood outta that foul mouth of yours, you better shut up, Mr. Baby Punch." Chen really couldn’t stop that snap, huffing as he turned his head to the side. As weird as it seemed to himself, he sort of enjoyed the feeling of someone constantly at his throat. Though he could only wish he had the same courage to give a piece of his mind in the past. Heck, maybe if that was the case, it wouldn’t have driven him to get plastic surgery. He decided not to dwell on it longer. "Same business? Bartender too?"
“Drinks? I just left work…” The mention of his work made him look towards the watch on his wrist while he raised his eyebrow at the man and his little comments that would tick Chen off just in the slightest. “Yes, in fact, I DO have a bedtime to get to, but with the goodness of my heart, I will take you home and make you a drink for… that.” His eyes drifted towards the man’s lip, a little cracked with a glimpse of red. “If you want, that is.”