❛ after hours ❜ - gain+sehun
The night had been unsatisfactory, leaving little trace of any taste at all on the informant. She would have preferred a little bitterness - something she could investigate, something she could invest her time in. And to think she had to stay overtime to help clean up the bar that night; things certainly weren't going her way. She would have appreciated an opportunity to change into something other than the costume she had worn for work. An oversized, white button-down was all that could cover the outfit consisting of little more than tight black leather bands, which was uncomfortable, to say the least. But a silence would befall her lips, leaving her lingering in a hushed and annoyed state of mind. After all, in that moment, she was just another source of labor for the Diamonds. There was no one she could steal information from - save the single other figure in the room she had been assigned.
Sehun. A man she had barely ever paid attention to in the past, he often escaped the gazes of the higher ups. He was quiet, after all. As far as everyone else was concerned, Sehun worked well without complaint or involvement with the gang itself. As far as the two were concerned, Gain was just a stripper, and Sehun was just a bartender. But now, as he was the only one in Gain's field of vision, the informant within her couldn't help but focus in on him. She had been told in the past that Diamond-affiliated workers should avoid revealing anything about the gangs to those who weren't involved.
But could he really be so oblivious to it all? Shouldn't any reasonable man suspect something about the place? About the people who ran and came to the club regularly?
Perhaps Sehun was such a reasonable man that he decided firmly to avoid conflict by staying out of it all. That must have been it - pure unawareness was impossible. In any case, no one else was in the vicinity to stop her, and the curiosity fueled by boredom was overwhelming her. Besides, she could probably trust Sehun's ability to clean up the place even without her help.
Taking a seat on one of the stools directly in front of her target, the petite woman simply stared at Sehun's hand as he wiped the surface of the bar. After several moments of waiting, the petite woman tapped the nail of her index finger against the bar, gaze defiantly turning upwards to meet Sehun's eyes in silence. Head cocked slightly to the side to get a clearer view of the man she had barely seen before. "Vodka." A single, vague word was all her command consisted of.