Jai had always loved parties.
Even before he had been granted access to Elijah’s body, the bright lights, deafening music, and sweaty bodies that pressed up against each other had always been endearing to him. The smell of alcohol and hormones was a scent that not many people found appealing; but Jai did. He strived to be a part of it; to experience the risque, reckless life.
Now, he had his chance.
That was how he found himself at a club in Gangnam, two females whose names he had not bothered to learn rubbing up on either sides of him. The music and pulsing lights gave him a nice high—well, it was either that or someone had spiked his drink; a concept that was far from surprising. “Excuse me, ladies,” he laughed, squeezing out from the Elijah sandwich they had created. The two women shot him fleeting looks of regret before finding themselves another victim.
He made his way to the bar, waving down a bartender and asking for another drink. Lopsided smile etched on his face, he turned to the person next to him at the bar. “This place is sick, huh?” he offered as a starting line, before extending his hand. Might as well make a couple friends, even just for the night.
“Name’s Elijah.”
The local area had been restricted by the government due to abandonment and lack of hygiene management. (Un)Fortunately the shattered and broken pieces were seen as an inspired local pub in somebody's odd perspective; comprehensively reconstructing the abandoned area to an adult socializing zone, in other words a nightclub or a brothel of drunk and aroused strangers.
The loud beats blasted through the entire place, causing both grounds and feets to bounce, bodies drenched in sweat and heat rubbing against one another within the crowded space, and minds controlled by liquor and strong scent of vodka completing the air.
The man's sharp and observed gaze were fixated from stranger to stranger, examining each unfamiliar physiques to forget the next upcoming day. His lithe fingers were locked around the glass stem, supporting the weight of dark rouge wine, in await to be swallowed and soon re-filled.
His alcohol tolerance were high and sudden irritation began to abruptly form around the area of his temples. The intolerable music throbbed his eardrums vigorously, hitting them his cells up to insanity. He poured the toxic liquor into his mouth, emptying the glass from a 'one-shot'
A sigh of apathy absconded out of his lips from the stranger's words, not bothering turning his gaze around to take a look at the latter. He was disinterested and bored, unaccustomed to the area, yet he overstayed his own welcome.
''If you say so,'' he replied, waiting for the bartender to quickly re-fill his glass. ''I'm Han, just got stud up.'' he added, extending his own hand out to greet theirs briefly.
