Twisting his tongue between his teeth, Park leant against the bar of the palace and scanned the venue. Ever since his...incident...with Anthony, he hadn’t really been in the mood to do anything else other than keep track of her. And by her, he meant Florence. Yes, she had Dom and yes, he trusted Dom...although the whole Kendall incident had pissed him off. But, Park had always been the type where he only believed things he saw with his own eyes and right now, Anthony was nowhere to be seen. Just how he liked it.
He watched as his younger sister danced, and laughed, and then danced some more and was almost one hundred percent sure that she’d never watched an episode of Death Note in her life, despite the costume. Whatever.
“Fuck, can I help you?” he laughed, finishing his drink before finally acknowledging the person he’d felt lingering for a few minutes now. “Y’know, if you want a closer look, you’d just have to ask.”
He was teasing, of course, but everybody knew his arrogance allowed him to believe that everybody found him attractive to an extent. And usually, he was right. However, the smugness was wiped off of his face when he saw the other persons expression.
“You okay?”