Earl Grey with Chocolate Whiskey! [ I didn't even look at these omg! spontaneouss. ]
Earl Grey Tea - Your muse sits down with mine to have a nice cup of tea.
That’s the question that has Jaejoong raising his head from the phone in his lap to the sight of a younger person peering at him with that sort of hopeful yet tentative expression that Jaejoong himself knew he wore when he said something to people he didn’t know. Or, well, actually now that he notices she looks a little bit nervous too but–
Oh right he’s forgetting to answer. Which might be why her expression has gone a little worried.
“Ah its fine! Nobody taking that place,” he replies quickly, giving the young woman a warm smile, his eyes tracking her movements as she sits, Jaejoong unable to help his curiosity. He doesn’t even take a chance to look around and see if its too busy for a place of her own at the cafe or not, just keeps his gaze on her, getting to know her in his own way of observations. Starting up conversation isn’t his best endeavor, he’s not full of witty words in that way, but should she give him any kind of start on it, well, he’s liable to carry the conversation once its going well enough.
Whiskey - My muse wants to get drunk with yours and do stupid things.
“Say you came you really came!” he shouts over the music, voice losing some of its usual tickling velvet depth as it goes up in volume, which means it also goes up in pitch without his intention. That change though simply shows just how eager he is for the new friend he made over tea of all things to actually show up on the scene Jaejoong had invited her to. The fact that this is a gay bar matters little to Jaejoong, he’d invited her just to give her a new experience after all!
“I told you it would be a good time I’m so glad you came I promise to make it fun so do you-”
Jaejoong stops, arm slinging wide mid-drape over her shoulders, his entire body stilling while his brain attempts to compute whats in front of him: she’s already holding up a pair of shot glasses in her hands.
Jaejoong’s animated surprise shifts back into a smile not a moment after, but this time that eager smile curls into something of a grinning deviant. Taking one of the shots she’s holding out to him, Jaejoong couldn’t ever be upset by an offering to get drunk.
“Make it like a Ke$ha style party tonight?” he says with that same grin, referencing one of his favorite club music singers.
Chocolate - Your muse finds mine naked in their bedroom.
So why the hell would he ever need clothes in a cozy place like that?
This is Jaejoong’s logic for anywhere clothes aren’t strictly required. If the man had it his way, clothes would become an option in life, not a social necessity. Being naked was far more comfortable and easier in his mind, not to mention he wanted as many people to appreciate his existence as he was able to find, and more often than not, people thought pretty well of his naked self. Its this same naked self that he’s now rolling around in Irene’s bed, enjoying the feeling of his smooth shaven skin sliding along the sheets and blankets, to the point that he lets out a continuous pleased hum from his throat, Jaejoong’s rendition of a purr.
Drunk and happy to delve into sensation and nothing else, Jaejoong doesn’t fight how his eyes shut thanks to his inebriated state, it only helps to make it all feel that much better anyways, putting away sight and going just to touch. Having stripped his clothes as soon as he’d fumbled himself onto the bed while his new friend was in the bathroom, Jaejoong waits for her to get in the bed too. Too used to being naked and knowing people that put up with his want for snuggling and kissing, drunk as he is, Jaejoong doesn’t have a worry cross his mind that this new friend is going to appreciate that particular behavior too.
