@mournus continued from here
Tae-min did usually bring clients here when he had to do the disgusting thing of schmoozing, but today... nothing was going right. He'd gotten shot, was left with a ripped and bloodstained top (thankfully he was in all black), and to top it all off he'd had an argument with his brother. At least he'd managed to get the bullet out and healed. So, tonight he was not drinking socially or just to pass time. He was drowning his sorrows. The last thing he expected was for the bar staff to talk to him. Didn't he have I'm a moody fucker written all over his face? Ah. It seemed he did.
The reaper sighed, "Don't worry, I'll only punch you if you deserve it." He took a big swing of his whiskey and finished it in a few gulps. The glass was offered back to the other as he wiped the corner of his mouth. "Can you get me another? Just... bring me three, huh? Aniyah - bring me five."
Sadly, much to Tae-min's dismay, moody fuckers were Ray's favorite people. It's not just that he could sense some sort of weird energy the second that the reaper walked into the bar, but the sorry state in which he was in surely made the demon curious. Perhaps that was the curse of spending so much time amongst humans; he started behaving like one sometimes.
"Well, I do have a very punchable face," he offered as a small joke, if only to show that he meant no harm. And why would he? It wasn't every day that a potentially interesting patron walked through those doors. So maybe, just maybe, he would dedicate some extra attention to Tae-min this particular night.
"Here you go, mate," Ray added gently, pouring him yet another glass of whiskey and sliding it over the table in the reaper's direction. "But how about-- I leave the whole bottle here and try to make your night better? The bar's near empty tonight and I'm three doritos away from dying of boredom here..."
