❝ THROWDOWN ❞ ʟʜ ☓ ᴄʏ
There was a bonfire raging a few feet away, driftwood piled high on the beach and every so often someone would toss a flame at the warped wood when the it started to dwindle. It sparked up green, sometimes blue through the orange haze, whenever it licked at salt and bubbled up multicolored and enticing. The sky was heavy and dark, no room for the stars to shine through, but Chanyeol didn't really mind. He didn't go out to stargaze, just for company, maybe a few drinks at the slapdash bonfire party one of his friends had thrown together. He pulled the sleeves of his shirt down to cover his palms, was settled against a rock and watching as a few people made complete asses of themselves, stumbling around drunk and trying to fight over some girl in a short skirt. It had Chanyeol laughing to himself, stretched himself out and felt the thick press at the shift of his weight, money from his pocket digging into his skin.
It wasn't his, not rightfully at least. He'd taken it from some pretty little thing earlier, doe eyes and he looked like he might tumble over if an airbender happened to pick a fight with him. All Chanyeol had seen was an easy target, honestly. He had been feeling bold, it was easy to see he was a tourist, even struck up a conversation--an easy enough diversion as he kept his attention occupied and snuck a hand into his pocket to pinch, well, way too much money. Apparently the kid had been loaded. That was the nice thing about tourists though, never on guard and carrying way too much for their own good, and it was how Chanyeol paid the bills. It maybe wasn't the most productive thing he could be doing with his time, and he'd had a path--he'd had connections, could have made himself into someone decently important, could have made himself into something in the military. He was smart enough, but he didn't have the drive. Not for that at least, his father had put a bitter taste in his mouth at the prospect of it all and Chanyeol was too hot headed to just push himself through the motions like a good son, like a drone.
Chanyeol was contemplating pushing himself up in search of another drink, or maybe finding some hot chick to talk into going home with him, instead he rocked up to his feet and came face to face with pretty boy and well, that hadn't been exactly part of the plan. He played innocent anyway. "Oh, hey. What brings you around here?" he asked him, an easy drawl - slouched in place though was gauging the others reaction, wondered if he could make a break for it. The kid didn't really look like he would be much of a threat, Chanyeol was mostly concerned on actually landing his ass in trouble. "There's, uh, booze. That way." he nodded towards the fire, played like he definitely wasn't the one who'd lifted a shit ton of money off of him.