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[hong-green-bean93]

But Mom, Ball is Life

Minsung walks into Club Aura and turns on the lights. Something about the club not pulsing with bass and being illuminated with strobing lights makes it seem so small. Dressed in a simple white T-shirt and black jeans, the stripper walks through his empty place of work towards the back, where he and the other employees keep their things. Despite not wanting to stay home, the loyal and extremely stubborn young man refuses to attend the mascarade party or whatever, that’s being held at Club Vue. Much like a vampire or a demon in a church, Minsung is 75% convinced that if he steps foot into the other club, he will immediately catch fire. 

Turning the combination lock to the right numbers, he opens his little storage unit and grabs the book he had forgotten there yesterday. Locking his things back up, book in hand, he heads back to the main floor of the club, looking around. Everything is painted black, of course, and yellow orange from the house lights makes everything look creepy. The pipes meters above his head look like tangled spider’s legs. Shuddering because he’s freaking himself out, Minsung decides to just stay there for a bit. 

As he opens his book to the page marked with an insistent client’s phone number, he idly wonder what the others are doing. He’s sure they’re either home, doing nothing, or decided to sneak into the other club to have a good time. Shrugging to himself, he takes out his phone, opens his music and plays some classical music as he loses himself in Arthur C. Clark’s vivid descriptions of outer space. 

[hong-green-bean93]

@chverins It was the end of the night at Club Aura, meaning it was about three in the morning. The other employees are packing up their things and going home, but Minsung has swiped a half empty bottle of whiskey from the bar and is looking for someone to share it with, not quite ready to return home himself. Spotting a potential companions, he waves his free hand cheerfully at her. “Auntie Chae!” He calls out as he approaches her. “How about you, me and this bottle of Jack have a nice little chat, hm? It’s been ages...” he gently raises and shakes the bottle in his hand, the dark amber liquid sloshing invitingly again the glass surrounding it. “What do you think, hon?”

[hong-green-bean93]

@jaehwcs After his stage performance that evening, and after collecting the tips from his underwear, Minsung Heads back onto the floor and coaxes the generally already intoxicated customers to have one more drink. He goes to the bar to order for them, winking cheerfully at the bartender as he does so, scanning the bar stools for anyone who might want a private dance with Club Aura’s prettiest stripper. On his second round of drink collections, he sees a man that looks familiar, but Minsung isn’t sure from where. The stripper is generally pretty good with with faces, seeing as that’s a part of his side job, but he can’t place him. Mildly frustrated with himself, he puts on a cheerful smile as he delivers a round of drinks to a rowdy table of 20-somethings. He doesn’t even notice his ass getting smacked, so focused is he on remembering who that man is. A few minutes later, it clicks. Minsung has seen this man’s face before on the picture that is sitting in the pocket of his jeans in the back room. Someone had given him a job this morning, sending him the photo and a list of known associates that he hadn’t gotten the chance to read yet. What a stroke of luck! That his newest target is right there. Genuinely happy, Minsung walks over under the pretense of reaching for some napkins and flashes the man a smile. “Hey there handsome~ How’s your evening going so far?”