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@mpbaekhyun
“Not interested.” He replies to the stranger without even a bat of his eye. “Now scram,” he mutters not too long after, glaring icily at the man—daring him to try something—until he took his leave. And he does. He sneers at Milo and walks off with a huff. Not that the young adult cares or anything—he wasn’t his type after all. With the other gone, the twenty year old took another sip from the drink in his hand and returned his attention back to the swarm of bodies on the dance floor.
He watched as they moved in a desynchronized rhythm. The music not matching up with some of their jerky movements. Arms flailing, feet stomping, sweaty bodies touching—the thought of joining in made him grimace against the rim of his glass. It would have been fine if he were drunk—he cares a lot less about everything when he’s drunk. But he wasn’t drunk, nor intending on getting drunk. But he knew he would have to jump into the fray sometime if he were to get what he’d wanted in the first place.
Though, he wasn’t even sure of what he’d wanted tonight. He hadn’t made any plans with any friends to go out—in fact, he hadn’t even planned on going out. But after a rather long shift and a number of annoying customers, he figured that he’d go off and maybe unwind with a few drinks. And if someone happened to look interesting enough to him before he got tired of the alcohol, music, and people, then maybe he’d indulge in them as well.
So there he stayed, gingerly sipping at his cocktail, eyeing the crowd with dulling interest, until someone caught his eye.
“Hey, handsome!” He called over the roaring of the crowd in an attempt to get the man’s attention. But to his luck, the other demigod hadn’t heard him—others had however and he glared every single one of them down until they backed off.
Naturally, he blamed it on the booming music that sounded through the club. He’d known it was a longshot for the other to hear him with all the noise pollution, but he figured he’d still try. He wasn’t about to shift and shove his way through a crowd of people he didn’t want touching him if he didn’t need to. But that seemed to be his only option at this point.
He rolled his eyes—more at himself than at anything else—and downed the rest of the drink in his hand. Without further ado, he set the empty glass down, hopped off his bar stool and braced himself as he slipped into the crowd, eyes dead set on the man dancing.
It didn’t take him very long to get there, though there were few people here and there that stopped him on the way, he easily brushed them off with a shrug or a shake of his head. Once within reach and the other’s back to him, he’d tapped the demigod’s shoulder to get his attention. He repeated the action a second time when it still hadn’t gotten the other to turn around.
But once the stranger had finally turned, Milo donned on a disarming smile, and ran a hand through his hair. “Hey.” He greeted the man taking a step toward him so he wouldn’t have to raise his voice so much. “I saw you dancing from over there.” He continued on gesturing back towards the bar with a jab of his thumb. “And it got me thinking.” He took another step, just so that they were just short of inches apart.
He ducked his head a bit, offering a shy glance at the stranger and rubbed the back of his neck, feigning nervousness. “Would you dance with me?”