【♛】MISCONDUCT;
THE JANGMI: A secluded bar, the small and old-fashioned building gave off a warm vibe, much different from the upbeat and obnoxious nature of Club Seokjeon. Jazz played faintly at the back, a recording for no band had been scheduled for the night and, had he not been drinking, Junho was almost certain he would be able to fall asleep right then and there.
It was a rarity to see the brunet at the bar. Mainly it was because he was a bartender at Club Seokjeon, The Jangmi’s unspoken rival, and he knew how to make an alcoholic concoction himself. It was only when something urgent had spontaneously appeared in his home environment, strong enough to quake the brunet’s frustration and cause him to seek alcoholic refugee in The Jangmi, that Junho would drop drinking at home and slither to a public area instead. This time around, it had been an argument with Jongsuk about his drinking habits, in addition to a phone call from home that had the brunet fuming, that made him storm out to indulge within the gluttony of himself.
Three hours after the argument and Junho had arrived at the Jangmi, he was quite frankly piss drunk with his heated face pressed against the smooth surface of the bar. The bartender giving him a vile look, the man took away yet another empty glass from Junho, although reluctantly because he knew the young man would order yet another drink in a minute’s end. Sooner or later, due to the brunet’s excessive habit, he would have to prohibit him from buying in retrospect to his safety.
When that moment inevitably arrived, Junho was more than enraged as he soon threw his arms up in exasperation, shrieking that why would it matter if it was him paying for the drinks?! Then, defeated, he slumped back down against the counter and gave off a shrill whine. Quite obviously, his intoxicated persona did not hold as much pride as his sober self did. After wallowing in his own misery for a minute, the brunet noticed another individual besides him and almost immediately clung upon him.
“Dear, buy a drink for me,” he drawled out as he slumped his weight against the poor man’s frame, “This vile beast won’t let me anymore!” The last syllable raised into a shriek, the poor bartender rolled his eyes at Junho’s dramatic personality, and the brunet leaned more against the stranger as he gave a high whine.