— LOVESHOT. WHEN: the grand opening of anderson laboratories. WHERE: on the outskirts of the crowd. WHO: open to all.
Kyungseok sighs. The pinpoint of exhaustion needles itself right between his eyes, that grit of being unable to close his eyes & sleep. He hasn't been sleeping — and the sun rises in the east. These days, however, have been grating against his patience, winding up in a heavy ball of tension right there in his chest. Yet, now matter how he many times he curls his hands into fists, it still lingers. A jolting, electric thing that keeps him on his toes.
& as such, it keeps him on edge. The drink in his hand seemed to be doing very little. On top of that, he has no idea where Talia has gone. On the one hand, good. He didn't want to deal with her all night anyway. On the other hand, he had to deal with her. Tonight is supposed to be their ... big night after all. Loveshot and Lucidity — together! That bleeding tension, that sharp edge beneath his tongue does not go away.
Not that he lets it show.
No, tonight was supposed to be a night to — celebrate? He'll celebrate ... or as much as he could despite being strong-armed into it. The mask, the glittery collar around his throat that hides the scar there, the delicate chains that crisscross their way across his torso and back — they were all part of the celebration. That, however, did not mean that he was off duty. A drunk patron steps too wide and too big and right in front of the path of another.
Kyungseok is quick, reflexes are supernaturally sharp, and cuts his way between them to provide a wall between the drunkard and the other. If he could stop an incident from happening, please. Give him something to do. All this tension and nervous energy had to go somewhere. He deftly maneuvers the drunkard and sends them on their way back to their happy place, the bar. & all without spilling his drink. The prowess of a Level I agent. He glances over his shoulder. "Did you just not see them or were you hoping they would just move out of your way?"
As quickly as she could, she fixed her expression so she would not look so shocked at how he had intercepted what would have been an unfortunate collision. Her dress was not nearly as expensive as some of the others she had seen tonight, but it did not deserve that kind of treatment.
"The first one?" She uselessly adjusts the straps of her dress, just to give her hands something to do.
"As pretty as this mask is, it might be affecting my depth perception. Just a little."
