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Location:: Neon Lights
Clothing:: Something quick
Company:: No one...yet
Feeling:: Flirty
Condition:: Healthy
Wallet:: 3000.00$
Items:: Cellphone, Earbuds, Fake I.D, Grendel P30 (a gun), Prepaid cellphone
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"It must be my lucky day." Dante says with a light smile as he walks in and now to the side of this ravenette stranger; The doors shutting behind them the would outside and music immersing them in the moment at hand. "I'll take that drink. But just to let you know, I'm no cheep date." A playful wink as the devilish man followed the woman with the glowing gold eyes up to the bar. And he thought chivalry was dead, like most other guys, but it goes to show that being kind every once in a while pays off.

Skye glanced at the man and chuckled softly before giving him a risen brow. "Oh? Is that so?" She asked him, smirking a little at the wink he gave her. Heading u to the bar, Skye sat down. The music was a little too loud for her sensitive hearing, but at least the DJ made decent song choices. Skye wasn't sure if she would brave the dance floor though. She wasn't much of a dancer with her skill level falling just above 'Freshman at homecoming' maybe if she had enough drinks she wouldn't care any more, but truthfully she wasn't really looking to get drunk. She had other ideas in mind. Turning towards the bartender, she glanced at the drink options they had and chewed on the inside of her cheek a little. Damn, she didn't know what any of these drink names meant! Well. Here was to picking one and hoping for the best! Looking at the bartender again, Skye rubbed her arm a little. "I'll have a Polar Bear." She said, thinking the name was interesting. She then glanced at her new companion and tilted her head slightly, wondering what he would get.

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Lord Hedo


Kurisuchin Saiyuki

It was a shame that the time at the bowling alley would have to be rescheduled since Chester was called in for work in such an urgent matter, but it couldn't be helped since further assistance was required to transport the liquor for the bar and the nightclub was currently short-handed with a few employees being absent, with one being hospitalized for a vehicular accident, another had to attend a family funeral and the third having to take care of a sick relative while the family members were away for work in another establishment. Right now, the ginger-head was just done carrying one box of the whiskey bottles and he had to even bring in a small box of the fragile shot glasses that had to be replaced. Turned out that there was an altercation due to inebriated troublemakers and the shot glasses were not spared, being thrown as weapons to scare the heck out of the bystanders but the other party was the main receiver for those glass cannons before the perpetrators had to be escorted outside. Sheesh... I just wish those freak-shows have to calm themselves down, he thought as he was able to place the shot glass box at the back of the nightclub. They still had to be checked in case there were damages while being shipped to the place.

At least, the talk about fishes and aquatic life was a worthwhile one while it lasted, especially when Ailene was the one being there beside him. They had been talking along for hours until they both had to go home early at night. At least sleeping early still had its perks, even when this day turned out to be an unexpected one because of that dire situation. Those perpetrators deserved to be arrested for the mess left behind in the aftermath.

Once the DJ was done having to carrying that shot glass box, he would have to settle down for a few seconds and then roll down the sleeves of his shirt since their actual length was a touch close to his wrist, and there was a muffle voice calling him out. Orange hues looked only to see the poor bartender having to wear a face mask, mainly because of getting sick but still having to be called out for work because of the place being short-staffed. At the question, he let out a small smile and a wave. "Oh, hey, Hae-jin. Short-staffed days suck, but re-supplying of liquor has come along so you can concoct more drinks. Also, turned out that there was stupid altercation due to those r------ and we need to have the broken stuff replaced ASAP. Animals..." Chester let out a huff; if he would be allowed to, he would like to have a smoke, but that would be bad on his health.

That one aside, there was another concerning question because of the mask that the other had to wear. "Feeling under the weather lately? Also, did you take any medications? Hoping that both of us won't be stuck here for a whole day." If anything, parties would have to be postponed until the problem about those stupid drunkwads would be resolved as much as it could. There would be no complete solution but at least it was better than nothing. Chester crossed his arms over his own chest as he waited for his co-worker's answer.

The question about the box induced a small head shake from the petite DJ himself, a way of saying no. "That was earlier before I have to carry this box. Containing shot glasses that were meant to replace the broken ones thanks to those scoundrels. While it was a relief that that the altercation didn't take too far thanks to the bouncers, it was still a bother having to clean all this mess." The sniff, together with the unusual complexion, was a mere indication that Hae-jin was indeed really sick and it would be best to proceed with caution; weather was definitely unpredictable, even at a time like that. At the mention of the box cutter, that was when Chester spoke once again.

"Hold on... it may be somewhere around here," the DJ insinuated as he scanned through the place, more so with the drawers and desk that were the usual hiding spots for sharp instruments. They would be kept locked too to prevent kids from playing them and getting involved in accidents. It took him ten seconds before he was able to get that box cutter that was a bit bigger than the size of his index finger. "I hope this will suffice." he spoke and then headed to the spot where the liquor was usually kept. It was a good thing the warehouse was clean, for a dusty place wouldn't be good for the poor bartender's nose, more so when he was currently sick. One thing was for sure, he would be up for a big surprise.

The commentary about the shot glasses was typical, but Chester was happy to know that Hae-jin had found the replacements to suffice the loss brought about by the recent incident. He let out a sigh as he replied to the offer about drinks later tonight. "If anything, parties here may have to be postponed until the troublemakers will be arrested. They had broken some stuff but other than that, there was no major damage. It was a shame that those jerks had run away before the police would apprehend them." It may be possible that they had gone into hiding, but they couldn't stay concealed forever; it would be a matter of time before they would get bad karma for what they had done, for leading Chester and Hae-jin into the mess that they had to clean up. However, it would suck not to have a plan B, so the DJ had to speak up about it, considering that the bartender had a point into testing the new glasses, even if it was just for this rare moment.

"In case the worst may occur, however, we may have to take the casual drinking somewhere else. Probably in one of our houses," the DJ suggested; he would have to take it slow next time or else there would be another hangover like last time. Also, he would have to wait on the news on whether the troublemakers were caught already or not. Knowing their behavior after getting drunk, the time would be short depending on the location of the hiding spot to conceal from the police.

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There was not much people inside Neon Lights except for the employees who decided to work there, and considering that Hae-jin may need an extended reprieve thanks to the illness the last time they worked together, Chester would be missing the slight personal touch the Korean boy's concoctions had when he tasted the drinks the first time. But still, that wouldn't stop him; he gestured Esmee to the bar where the drinks would be served, even with the downside of not having food around to compliment well with the drinks. God, he should have brought her to another bar instead with that plan in sight. “Actually, I almost forgot that we don't actually serve food to go well with the drinks and I haven't eaten any lunch yet. But at least I have some finger food in my bag as a snack.” Normally, he would eat lunch at home with whatever he could find in his pantry but since today's shift was an unusual one, he had to improvise. At least it wasn't that bad compared to last time.

With that, he called out to the bartender to serve the recommendations to Esmee, one drink at a time. “It's just a few of the best-sellers for a start but I hope you'll like the taste,” he spoke as he sat down on one of the stools and fetched for a plastic container of homemade potato chips from his bag, flavored with cheese.