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The sunlight hurt his eyes as the man walked down the hall, his steps even and barely audible on the marble tiled floors as he made his way towards the lavish doors at the end of the hallway. Pressing one cold hand to his tired eye, Ferdinand muttered a less-than-elegant curse beneath his breath. He was in a foul mood, having been kept up all night at a certain bloody detective's insistence. He was a bartender, not a detective any longer. He shouldn't have to take his ex-subordinate's bloody cases.

Hiding a yawn in one arm, the man adjusted his mask. He already knew what he was called to Searan's office for. What with dumping alcohol on Lev and all, it wasn't hard to guess. Any other day with enough rest, Ferdinand would have been quite amused. But at the moment, he was just about ready to snap off a barrage of insults and kick a few kittens.

Adjusting the oversized shirt [Koen's, as Ferdinand had not been awake enough to realize that the first shirt he was so used to grabbing and throwing on happened to be three sizes too big.] as best as he could, the bartender drew in a deep breath and held it to calm his nerves, rolling up the long sleeves so that he could at least knock on the door properly. Three times.

Even in a foul mood, the man wasn't rude enough to barge into places without at least properly knocking first. Not to mention this being his boss's place and all.
As he waited, the man looked out at the windows that lined the corridor, wishing there were blinds on them so as to lessen the glare from the fine weather outside. "******** sun...."

Ferdinand glowered, the words lost to him behind the heavy doors. Though it probably wouldn't have improved any if he had any sort of say in the matter. As Koen opened the door, however, the man's eyes merely narrowed. About to snap something rude, the bartender managed to catch himself as Searan intervened.

Deciding it was better than to rudely decline, Ferdinand allowed himself to the indicated seat, taking up his place into the [thankfully] yielding chair and crossing one leg over the other in an elegant manner born of necessity. Still, his expression was dark as the man searched for one of his usual smiles. Failing to emit a radiant, uplifting air, instead he gave a blank and borderline cold expression. Resting an arm on the armrest, Ferdinand held his head up in one palm.

"Good morning, Searan."
With considerably as much effort as it took for him to smile, the man's words came out in monotone. Though Ferdinand had neglected to put on his contacts for the day, his amber-brown eyes managed to project his negative emotions in a much more clear manner than his blue ones ever could hope to.

If Fer was feeling nervous about being scolded for his earlier behavior, he was showing none of it.

"I look like what, Koen?" Calmly, the other's name was emphasized in an almost threatening manner, the redhead's gaze sliding over to the doctor in question but without ever turning his head. "No... On second thought, we'll talk about how I look later. What is it you'd like from me, sir?" Reverting his attention back to Searan, Ferdinand seemed to be waking up a little more by that point. He even flashed another smile... Though still anything but warm.

Ferdinand managed to hold his annoyance in check, for when he was in a foul mood he had an uncanny tendancy to lash out on anything and everything. Lover or no. So when Koen whispered to him, the bartender found none of his usual tolerance for the other's flirtations.

His features completely impassive, the man didn't so much as look at the doctor when the older male took his hand. Though when Searan finished speaking, he calmly whipped his hand around in a lightening fast action, pulling his hand out of Koen's grasp and smacking the back of the other's hand none-too-gently. Uncrossing his legs, Ferdinand leaned forward in his chair with a smile, his intense gaze trained on Searan before him.

"Sir. I'm quite aware that it wasn't my place to teach Lev his much deserved lesson at the time that I did. I'm also aware that your position is very awkward in the middle of this. At this point, I can offer nothing more than an apology for my actions, a formal apology to Miss Hae-min, and perhaps, possibly, a grudging apology for Lev himself."
Leaning back into his seat, Fer touched a hand to his mask out of habit, tucking his long red bangs behind one ear in the same fluid motion.

"I also apologize if I seem to be angry to you. I will take extra care to... take care of it--" Here, Ferdinand paused briefly to eye Koen, though the action was so subtle it could have easily been mistaken as just a dramatic pause. "-- Before I return to work each day. Unless you're planning to fire me before I have a chance to redeem myself?"

Seeming to have regained most of his usual sleek composure, Ferdinand smiled for the umpteenth time. A friendlier smile, though it also held in it a bit of ironic amusement. He wasn't taking the meeting seriously... at all.

"We have bad blood. It's not just the dress. I assure you I'm not that short tempered." Though even that little bit cause the bartender to flush and he nearly went off on a swearing tangent in embarrassment. So even the boss saw that, eh? Tugging on his mask, the man just managed to keep from whipping it off to retreat behind his more demure self.

Though as he listened to the other's words, Ferdinand frowned. He was about to protest [Quite loudly, mind you.] feeling that he deserved no such punishment. But at the mention of working at Koen's hospital, the man froze.

"What do you mean?" Speaking the words slowly, as if he truly didn't understand rather than needing a moment to wrap his mind around it, the bartender rose to his feet and watched his boss pace across the room. Idly with one hand, he tugged on his [Koen's, rather.] shirt.

After a moment of thoughtful silence, [During which he completely ignored the doctor's outburst.] the man's lips twitched into the faintest of smirks. He pushed his mask into a more comfortable position and looked out the window, crossing both arms around his stomach in a casual manner.

"I accept, though on one condition." The bartender tilted his head slightly, a smirk fully flourishing onto his slender features. That was odd... Bargaining his own 'punishment'. Though such a thing wasn't entirely unheard of during Ferdinand's life time. The man looked positively smug, as if he were a cat that just ate the family pet canary.

"Koen will not touch me so long as we are working together."

Rather than taking the chance as an opportunity to vent out his sexual frustrations, it seemed more as though Ferdinand was quite intent on being spiteful instead.

"Will it?" Airily, Ferdinand hid his own smirk, lowering his head slightly as though in a bow. Turning to Koen, the barkeep flashed a completely innocent smile, radiant as the sun itself. "No. I am not kidding. There is work, and there is play. Although it seems as though the work hours just got longer, no?"

With another smile that was borderline sneer, Ferdinand cocked his head to one side, looking out the window for the second time that day as Searan spoke up. He said nothing for a moment, drawing in a deep breath before releasing it evenly and subtly.

"I can handle Koen quite well." Toying with his bottom shirt button [One of which, annoyingly, was refusing to button properly.], Ferdinand locked gazes with Searan and smiled. "I appreciate your concern. I will take your advice to heart." Making a mental note to ask Lev out on a 'date' once he was through with a full out disciplinary session pertaining himself and a certain puppy, the man took a step away from his chair, towards the exit.

"Is this all, sir?"

Calmly, Ferdinand leaned one hip against his chair as he watched the two debate, wondering if he had any say in the matter. Although knowing Koen, he figured he'd have complete say whether the doctor liked it or not. With a smile thinly veiled, the barkeep merely nodded at Searan's warning. If either of them only know just to what extent Fer's self control was when it came to the sex scene.

"I won't be wearing anything of the sort." Quirking a brow as Koen went on a physical description of what he might be wearing. Although the man hid it well, Ferdinand was actually quite sensitive about what he wore. After all, clothes were a way of self expression, and with half his face covered in a mask [However elegant that may be.] most of the time, Fer was extremely picky towards his clothing. Especially when he could afford it.

Besides. he couldn't properly taunt the doctor if even he were agreeing to wear such disturbing attire. This was to be a battle of wills, after all?

At the mention of a private conversation, however, Ferdinand frowned. A slight bit of nervousness was apparent for the briefest of moments as the man bit his bottom lip, not responding to Koen's kiss. Instead, he calmed himself with a breath and fixed his curious gaze onto Searan. This was something he hadn't predicted-- and not being able to tell what was going to come next disturbed him.

"Something more...?"

He wanted to go back to sleep.

Ah... Scrubs.
As Searan mentioned them, Ferdinand seemed to catch onto that one word, slowly mauling it apart in his mind. Moving to resume his seat into the chair he had recently evacuated, the younger of the two men rested his head against his knuckles, barely hearing his boss as the other 'dealt' with the doctor.

He hated wearing recycled clothing, and from his few visits to the hospitals, their required dress code always made him uncomfortable. Not necessarily because of the less-than-pleasant colors, but mostly because it was so....bland. And Ferdinand suspected that there was no one alive on the planet who would actually look good wearing the bloody things.
That was going to be a problem.

Hiding his frown as Searan addressed him, the half-asleep bartender managed a small smile. "Of course..." Whatever the other man had just said. At least he did a good job of seeming to be paying attention.

It was only when his senior took a seat at his desk and switched the topic to Koen that Ferdinand's attention and focus returned. Tilting his head slightly, the man fiddled with the end of the delicate ribbons that held his mask into place as he listened. At length, the man smiled pleasantly, his normally brown eyes seeming to reflect amber in the gentle sunlight of the partially opened blinds.

"Are you speaking to me about this as my boss, Koen's best friend, or Koen's past lover?"
Though the words came out slowly and with no attempt to hide his obvious amusement, they weren't spoken in a condescending tone. Tugging apart the bow, Ferdinand held his mask into place with his free hand as he adjusted the piece more securely.

"I understand what you mean, in any case. At least, about when Koen loses a patient." A slight smile tugged at his lips, seeming more amused than finding the entire situation a problem. "However, I think Koen will soon come to find that I am not much of a mother figure. I can fill the role, but more often than not, I simply do not wish to." Leaning back into his seat, the bartender closed his tired eyes briefly. "I will continue to do what I have always done. I am not a selfless person, no more selfless or selfish than the next man on the street. I have no desire to give my everything to someone so quickly, despite our current.... 'pact'. While I am attracted to Koen, I'm also not willing to make the same mistakes I have made in the past. I will take care of him to the extent that I see fit, but I won't bend over backwards to fulfill his needs."

Pushing back his seat as he stood up, Ferdinand smiled once more, an expression that held a thousand meanings and yet none in particular.

"Of course, that is the same that I expect of him. You have no need to worry about us, sir."