( the disgust on his face only grows as the man goes on. he's not even trying to hide it at this point, which will upset him later because the last thing he needs is to let any of these people know what he really thinks of them. but it's hard. there's enough liquor in him. this man is attractive in ways gaon didn't even know he found attractive. there's an IV bag drip of something warm in him the longer the conversation goes on and he can't chalk all of it up to alcohol.
is this really all it takes for his guard to go down? a little validation? someone's attention? worrying.
he scoffs into his glass and accidentally catches the bartender's eye. the look she gives him is hard to read and he finishes off his drink instead of trying to make sense of it, turning his focus back to the man. what does she know anyway? maybe he shouldn't be talking shit about her boss where she can hear him. he doesn't think it really matters but he glances her way all the same even as he tucks himself in closer, still a polite distance away from fully whispering in his ear but it's absolutely more intimate than it should be considering he doesn't even know his name. )
The only reason we would have to meet is if he needed something from me. And who am I to him? ( he laughs, low, bitter, glances outward towards the group of people who'd brought him here in the first place but keeps his mouth close enough to be heard. just drunk enough to be brazen. ) I'd be a roadblock. A problem to solve. What's he going to do, offer me money? Blackmail me? Destroy something I love? Aren't we all just powerless to what he wants?
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is this really all it takes for his guard to go down? a little validation? someone's attention? worrying.
he scoffs into his glass and accidentally catches the bartender's eye. the look she gives him is hard to read and he finishes off his drink instead of trying to make sense of it, turning his focus back to the man. what does she know anyway? maybe he shouldn't be talking shit about her boss where she can hear him. he doesn't think it really matters but he glances her way all the same even as he tucks himself in closer, still a polite distance away from fully whispering in his ear but it's absolutely more intimate than it should be considering he doesn't even know his name. )
The only reason we would have to meet is if he needed something from me. And who am I to him? ( he laughs, low, bitter, glances outward towards the group of people who'd brought him here in the first place but keeps his mouth close enough to be heard. just drunk enough to be brazen. ) I'd be a roadblock. A problem to solve. What's he going to do, offer me money? Blackmail me? Destroy something I love? Aren't we all just powerless to what he wants?