The male was right, Nikolai rarely made any sense. It was either he stumbled with his Korean or couldn’t figure out how to translate something in Korean and ultimately change his language to his native language. He was suppose to get a tutor of some sorts a long time ago, but he never got around to get one. But that was mainly because he had someone who agreed to help, but she ended up leaving. “Вы тупица.” Nikolai said with a laugh, because he knew his friend wouldn’t know what he said. “Let’s see–” He ran a hand through his brown hair as he tried to think of some ideas. “This sucks. I can’t believe we can’t think of anything. I blame you for making me stupid.”
the male could only shaken his head at the another fucking word that the male spilled out in russian ago. it’s probably an insult, or something completely random to throw victor off guard. his arms reached out to hug the male’s neck, attempting to suffocating a little for messing with him. “aye, ya shit! do you really want to die?” he laughed out, because at this rate, if he still kepts hanging out with nikolai, he’ll eventually learn russian. it’s not that of a bad thing, now that he thinks about it. but the fact that nikolai just says shits without translating makes him wonder, how is he exactly gonna take advantage? “fuck you, you’re already stupid as fuck. let’s just fucking play on a tamagotchi. this is how desperate i am.”
Absorbing conversations in the middle of clubbing. It has almost become a habit for Jay. This particular time, he’s somehow tired, almost thoughtful as he sits in the darkest corner of the club with a cigarette in between slim digits with a smoking ban straight above his head. Not like he pays attention or brings himself to care about such an irrelevant detail.
His newest companion is a young male, possibly around his age, though Jay doesn’t know much about him. Victor is his name, right? They sit oddly close to each other, though it’s another thing he doesn’t keep a track of, as well as the conversation that seemed to pop out of the blue and ah, after few shots, nothing is more interesting that to contemplate few facts related to one of Jay’s favourite interests… women. His finger absently brushes over the latter’s earring, a small chuckle exhaled in response to Victor’s words.
“– You truly think so?”
His voice is laced with some mysterious tune, the tone hoarse and lower than usually as he speaks up. His gaze locks on the dance-floor with a lazy sigh following. “–And thank fucking god, they are no longer queens. Aristocracy disgusts me. Every bit of faked perfection, artificial beauty is something I despise. I am fond of things which are messed up, ruined. Those who have a huge weight of sins on their shoulders, struggling to survive another day and– ah… but we were talking about women, right?” Jay pauses with his eyes narrowing as they find the male’s own. “…Those queens you’re talking about. I’d gladly strip them from their exaggerated elegance to expose every hidden secret along with a bit of oh-so-protected precious skin… This is when they become attractive in my eyes.” Another breathy chuckle slips past plump lips as he carelessly throws the cigarette on the ground, treading on it with his shoe.
“–Anyway… aside from your name, I know shit about you so since we’re sitting here… Knees to knees… eyes to eyes, I’d like to know a bit more.”
alcohol never fails to treat him like shit. thought bubbles kept popping up against him only to vanished five seconds later, leaving all red and breathless. victor was no game, nor would he be willing to spend a night gambling with himself at a club his father’s friend’s son was an owner of, but he did anyway. eyes absorbing every sight of human bodies grinding onto each other, colourful drink burning their throat. it’s a little too dark to see each other’s face, but that’s just how sins operated — far away from innocence.
except that he’s not alone, no. there’s armies of people who could just switched from hell to heaven within his eyes, fooling everybody with the facade of the mask that they’re wearing. sure, victor is no different, and nor does those women that he had once wanting to dirt them with his own hands, because right now, they’re so fucking FILTHY, begging to be touched and love in the ways that they wouldn’t had done if the moon was just as bright as the daylight.
that was why he blurt out the statement with a tad of amusement lingering on his lips, as he drowned into even more colorful drink of his own. at the glint within jay’s eyes, (hell, did he at least gotten the name right?) he knew that the male would agree with him, if not utmost, almost.
“I truly think so.”
the younger male responded, tone amused than his previous, because fuck, victor sure does not take lying as a good trait to have (unless necessary), but his ears perks up at the male’s answer, something about it mades his stomach chimed, excitement travelling down his veins. “Queens, queens. do we truly need them. Acting elegant at the public, yet a filthy slut with the king.” his tongue lapped over his dry lips, eyes gluing to that one person in particular. her dress short, hugging her petite body. long hair swaying at the rhythm of the bass. “the definition of real beauty lies in the bare body, not material. because you could just search for a crown and be king, but it only takes a little bit of clothes off to be the opposite. one day, the queen’s smile that were elegant turned agonized, fretting over small obstacles of the mighty king does not need her anymore. why does he need her anyway, when there are many more potential queens to crown with the finest diadem and baguettes?” he let out a breathy sigh, voice hoarse at the burning of the liquor, but he did not stopped there. “Queens, queens. do we truly need them? those bitches are no different than a fucking stripper at my favorite bar now that they are striped completely naked — from their garments, and their wealth.”
“— anyway.” he repeated the other male in a dull tone, yet laced with it’s playfulness of his personality. “you could always guessed what kind of person i am. isn’t that more fun?” his brows raised slightly, turning his head just to watched the male in the eye. “victor. nineteen. virgo. i please bitches for fun, and i fucking am devastated at the fact that they’re opening this shitty of a music, yet people on the dance floor is still dancing unlawfully. what about you?”
the request of the girls made his eyebrows furrowed a little in thought. it’s quite ironic when one lives life so easily, but they’d get stuck upon this kind of request because really — how well does one knows themselves? it varies between people, and to victor it’s no different. he had absolutely no clue on what to say. but then again, people don’t really tell their personal information for two main reasons. one being them not knowing themselves, or two — they’re HIDING themselves.
“well, first and foremost, i’m victor. virgo. nineteen and caffeine addict. what else do you want to know? i’m not THAT interesting.” yeah, he’s probably the second option.
“oh fucking PLEASE.” the younger scoffed 70% to the other male, 30% to his front bangs that seems to be a little too long for his taste. that shit fucking irritates when his hair stabs his eyes. “your jokes are lame as fuck, i wouldn’t even hire you to my daughter’s party!” maybe not. that was a little exaggerated. being a 19 year old and got a girl pregnant would not be the ideal cause of his downfall. victor is smart enough to distinguished his personal life and his family’s. a goody-two-shoe like him wouldn’t want to disappoint them, now would they.
the male lifted his head up with a frown plastered enormously on his forehead. his beanie swaying a little loosely that he had to lift his hands up to adjust it more. victor snorted at this very question, pride filling his chest as he heaves a breath in, lips parting out in a gentle whisper. “how good is my idea, you asked?” he ended abruptly, as his tone started to increase with every seconds of his next sentence. “do you mean, how GENIUS is my idea? probably to the scale of THOUSANDS of nachos combined.”
“You don’t understand,” she huffed, eyes darting over to the male who made the highly unnecessary comment. “I had a really long day and the ice cream I just dropped was the only bright thing about it. Not to mention I just ruined my shirt and it looked like a bird with diarrhea crapped on it,” struggling to pull a napkin out of her purse with the clean hand, she briefly wiped at the smudge on her shirt, her expression even more pained. “I’ll get over it tomorrow. Haven’t you ever had a bad day?”
dim rays of the sunshine that seeps through the leafs of numerous trees reflects against the female’s face was one thing that caught his attention, but the attitude that she was having after clumsily dropped her chocolate ice cream onto her shirt reminds him of babies who cries at situations that doesn’t go their way. a remark on his part was merely suppose to be inaudible, yet he found himself standing on the same spot as she called him out. anger radiating off her; but he knew that she’d turn back to her sense soon. “what’s done is done.” he simply replied, turning himself around to face the girl. “the past’s in the past, get over it now would be the best, or your day will be even more ruined.”
tamara let her arms fold above her chest as she watched his gestures one by one. the amount of silence in between his sentences didn’t bother her, it was noticeable that he simply needed time to think. she did too, she always did. and having a senseless response casted at her head wouldn’t be appreciated at all. eyebrows were raised at the final reply and her hands soon found their way back at her sides, brushing against them before resting still. ❝someone’s very popular then, hm?❞ if this was another one of those guys who were incredibly full of themselves, tamara would deserve a price for meeting so many in such little time. she rolled her eyes a little and pulled on the chair opposite his table, only to sit down and cross one leg over the other. ❝i don’t believe in luck. not anymore. but thanks for the offer. i’ll rather go gain money with hard work. that’s when i know that i deserve it.❞
victor sat completely still with his hands positioned against his lap, eyes pierced to every single movement that the older had made. a small smile graced his lips at her response. as much as he loves compliments, but victor could detected sarcasm in that very word. how could he not realised when he abuses sarcasm himself? “hah, no. not from popularity. more like, family portraits and stuff.” the male looked down at his watch currently indicating that it’s just 10 minutes before four, plenty of time to linger around before going home — and the female at the front was one of the reason enough to glued his ass to this chair without any objection. you see, her answers is enough to perk his interest — quite a rare thing to do, really. “i’d applause for you if i COULD, but we’re in public, and that would gain unnecessary attention, no? anyways, you seemed to be in a positive mindset, i like that a lot. negative people aren’t that FUN these days.”
Halla was too focused on the new mobile app she downloaded to really process what the male had said. With a quick glance up at him, she raised her brows. “Wait, what? Literally or figuratively?” She then looked back at her phone, chewing on her lip in concentration. “Should I be scared?”
“what do you think?” he replied back, heads tilting up to look at the crimson sky above. it was getting a little dark, letting it’s upcoming wrath forbidden for the citizen to be seen. “i’m saying this literally, and i’m saying this because we should head home or something. probably gonna be the strongest one yet, the street’s probably gonna be flooded by tomorrow.”
Auden’s not much for the club environment, but since he didn’t really drink he was automatically assigned as designated driver. The boy looked like he should be spending his night at a cram school.
“few connections, there and that.”
victor shrugged his shoulders, the smell of his cologne lingering around the air, but he knew that it would probably demolished instead into the smell of alcohol and women’s perfume by the end of the night. it’s normal for a businessman to enter a nightclub after a long day of work, what’s the big difference between that and a university student? “why, what do you expect from the good ol’ me? kinda surprising isn’t it, no?”
“well, police.” he stole a glance at the other male, smirk forming within his lips. “have you ever heard of this quote ‘CURIOSITY KILLS THE CAT’?” victor was quick on his feet, his lean figure standing up straight from the park bench that he had been sitting on for several hours now. (people watching isn’t a crime, it’s just hobby that is a little creepy for other’s taste. predicting what others are going to do next are one of the ways to kill time off his hands, but he’ll probably go back and regret the times that he had wasted when he died anyways.) “just to warn ya, making friends with a stranger isn’t always a GOOD thing, but it might just lead to your downfall if you’re not careful enough.”
