forum all my rps are dead so I'm making another one

Started May 29, 2018 by @_sleeby_rat_

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“You sure, hot shot?” Yeon asked, following Argo quickly. He glanced around as he did so, taking in the decor of the casino. Oh yeah, this would definitely be a place he could get used to.

Argo nodded, waiting for Yeon to get in before letting the doors shut. "It's only fair, after all," he said simply, pressing the button to take them up to the nightclub. The music grew louder as the elevator rose, and Argo had to suppress the urge to cover his ears

Yeon’s fingers tapped against his thigh as they waited in the elevator. Being the complete and honest to God idiot that he was sometimes, he randomly decided to blurt out, “What’s your opinion on one night stands?”

Argo's brow raised in slight confusion for a moment. "They're…alright? I suppose?" he said, adjusting his bowtie again. "It's not like I haven't had a few myself, so it's not as if I have any room to judge someone who prefers them." He put his hands back in his pockets, looking over at Yeon. "May I ask why?"

Oh no, were the only thoughts that went through Yeon’s mind. So Argo didn’t prefer them? Why did he think to ask that in th first place? The only thing Yeon could think to do was break into laughter, feeling like his knowledge of English went right out the door. “I-.. No reason,” he managed to remember.

Argo turned to him, folding his arms loosely across his chest. "There was obviously a reason, otherwise you wouldn't have asked," he said. "I never said I didn't prefer them, if that's what you were wondering," he said, a light smirk crossing his features. When he was younger he tended to 'sleep around' a bit, and if he was drunk enough he certainly wouldn't mind now

“Okay, okay- Maybe I had certain intentions with all of this. But that’s one hell of a maybe,” Yeon said, fidgeting with his jacket sleeve. Was it just him, or did the elevator get suddenly heated? No, it was probably just the redness rising up the back of his neck and cheeks.

James orders an Americano before sitting down and rubbing his eyes tiredly. He sighs, taking a tentive sip before leaning back, looking outside. He starts when he sees across the street a huddled figure. He recognized the shape and build. He stands, nodding to the waitress and going outside. He tosses his jacket over the other, his t-shirt bustling around him. "Here. What the name of maple are you doing out here?"

Argo rolled his eyes. "Obviously, I'm not stupid," he said, putting his hands in his pockets again. The elevator dinged, and he stepped out into loud music and a dark room lit by neon pink and blue lights. A large neon sign above the bar read 'Basilisk Chateau', and several stages were placed around the floor

“I never said you were stupid,” Yeon muttered, more to himself than anything. He stepped out of the elevator, looking around at the features of the nightclub. “This place looks busy.”

Argo hadn't heard him over the noise of the music. He scowled a little. "Damn Damascus can't lower the volume for one night," he muttered, making his way through the crowd towards the bar. He slid into one of the corner stools, folding his arms on the counter as he squinted at the list of drinks

Yeon sat next to Argo, lips pursed in thought as he looked up at the list. “What do you think you’ll have?” He asked, tone louder so he could be heard.

"Spiced rum," he said, and as he spoke the bartender slid him a glass. "Thanks," he shouted over the music, taking a sip of his drink. He glanced over at Yeon, squinting a little through the bright pink light that was moving across them

“Everclear,” Yeon said to the bartender, in the mood for something strong. He took a drink from the glass, almost coughing at how it burnt his throat. “So, come here often?” He said over the music with a wink when he noticed Argo’s eyes on him.

Argo rolled his eyes despite the faint blush creeping up on his face. "Sort of have to, but yes, I'm here often," he said, resolving to just raising the volume of his radio's transmissions instead of making it sound like he was shouting

“It’s pretty nice here, despite how loud it is,” Yeon said, his voice raised as he spoke louder. He was already a loud person, but the music was blasting.

Argo nodded. "Yes, I guess it is if you like earsplitting music and strippers," he chuckled, taking another drink of his rum. He was half tempted to get drunk just for the hell of it, but that would mean a lot of money due to the fact that he was a bit of a heavyweight. He might be able to get away with a small buzz if he really wanted to

“Strippers, huh? I thought that was illegal in most places in America,” Yeon said with a laugh, grinning as he did so. He took another sip of his drink, swallowing it faster this time.

"Yes, that's why the boss has a casino downstairs. That way people ask less questions," Argo answered, finishing his glass. He frowned at it for a moment before looking back up at the menu. "Hmm…Rattlesnake, please," he asked the bartender, and he was given a larger glass with something a golden brown color with red mixed in with it. He took a small sip, resisting the urge to cough at how much stronger it was

Yeon’s brows raised at the sight of the drink. “Damn, that brand is strong. Think you can handle it?” He asked in a joking tone, tipping back the rest of his drink.

Argo gave him a look, but it turned slowly to a smirk. "Watch me," he said before raising the glass to his lips and downing half of it at once. It burned a little as it went down, and he coughed a little as he set the glass down with a clink. The alcohol hit quickly, his vision blurring ever so slightly around the edges

Yeon’s brows raised in surprise, and he laughed a tad. “Damn, Argo! Okay, I can respect that,” he said, laughter growing louder as he ordered another glass of Everclear.

"Damn better," Argo muttered, voice a little choked from trying not to cough. He raised an eyebrow at the Everclear, and he cracked a small smile. "You wanna try a sip, or do you like your wheat juice better?" he asked teasingly

“Ah, fuck off! This shit is 95% alcohol, if I can remember correctly,” Yeon retorted, a joking edge to his tone. He gave Argo’s shoulder a joking shove before bringing the drink to his lips, downing around half of it.

"Aww, did I make the shortstack upset?" Argo teased, taking another sip of his drink. A faint blush had begun to creep up his face from the alcohol, but he didn't seem to notice or care