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Chan fiddles with a cigarette between his fingers that some desperate twink attempted to court him with. He, of course, did not scoff in the poor man’s face and speak such thoughts out loud. The man was simply not his type. Although, he entertained him by allowing him a dance and buying him a shot. They eventually parted ways, the man’s face appearing disappointed, likely because Chan didn’t offer to leave with him despite the time spent between them. He watched as the man walked out with his head hung low and a likely tired Uber awaiting him on the outside.
Chan plays around with the cigarette in a lonely leathered booth, dripping in a blood red. He sat for a while reminiscing on the events of a past night. He continues to fiddle with the unlit cigarette, unable to light it without a lighter. Chan can only assume he was entertained by the cigarette in his hand to such a depressing extent that he didn’t notice a man actively moving to sit down next to him. At first he figured it was the kind man from earlier—hopefully this time around with a more than ready lighter—but after a good look he certainly is not. In fact the man is extremely well-built his body salivatingly chiseled.
“Need a light, darling?” The man says as he puffs a cloud of smoke between his rosy lips, fully situating himself on the seat. The stained words just roll off his tongue like a melody without needing a tune. Hell, the string of words immediately captured his attention and not just because the man read his wants aloud, but because the flow of his words alone is an attention grabber.
The man looks elegant even under the bold club lights and despite the damaging lit cigarette in his mouth. His skin is almost shiny and even his rich, dark brown eyes look bright. He is wearing a satin button-up collared shirt with two buttons popped. His shirt is paired along with a short silver—bridal looking—necklace lined with white diamonds. From what he can see from beneath the table his whole outfit is paired with extremely well-fitting black tailored pants. The man almost looks as if he was expected at a high-scaled restaurant only to ditch and head to the club. Perhaps a date gone wrong. The man lifts his eyebrow at what Chan only assumes to be at the fact he still hasn’t answered his question.
“Uh, yeah. Yeah I would absolutely love that.” Chan responds absent-mindedly, too captivated by something about this man that he can’t put his finger on.
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