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PLACE IN SOCIETY

financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty.

medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged.

class or caste: upper / middle / working / slave / unsure.

education: qualified / unqualified / studying.

criminal record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no.

FAMILY

married - happily / married - unhappily / engaged or betrothed / partnered / single / divorced / separated.

has a child or children / has no children / wants children.  

close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased.

orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent(s).

TRAITS + TENDENCIES

extroverted / introverted / in between.

disorganized / organized / in between.

close minded / open-minded  / in between.

calm / anxious / in between.

disagreeable / agreeable / in between.

cautious / reckless / in between.

patient / impatient / in between.

outspoken / reserved / in between.

leader / follower / in between.

empathetic / unemphatic / in between.

optimistic / pessimistic / in between.

traditional / modern / in between.

hard-working / lazy / in between.

cultured / un-cultured / in between / unknown.

loyal / disloyal / unknown.

faithful / unfaithful / unknown.

BELIEFS:

monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic.

belief in ghosts or spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in an afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in aliens: yes  / no / don’t know / don’t care.

religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious.

philosophical: yes / no.

OPINIONS

pro-suicide / anti-suicide / doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-euthanasia / anti-euthanasia / doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-choice / anti-abortion /  doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-marriage / anti-marriage / doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-death penalty / anti-death penalty  / doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-drug legislation / anti-drug legislation / doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-murder / anti-murder / doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-cannibalism / anti-cannibalism / doesn’t know or on the fence.

left wing / right wing / middle / doesn’t know or on the fence.

SEXUALITY + ROMANTIC INCLINATION

heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual.

sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favourable.

romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favourable.

sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious.

potential sexual partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all.

potential romantic partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all.

ABILITIES

combat skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.

literacy skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

artistic skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

technical skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.

HABITS

drinking alcohol: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

smoking: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. 

other narcotics: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

medicinal drugs: never / sometimes  / frequently / to excess. 

indulgent food: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. 

splurge spending: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

By the time he reached the bar, the dude had already replied. The loud music was echoing between his ears, and he saw several chicks practically laying across the table to place their orders before obnoxiously laughing when told to back away, but he could still hear the other’s words clearly. Before having time to stop himself, his eyebrow raised in an half questioning, half offended expression and felt a soft huff slip past his lips. It didn’t last long though, as he figured it wasn’t a big deal. The only reason he chose this club was because of the free entrance, so who was he to get offended over the staff? Speaking off staff, though, wasn’t his friend supposed to be behind the bar? 

Taking another step towards the table, he crossed his arms and let them rest against its edge - right in front of the rude dude - and let his eyes scan the staff members. It didn’t take long for him to spot his friend, who seemed to have his hands full in the other section of the bar, and figured that’s why he hadn’t gotten any texts asking about his location. Guess I’ll leave him alone for now. Brushing his fringe back as he let out a soft sigh, he glanced back at the blonde who was occupied shaking another drink. 「 I’m old enough, 」 he stated, really not feeling like digging up his ID if the bartender was being serious. He knew he had a baby face, but it was much better than in the past when he had practically looked 5. Wasn’t it obvious he was of age if he got into the club to begin with? 「 I wish I was a teenager, 」 he continued, resting his cheek on top the palm of his hand as he thought about the university work he needed to finish-. No. None of that. We’re here to have fun. 「 You’re not far off with the broke part, though. Mind helping a poor soul out? 」 That was a lie, and even though he didn’t expect the blonde to give in, he still took a note to curl his lips up in a charming smile. You had to be resourceful as a student, and take any chance you got, specially if you got no pride like Bambam. Furthermore, this bartender seemed like fun. But, mind you, he wasn’t there to chase people around. He was there to dance and get drunk. 

「 On a serious note though. Two shots, tequila. Might as well get straight to it. 」 His fingers drummed lightly over his cheek as a remix of Dr.Dre started playing, and he took a moment to study the bartender. Broad shoulder and an exposed chest  with a milky complexion. His face wasn’t bad either, his nose looking a tiny bit upturned from this angle. He didn’t seem very tall though and it didn’t take long before Bam’s gaze was moved to the crowd on the dance floor, trying to measure the hype of the night. 

There was a surprising amount of people taking up the space in the club, considering it was in the middle of the week, but he guessed the pressure from the approaching finals were taking its toll on everyone and this was a popular way of forgetting the stress. This was the student area after all. But no matter how young the energy was, he still needed his drinks to get going, and soon he turned back to see if the bartender was actually making them for him or not. 「 … 」 Actually now that he thought about it. 「 Hey, Mr. Bartender. You guys have breaks right? Wanna go dance? 」 The clubbing scene in Hongdae was nice and all, but there’s a mutual understanding that if you go alone, you go to find someone to hook up with, and Bam ain’t about to spend his leisure time rejecting people. Maybe later, when he was drunker. He’d ask his friend, but Bam knew he couldn’t afford getting pulled away from work, and Sir Blonde and Rude here looked like he needed a breather, so might as well do him a favour. 

As Jackson was adding some syrup to some glass, the teenage-looking male spoke again. To say that he needed some help. Would Jackson be working in a nightclub, if his wish was to help the poor? Was it his problem, if that guy couldn’t afford a drink? The blonde male tossed the used shaker in a sink and pushed the newly made drink aside. Away from that dude. He’d been about to shoo that guy away - that kid probably was scaring away all the customers -, but the redhead spoke again. To order. Hallelujah. « Got it, » Jackson said under his breath, lining up two of the tiniest glass to pour some tequila into them, up ot their edges. Wedging the glasses in the space created by his fingers, the blonde bartender pushed them closer to the dude. He considered him gone already. 

But rather than downing his drinks and leave, the redhead spoke again. A little more, and Jackson would think he’d start clinging to the bar. A brow quirked, he wiped the few drops of tequila that had rolled down the neck of the bottle to wet his fingertips, on the pinny. « We do, but what makes you think I want to spend my twenty minutes’ break with you? », he asked with a slight movement of his head, to emphasize that ‘you’ word. Usually, Jackson would spend them slumped against the couch of the employee’s room. Checking his text messages. Resting his back, aching from remaining straight up for so long. Now that he was thinking about it, Jackson felt the sudden urge to reach back and squeeze his nape. Just a second. To help the muscles relax. But someone requested another drink on his left, and the two seconds’ pause ended there. 

Jackson made a step aside to grab a fresh green lemon, fished a sharp knife out of its holder, and swiftly cut the fruit in two. As he took a hold of a clean dishcloth to both wipe the lemon juice off his hands and the glass, Jackson took another look at the skinny guy. What did he have for himself? A pretty face, and then what? Was the Hong Kong native looking like someone approchable enough to go dance with the first dude he’d met? There wasn’t an ounce of alcohol flowing through his veins. « The broke redhead could start by buying me a drink, » the blonde male wasn’t allowed to get drunk on duty, but he could have a drink without no one noticing. It was always a nice way to relax oneself around strangers. 

The music from surrounding clubs echoed down the streets as Bam shuffled over the pavement, trying to hide as much of himself as possible into his designer coat as he huffed out tiny clouds into the night air. Right about now - by tradition - he should’ve been complaining to his friend about getting dragged out in this temperate, but after commenting on it earlier, and earning a text message consisting of the link to the vine ‘A hoe never gets cold’ accompanied with an audio message of ugly laughter, he decided to save himself the pain of dealing with the others’ sass until he at least got to the club. Either way, if he was gonna postpone his assignment (due the end of next week) for this, he might as well make it worthwhile - meaning, ain’t nobody got no time for any extra layers. You don’t go to the club looking ready to climb Mount Fuji, you just don’t, that’s just the way things are, he didn’t make the rules - so who gave a damn if his pants fit maybe a little too tight and his pullover exposed maybe just a bit too much of his clavicle? Bottomline was that he could dance in it. 

Mumbling these reassuring thoughts to himself, he managed to make it to the club without actually freezing to death and quickly shuffled past the lineup, allowing himself to think a small Hah! at the people who still had to wait out in the second ice age as he pulled up his phone to show the bouncer his invite. Despite constantly complaining about his friend, the relationship did have its upsides, a.k.a getting quick entrance into the clubs at downtown Hongdae whenever it was his shift. This feeling of triumph only doubled as the redhead stepped into the warmth of the building, happily padding down the stairs to get to the basement while feeling his cheeks coming back to life. Maybe it really hadn’t been a bad idea to come here? He could already feel the bottled up stress from uni slowly subsiding as the bass of the music vibrated its way into his bones, only becoming louder and louder as he descended the spiral stairs, and soon he found himself in front of the wardrobe deposit with a familiar lady reaching over the counter to brush at the skin under his eye. Eh..? Oh.. He recognised her from the other times he’d come to the club. Her schedule must’ve been similar to his friends’, or maybe it was her only job, either way, she was acting a little too familiar with the way she was already touching his face (which he didn’t want anywhere near strangers’ fingers) and making comments about his eyeliner. He only smiled in reply. A noona was still a noona. And maybe if he acted cute enough he’d be able to get a wardrobe number for free - which, of course, didn’t happen. 

The club was much much warmer than the streets, and the Thai once again praised his own clothing choice as he swung his arms lightly to feel a small breeze move under his shirt. But first thing first, he had to get to the bar, find his friend, and get things started. He knew he’d spend most of the night just dancing alone and hanging around the bar, since the friend in question would be unlikely to get away from his shift for any longer period of time. It’d be fine anyway, though. Definitely…. Bambam raised an eyebrow and felt his lips curl into an amused smile as he looked over at the bar, seeing shots lined up and a childish looking male motioning towards the tiny drinks with a smug expression before pushing them forwards one by one. 「 Warm up? Power kick? “I’ll never stop talking ever again”? Dance machine? How many do you want?  」

「 If this is your way of saying “my treat”, I’ll have all of them, thank you very much. 」

They were three bartenders, and for nights like this one, it wasn’t too much. Despite it being Thursday, the nightclub was jam-packed, and it’d barely started. The night was already getting on, but more and more Seoulites kept on lining up on the sidewalk to get their tickets. At least that’s what the second bartender told Jackson, as he came back from his cig break. « They’re thousands, bro, start preparing the tequila shots, » that dude yelled over the powerful music with a soft pat on his shoulder, to what Jackson answered with a roll of his eyes. As if these girls and boys only were coming here to have the privilege to drink their tequila rather than another? But, as his outfit - a plain black and slightly unbuttoneddress shirt whose sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and a black pair of tight-fitting pants -  might sign it, along with his position behind the bar, Jackson was here only an employee. And that dude who liked to throw out orders and take breaks though he had no right to - just twenty more minutes, and it’d be Jackson’s break - , was above Jackson in the harsh hierarchy of the professional world. 

So when the cigarette smelling dude repeated himself and added that Jackson should try harder to look attractive for chicks were giving out their money easier when in front of a pretty boy - well if he wasn’t sure they’d hired him for his looks yet... - working his fingers to the bone and slightly covered in a thin layer of sweat, the blonde male could only nod. It was so freaking hot in here, Jackson had already reached half of tonight’s goals. Very professionally, and a little distractedly - how’s that, you can’t be professional while being distracted? - the young part-time bartender proceeded to pour a few inches of various alcohols and syrups and juices in several shakers, adding shaved ice, and shook them very skillfully until he’d be able to pour the nice-looking and hella tasty drinks into several glasses. And while doing so, he still found some time to cast a glance at his surroundings. From his spot behind the lit up bar, Jackson had an amazing sight of the entire club. From the stairs leading to the main entrance a floor above, to the dancefloor. From the heavy curtains separating the main room from the several and smaller VIP rooms, to the entry of the bathrooms. The drinks he’d prepared had had no time to cool down on the bar. 

And a few more persons went down the stairs. New customers. Most of them would head straight to the bar. Jackson wiped his hands on the black pinny protecting his pricey pants from any drop of any liquid - god only knows how various these can be in a nightclub - and then swiftly lined up several tiny shot glasses on the thick layer of glass underneath were dancing a few LED lights. With one skillful move, he poured one third of one tequila bottle into these glasses, and as customers were approaching, nearly screamed to be heard. « Warm up? Power kick? “I’ll never stop talking ever again”? Dance machine? How many do you want? » Many didn’t answer and simply emptied the glasses with one quick move of the wrist, before they’d slam the glasses down on the surface of the bar with heavy laughters. But one guy didn’t.