#cfcasis

Fridays. Rhys loves Fridays, even though not always he gets to wind down. From the moment he woke up in the morning, he was ardently hoping nothing uncalled-for would crawl into his surprisingly spare schedule. Because he had plans and he wouldn’t let anyone ruin them. If somebody dared, he still would have his way at absolutely all costs. Maybe it was autosuggestion kicking in all of a sudden, but for the first time in weeks he was in really high spirits, so wouldn’t it be a shame to stay in when he could make use of his buoyant mood by going all in at some party? Lately the social gatherings he had the questionable pleasure to attend were company-related and these are no fun.

The club he’s chosen is prestigious enough for nobody to encircle him and just let him pour booze down his throat in peace. After getting the sufficient amount of his fuel, Rhys steps away from the bar counter and drinks in the surroundings. Well, now it’s getting interesting. Upon spotting Taemin, his lips curled into a smirk with a tint of mischief. Without second thoughts, he approaches the man, adjusting his sloppily tucked-in shirt in the meantime. “Hey, you son of a gun.” He gives him a firm pat on the back. “I cannot say I didn’t expect to see you here out of all places.”