#idolofdecit

{ ❖ } It was fact that Byakuran finished work way past normal people.  It was also another fact that the Garden of Eden often times had some drunks stumbling around the entrance, exits, as well as within the club.  As a bartender, usually he made arrangements for the person to get in a cab and send them off if they looked a bit too drunk to do it themselves.  

With a yawn escaping, as the albino exited the club saying his good-byes to the security, giving the man a friendly grin as he watch the influx of new customers. Oh well, they weren't his problem anymore.  Provided by the fact that now he was off his shift the albino no longer had to worry about who came into the club.  

Well... that's what usually happened.  It seemed tonight would be one of those rare, different times.  

Lavender hues blinked, as he felt a tug on his arm and the latching grip of another person.  This wasn't the first time a drunk had decided to touch, cling, or hit on him, and certainly wasn't the last.  He was aware of his rather flirtatious comments, but unfortunatly for the person now clinging to him to him would get the complete opposite of that.  Even his happy attitude couldn't last when he just smelled more alcohol and the lingering stench of his own clothes.

Though, as he opened his mouth and was fully prepared to say some rather unsweetened words, he stopped himself and raised a brow.  His mind recognized the face, luckily before his icy words had fallen from his lips.  

"Kou-chan? Didn't you go home already?"  Byakuran asked with a slight tilt of his head. It had only taken a moment to recognize the said blonde, seeing as the man was drinking maybe an hour earlier. They had exchanged names, and he had left and the albino had assumed he was on his way home.