#kis;r

@adorelibra "Hey, leave the guy alone, give him some space-" with a soft chuckle, Kis leans against the bar and gestures at the desperate harpies to scram. Tired old hags that had been on the fresh meat like vultures as soon as he had stepped into the wrong bar for him. Ageing gay's desperate to cling on to anything new and young to feel validated again, but they were harmless enough really. Theatre folk they were theatrical in everything as they gasp, wave effeminate hand gestures and prance away whilst throwing their young counterpart some steaming looks. Like they had a chance anyway, the guys was obviously straight. "You should be careful you know" Kis hums, reaching behind the bar to pluck an unattended beer while the bar tender's back is turned, before casting a cheeky grin over at the lost straight man as he pops off the bottle top with the key around his neck on a chain. His eyes take quick study as he lifts the beer bottle to full lips, and takes a slow swig of the bubbly drink. "-there's some funny types in here" with a nudge of his head, blonde curls gathered in a denim scrunchy bounce a little, as he gestured to the alternative club with its evocative graffiti art painted on walls of all different colours. Before nightfall it was still tame, if he hung around he's sure to see things to shock him. Turning back to the man, beer bottle neck held between finger tips as they play with the long neck, he rests against the bar top with a bare midriff and gathered high waisted jeans about two sizes two big tightened by a belt strung low around bony hips. With a playful smirk still tugging at his lips, he lifts the bottle to take another sip.