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The bristling (how very cat like) reply has him leaning back away from the bar, a slight sneer on his expression as he continues to scowl lightly at the guy in distaste. He doesn’t interrupt of course, that’s not like Sehun at all (he’d not even interrupted the talkative drinker’s earlier tirades), so he hears out the other man’s rather immature reasoning before he states his own back.

“Yeah. Adults can get pissed if they want. But you? You just annoy me, so you should go home.”

One immature reply for another it seems this evening.

Kibum crossed his arms over his chest as he regarded the boy over the bar, his cat-like eyes shifting under the poor fluorescent lighting. It was always a shame, to him at least, when attractive people had unattractive personalities. It was a waste, it brought down everything else about them, and in his drunken logic, that was what seemed to be happening to the boy in front of him.

“And here I thought that your job was to just serve drinks. Lucky me, I guess baby sitter is in your job description as well,” he replied, rolling his eyes. 

“How about you mind your business?” Kibum bristled as he turned to look at the boy, his arms crossed over his chest. Something about the boy reminded him of Hyuk, maybe it was the same faux tough guy act, maybe it was something else entirely. But he knew that he hated Hyuk, so he wasn’t fond of this boy either. Besides, nobody told Kibum what to do.

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A soft yawn escaped his lips as he stood behind the counter, fingers rising in order to cover his mouth. The bar had been rather uncharacteristically busy that evening, the bosses even taking on a couple of other employees from a different bar. There were a few hired as servers, and one was a bartender who Jongin was frankly not too sure about. He seemed to have a permanently bored and peeved expression, which Jongin thought was just a bit of a shame given that someone so good looking shouldn't look so unpleasant. However, it also worked for him. 

He wasn't the same as the rest of the bartenders, Jongin included. Most bartenders tried to smile and woo their way into gaining tips, selling their charm rather than their actual ability. But this other guy didn’t seem to be quite the same, and it was strangely intriguing. He seemed familiar in a way that Jongin couldn’t place, and didn’t really bother to worry about. After his brief pause, however, he moved to pour one of the women some wine and set it before her with another friendly smile.