#mpxhyojong

@mpxhyojong​

it’s dark, what with night having fallen and the entire universe conspiring to bring him face to face with the male opposite of him.

despite their seemingly vicious stand-off, geng stands relaxed, his hands in his pockets and his eyes wandering. the light from the street lights flickers over his face occasionally, causing the shadows of his scar to deepen.

“i just really wouldn’t do that if i were you,” he says quietly, looking at the way the blond male’s hands are clasped around something heavy and blunt looking.

there’s another person in the alleyway with them, seated against the wall. drunk, tired or passed out. perhaps knocked down by the blunt object in the blond male’s hands.

geng just walked in on it, he has no real idea of what exactly is going on. he just knows that the look on the blond man’s face doesn’t look like anything likeable whatsoever and that he would prefer to be home right now, sipping tea and reading a book next to the fire. possibly watch some tv.

not stand in an alleyway in the bitter cold of the night watching this or the other strange appearance get involved in questionable actions.

@mpxhyojong

the introductions are short. tohil gives a nod to the kid they put under his care for the night. he commits the name he’s given to memory so he’ll know who to call for when needed, then unceremoniously turns around and walks over to the bar.

“it’s usually busy this night of the week,” he states calmly, glancing up shortly at the male he presumes will have followed him. “people might even get a little rowdy as the night goes on. it’s best you ignore their less respectful comments caused by the amount of alcohol you’ve already served them by then. when they get downright insulting, i will handle it.”

he wipes down the last glass he’s just washed, then puts it with the rest of them on the shelves behind him. leaving the towel on its proper hook, he then turns to open the cupboards beneath the bar so he can check if their stock of drinks is still good enough to make do. it usually is. the bar is impeccably well kept by all the other tenders just the same, but tohil always does a quick check to make sure anyway.

it proves to once again not have been necessary today, so tohil closes the cupboards again and then turns to look at hyojong as he straightens up. “have you tended a bar before?” he asks calmly, stepping past the other male to go over to the fridges so he can check their stashes of cooled drinks. it’s a ritual, really, making the round of the bar before he starts work, much like he always does.