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There was something so soothing about the crisp air that came with the moon. It cloaked her in a vibrancy that only illuminated her immortality and celestial aura. Very rarely did Inari feel the need to explore the night by partaking in the rather human ritual of dancing under flashing lights and loud music, but there was something about the ritual she found appealing on nights like this. Perhaps it was the promise of liquor or maybe even the dull sense of mortality she was able to taste in it. Whatever it was - she wanted to explore it more. 

A tight black dress clung to her curves, a fashion she wasn’t necessarily comfortable with, but still wore with a dangerous charm. Black always accentuated the paleness of her complexion and intensified the natural pink of her cheeks and lips. Ebony ringlets framed her face and danced along her lower back with each provocative step. Her entrance into the club setting wasn’t at all dramatic, but it was almost immediately apparent that a goddess was present. 

What she loved about this realm was the fact that eyes never lingered on her for too long, unlike her life in Japan. Her presence always brought on a stillness that made her uncomfortable and often times scared away any mortal who dare fall under her fissure. Here, things were very different. She was just one of them, another immortal, but even with that knowledge it was hard not to crumble under her godly beauty.

Flashes of light played along her body as she immediately made her way to the bar, a small smile gracing her features the moment her fingertips came into contact with the chill glass of a shot. Although she avoided drinking, it was hard to deny it when it was so eagerly waiting for her. What was expected from one of the goddesses of sake? 

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For awhile, Wonshik had thought about getting a new tattoo - one that represented his parentage instead of his core values. So far, he had thoughtful words; words that meant a lot to him and never wanted to forget. Now, he was considering getting a sun - either over his heart or on some other more meaningful place to him. Somewhere he could proudly show he was the child of the sun goddess - that was the idea at least.

It brought him to the tattoo shop that day to think up some ideas, going to examine the book of tattoo ideas for customers needing inspiration. He stepped up beside a young man to take a look at the book, his eyes immediately falling on the string of tattoos all the way up his arm. Wonshik couldn’t help but stare, admiring the colouring and the way the different symbols blended against each other, forming one perfect picture. 

It had started out a typical night for the male - a night jumping between nightclubs and between company. It was standard for him; the nightlife atmosphere intoxicating to him, even when he lived in London. Even in a place like Mount Phoenix, life could get mundane and stale; so, he welcomed the change of pace that the nightlife in the mountain town brought him and he could usually leave the various clubs and bars in a relatively good mood.

Tonight, however, seemed to divert from usual plans, having began the night in an off mood. He didn’t depend on alcohol to get him through a night out, all he needed was the atmosphere but he seemed to need the boost, not willing to let himself succumb to his off mood. If he’d been honest with himself, he would have known what caused his moodiness, a pesky question mark in his relationship status, knowing that others had their opinions on it as well. It left a bad taste in his mouth.

Rather than dwell on his own romantic troubles, he decided to order drink after drink from the familiar bartender of The Magic Carpet. He preferred to be up dancing on a night out so his seat at the bar only added to the strangeness of the night for him but he slowly found himself not caring, deciding that at least this was better than sitting at home, his mind on unsavory topics. It took more than a few drinks for Kibum to achieve an airy mood, drunk enough to let his inhibitions go more than usual.

Frowning, he looked between his glance and the bartender, his pupils in thin slits due to the changing lights of the club, before he shook his head, giving the man a stern look. “I tasted more alcohol in the first one that you gave me,” he started, his tone playful despite his expression. “You haven’t been watering down my drinks, have you?”