@min yoongi The stripper hadn't started his performance yet and thought he could get a quick drink before he goes up on stage, the next day was saturday so he didn't have a class and didn't have to worry about being hungover. Lay walked over to the bar and sat down on a free stool, eyeing the bartender there before ordering his drink. Surely they knew each other, yet they never spoke a word to each other during the day, even if he was a regular customer at his cafe during the mornings. He stared down at his glass noticing the napkin and took it, reading what was written and raised a brow at the bartender and winked, before taking a couple gulps and he was done the drink. Waving the napkin in his hand he glanced back at the bartender before disappearing behind the stage to get ready.
@zhang yixing There he was again. Yoongi fought the sultry smirk from his face; it wasn't the time. A coworker of his from the club, a stripper. He knew his real name, of course, but it was always a lot more fun to call him by his stage name, his 'alter ego', so to speak. They never spoke during the day, more because Yoongi didn't want others to comment on how his deep voice contrasted his feminine attire. He stayed silent, made the man's drink, went about his day. Today, however, he decided to be the slightest bit cheeky. On a napkin tucked beneath the man's cup, he wrote a little note. 'You know where to find me after your night shift, right? Been too long since we talked, Lay.'
