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@ten l。 the poor bartender must have regretted ever serving them a drink. she could smell the scent of death on him - was that why she was drawn to him? no, that couldn't be it. maybe it was the alcohol on his breath and he held her body that reminded her of someone - just, she didn't know who that someone was. as his lips came closer to her, the memory was beginning to piece itself, but he surprised her and pressed his cold lips on her nack - now, that was new. her gaze looks down at him at her neck and follows up as his lips ghost her.

she cocked an eyebrow as her tongue wet her lips - what a cocky guy. her fingers touched his scrawny little vampire arms and dragging her fingertips up his suit as she maintained eye contact with him, aiming for his fluffy dark hair, entangling her digits in his locks, massaging his scalp.

"there are other guys here that i can kiss," she pointed out, "i don't have to kiss you." but the way her drunken gaze lingered in his eyes said otherwise. the corner of her lip raised to the side as she approached his ear, whispering with her words breezing over his skin, "why don't you show me why i should kiss you over them?"

The lack of warmth in her pale skin was made even more prominent by the icy adornments that clung to her lithe frame, a floor length black gown clinging to her model-esque silhouette, and large crystals sewn intricately into the fabric catch the light magnificently with every stride of her gait. After bringing herself to the open bar, fingers snatching a glass of champagne before keeping it poised at her lips while she moseyed around, she began surveying her surroundings for some excitement for the night.

"i don't know," she answered plainly, reaching across the table to take an available glass of water then quickly downing that too. normally, she wasn't this thirsty or this much of a mess (or so she'd tell herself), but today was different. she was at a romantic wedding with a cute guy who happened to know one of the brides and he was... let's just say, spending time with him left her a little worn. "i didn't taste it much," she says to add on, dabbing at her lips with the heel of her palm as she finally turns toward jaehyun with a smile. "but it didn't make me puke, so i guess it was okay."

@hwanwoong y。 Jaehyun had almost no words for the girl who downed the glass, and even fewer for this white suited crusader who casually tastes the wine, so blasé about the blood infused beverage. His disgusted must have been evident in his expression as another lady contemplated taking a glass from between Jaehyun and the fashionable lad, but decided against it with a glance at Jaehyun. Immediately, he masks it with a sniffle and a rumble of his throat to clear it. “I, uh, came with a coworker. No relation.”

@nana k。 today he was fixed up and looking sharp, donning a simple black suit with a champagne pink dress shirt and polka-dotted tie for this occasion. having been invited by one of the wives, he made sure he came presentable enough to pass inspection, but honestly, all he came for was the drinks. and oh, did he have a lot of them.

he started with a few flutes too many of blood wine, then had whiskey and several celebratory shots for the newlyweds, and he's still somehow allowed at the bar. "my friend is getting married, you know?" he asks, taking another glass of whiskey from the bartender and immediately downing it. "she's—hic—soooooo happy too it's crazy." the bartender, possibly more done with him than he realizes, simply scoffs with a shake of the head before heading to the other side of the bar. and ten, refusing to be left like a sad lonely lump, gets up to follow him, only he's interrupted midway.

the chances of meeting up with a familiar face while intoxicated—especially at a gathering like this—probably weren't all that high, but there he stood before nana again. he honestly can't pinpoint why he feels he knows her, but from the way his hands almost naturally slide onto her hips and tug her closer, he doesn't give it much thought. "kiss me," she whispers in command, but he simply stares with his hooded eyes. blinking slowly and lazily studying her features with a slightly stupid, boyish grin. it isn't until he begins to wobble a bit that he finally leans forward, but not to kiss her. not on the lips. instead, he tilts his head rightward, drops it to the crook of her neck to press a little smooch to her skin. he lifts his face again, but patiently, lingering over her aura and taking in her scent. his lips do touch hers, faintly and to pull out her bottom lip in a pout, but he does no more. just mumbles dangerously close to the edge of her brims.

"make me want to."

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@jaehyun j。 "They serve blood here?" Hwanwoong leans down around Jaehyun, picking up another flute of a similar color and sniffing it cautiously, careful not to ruin his painstakingly handmade suit. All in white, of course. Although perhaps he was beginning to consider wearing a more mature color in the future, to avoid the "who's family's kid are you" questions that were getting rather annoying. The small male pokes the top out of curiosity, bringing it to his lips and then immediately scrunching his face up at the familiar taste of iron. "I didn't realize this was a vampire wedding."

“I—,” he doesn’t even have the chance to warn the female as the glass is taken and downed. His hand outstretched in warning rises without pause and combs through his hair, then resting at his neck. Either she was a vampire... or an unsuspecting human. And he so sorely hoped it was the later. “I can see that... good?” He leans into idle conversation, curious to see it through to an answer. Human or vampire: what was she?

adjusting a shuffled around chiffon dress and trying to fix slightly messy hair, she sneaks out of the bathroom and tries to blend in with the crowd as she hops back into her coral pink pumps. "boy, i'm thirsty!" she announces, panting as she snatches the flute from jaehyun and chugs its contents.

“Wait... is this...” He brings the flute of wine to his nose, and regrets it immediately, eyes narrowing as he peers around. He sets the promising drink down, exhaling the answer to his own question in soft sigh. “Blood. Of course.”

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@ten l。 it was a beautiful outdoor wedding with a countless amount of guests. it seemed the brides invited everybody who had ever breathed in the same room as them. nana's lips curled in a smile as she saw how happy the two were in the corner of her eye. it must have been nice for the two to be able to tell the world they love each other after hiding their relationship for so many years. her hips twisted in the stool at the open bar as she sipped on her fifth margarita in the past two hours and it seemed the bartender had a heavy hand. nana was feeling good, a little giddy, and just being here made her happy. she looked around the room at all the people who were here to celebrate such a wonderful joining of two families, chugged her margarita and stood up, stumbling on her heel as she forgot she was dressed to the nines in her red dress and stilettos - her long black hair framed her low neckline. she couldn't help but giggle - that ticklish little vibration came from within her as she laughed at her little mistake because it was alright. little mistakes happen sometimes.

as she raised her gaze back to the crowd, she noticed a familiar, yet not so familiar, face. no, it wasn't his face that had been familiar but perhaps it was his presence that made her want to just go over there and pounce him. she didn't know why, but she. wanted. him. nana's legs flashed between the slit on the side of her dress as she strutted towards the man with absolute resolve, stopping just in front of him, her eyes looked at him from his toes, up his scrawny body, to his black hair, then down to his dark eyes. without hesitation, nana ordered him with an authoritative whisper, "kiss me."

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@jaehyun j。 "yuzuriha inori," she responds, eyes pointed at the floor more so in case onlookers were looking at her, but also because of the compliment and how it made her feel. a delicate smile and shade of pink grace her features, doing a playful 360 turn for him to get a full look as her gaze lifts to his. naturally that helps to relieve some of her tension and widen her grin, but she's still a little nervous with the way she speaks. "you can, uh, thank my friend for the idea... i wanted to be catwoman, but that 'wasn't hot enough' apparently."

@sae m。 humming in thought to her question, he crosses his arms over his chest and takes a moment to think about it. did he really care for the marvel or dc debate? no, but objectively speaking, he did seem to enjoy comics and films from both so it was hard to say. "i think i like the grittiness of dc more, generally speaking, but i'm a fan of marvel movies at the same time." probably not the best way to respond considering it's not really an answer, but he brushes that matter off with a shrug. "i dunno, but what about you? what do you prefer?"

*’nice guy’

@momo h。 [] yOURE PERFECTLY FINE FHFJF

@momo h。 “- but is it okay?”

he barely recognizes that the question is for him and he turns around. his eyes first meet the costume’s cut out that starts where her collarbones meet and ends at her navel. soft milky skin greets him and he can appreciate the structure of such a complex costume. “you’re gonna put this whole con out of business with a costume like that—,” he gapes for a moment, ears turning red, and he’d rather not look like any other ‘nice guy walking around here, “the character... i remember it’s from guilty crown—her name?”

@jaehyun j。 peeling off her current dress and the wig with it, she hangs them both over the screen and holds out her next costume: guilty crown's inori yuzuriha's red leotard like outfit. her friend specifically requested that she wear that outfit for the appeal factor, and that she gets, but as she's putting it on she wonders if agreeing to that was the smartest thing to agree to. nonetheless, she gets it on and puts on the wig she prepared with it, peeking out to see if jaehyun was still there and slowly stepping out when she sees that he is. because the middle part of the leotard was cut out, she instinctively crosses her arms over her chest, but upon approaching him, she drops them to link her fingers behind her back. "it's revealing, i know, but is it okay?"

[ +* ] tried to keep this short so it's a little choppy my bad

@ten l。 sae was still on edge from the virtual stranger once again circling her, but she did her best to smile, her demeanour brightening up considerably when he seemed to recognize her outfit. "yes! it's a manga, there's also an anime series too." she nodded to herself, looking at her sealing wand before letting out a little "ah." he was here for a friend. "that's nice? it's nice that your friend is so passionate about these things... i enjoy both sides though... do you have a preference?"

@sae m。 "cardcaptor sakura, huh?" slowly does he circle around her, getting a full look at the costume and trying to think of why that sounded familiar, a hand of his coming up slowly to at the front of his chin. he hums in thought until she asks him about his attire and tries to guess why he was there. "i believe that was a comic, but that aside i'm not actually here for me. i'm here with a friend who apparently likes to debate about marvel vs dc."

@momo h。 he watches her pick up the costume and his amazement grows. that wasn’t some cheap velvet, but the costume seemed to have boning and structure and life to it as it moved in her hands—
“oh,” his gaze rises from the red dress to meet hers and he almost breaks his neck nodding; the association of having to change makes his head snap the complete other way as he leans against the stall, arms folded across his chest.

@jaehyun j。 "i try to make most of what i use," she admits, a soft and bashful smile growing as she pulls out a red outfit that she presses to her chest with the wig. "i haven't had a lot of time to make many costumes as of late though. speaking of—" standing straight, she shuffles again but this time behind the table and the changing screen her friend so graciously provided. "can you do me a favor and watch my things while i change?"

@momo h。 he watches her closely, both curious and captivated by her. a perfectly normal girl. he hasn’t met one of those in a long time, forget taking mild interest in one but she had a gravity to her. he couldn’t pull away.
“the wigs can’t be handmade,” he comments, reaching out for a detailed scepter prop that caught his attention, “but this almost looks manufactured— wow, it’s really well made.”

@yukhei w。 Yet another place Hwanwoong hated being. He really needed to choose his friends better; this time not only was he dragged out to this- what was it? Oh, right, comicon- but had fitted him into some sort of uniform he recalled was from Cardcaptor Sakura. Ugh, the things they made short people do. Still, it was not all that, because in the last hour alone he’d seen some... interesting pieces that would never be allowed into respectable fashion but still, provided some thought on the old sketching board. And then he saw it. Or rather him. Throwing all hesitation to the wind, Hwanwoong pushed his way until he was standing in front of the beautiful man with the giant tails. “How’d you do it?”

@jaehyun j。 cheeks suddenly warm and aflush, his voice snaps her out of her trance and throws her attention at his words instead, her hands linking together behind her now that they're free. "oh, uh, yeah," she replies quickly, shuffling in front of her bag and pulling out a light pink wig to show him. "i have to change costumes every so often to get more people interested in my friend's booth here."

he scrunched his nose as another attendee's scent wafted under his nostrils; his face contorted in disgust. it was an awful stench but it was part of the experience. discreetly, as possible, he lowered his head to sniff his pits to unsure he still smelling fine in his tight costume, which was gender-bent version of cyborg hui jing from love, , and robots. "still good," he declared to himself, good thing he had blasted himself with deodorant and cologne. as he stood, lost in his thoughts, the crowd parted around him as they tried to avoid the nine tails sprouting from his back.

@ten l。 brightening up completely when ten asked her about her outfit, she smoothes her hand down her skirt with a bright smile. "that's alright! i'm cardcaptor sakura today." she waves her sealing wand a little before smiling sheepishly to herself. "are you dressed as someone? or just here to see someone? or just enjoying the comic con?"

@momo h。 he takes the liberty of gently undoing her grip on the bulky bag, instead taking it into his own and noting the way she stares before breaking away. ‘cute’, he thinks, bringing the stuff to the table she seemed to head towards.
“so, is this all yours?” he asks, examining the props with great intrigue.