forum Gang/Mafia RP (Closed)

Started June 12, 2018 by @Desvelarse pets

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"Naw I usually just stay with Mozzy," He realized he should stop talking but he was drunk and too honest.

“Mozzy? Do I know them?” Yeon questioned with an arched brow. He tried to think if he knew that name, but nothing came to mind. Maybe it was because of how wasted he felt.

"No, Mozzy is an old friend of mine. He's like my mentor slash best friend. When I ran away from my parents at 15 he took care of me."

“Well go home to him then,” Yeon hummed, sipping his drink. Maybe he should stop now. “At least you’ve got someone to look after you. That’s nice.”

"Nice enough I suppose," he said slamming another drink. "I hate going home."

“Why’s that? If the guy is your best friend or whatever, why would you hate going home?” Yeon asked, a slur still in his tone. That seemed to make him harder to understand before, considering he also still has a strong accent.

"Don't really wanna talk about it, if that's alright," He realized he had already said too much.

“Mm, yeah, it’s fine. I wouldn’t want to get into personal shit during business either,” Yeon said, finishing the rest of the drink in his glass. He looked around the bar, searching for a clock that may be on one of the walls.

Tony slammed the rest of his drink, "I should probably be done," He laughed drunkenly.

“Yeah, same here. How about we call that one a tie?” Yeon asked with an arched brow, looking back over at Tony.

"Oh, no no, I think we call it a 'to be continued. I don't do ties." He laughed.

“No ties huh? Damn, I was trying to let you off easy, pretty boy,” Yeon said with a laugh. “When are you free to come back here? Who knows when we’ll be paired up again for a job.”

Tony grabbed a napkin and wrote something down on it before offering it to Yeon, "My number, call me when you want to continue."

Yeon grinned down at the napkin as his eyes flicked over the number. He took it from Tony and stuffed it into the pocket of his bomber jacket. “Great, gracias. I will most definitely be calling you,” He said with a flirtatious wink.

Tony sighed, “None if this counts as a date,”

“Ah, fuck off and let me hope,” Yeon groaned, leaning back where he was sitting. His knee bounced, feeling built up energy coursing through his nerves.

“You a little restless there bud?” He said noticing the leg.

“I don’t like sitting still for long, especially after I’ve had a few drinks,” Yeon simply explained, running a hand through his thick hair, fingers getting caught on a few small knots.

“When then maybe we should get out of here,” Tony smiled.

“And go where, home? I don’t feel like going home yet,” Yeon said. He tended to whine a bit when he was a tad wasted. He either whined or acted a bit provocative, and his brain was struggling between the two options.

Tony laughed, “We don’t have to go home, I am drunk and will comply to anything,”

“Anything?” Yeon asked, a mischievous grin on his lips. Of course, when Tony said ‘anything’, plenty of suggestive acts came to mind. Would he do something like that with Tony, a guy he didn’t know too well? Most likely. He’s had plenty of one night stands with strangers, this wouldn’t be too different.

Tony smiled, “Usually, Yeah Anything, I’m compliant when drunk.”

“How compliant?” Yeon decided to ask his elbows in a suggestive tone, a tricky grin on his lips. He leaned forward against his elbows, brows raised expectantly.

“Too complicated,” He let out a fluttery laugh.

“Mm, that’s good to know,” Yeon said with another wink. Just because this wasn’t a date didn’t mean he was unable to get laid that evening.

Tony blushed and looked away, “So are we getting out of here or not?”

“Yeah, let’s get going,” Yeon said, smirking to himself slightly at the sight of redness in Tony’s cheeks. He got up, dropping a few bills onto the counter as to pay and tip the server for their excessive drinking.

Tony followed Yeon out. “Thanks for the drinks, didn’t know they were on you tonight.”

“I get generous when I’m wasted, and you’re very welcome,” Yeon chuckled, tone slightly slurred. He strolled down the sidewalk, his sight blurring around the edges.