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Vincent Feng

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Fresh out of Insulae prison, for whatever dumbass reason that the EMU or whatever the fuck they were called these days let him (....not that he was complaining), Vin set out to the nearest bar in search of some firewhiskey. He could definitely use a drink, and maybe somebody to play with. That was one thing that he had really missed. Touch. His skin on somebody else's. Interaction. A decent conversation, and not just through bars. Another was the openness of everything, being able to walk around freely without a care in the world, and no one looming over his shoulder to make sure he kept in line. It was a great feeling to be out on his own again. The world was his playground. The question was: would he set it on fire again, or be a good boy? He highly doubted that second one. 

 

A devilish smirk creeped onto his face was he swaggered into the bar. Taking a seat at the counter, he signaled the bartender with flick of his fingers, and ordered a glass of that ambery drink that he so fancied. 

 

 

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Just like that, it was over. Yeong-Jin didn't know what he had been expecting a secret, forbidden romance to turn out as but he sure as hell hadn't expected his longtime lover to end up breaking things off due to the secrets. Now, here he was, getting drunk in some stupid bar. Like he was a commoner. Well, whatever, he was drowning his sorrows and he was only human. Another man came in and his gaze lingered briefly before going back to his own shots. He wanted to be good and drunk by the time this night was out. He didn't intend to stop until he was cut off, needing the escape that strong drink could bring him. Spencer just didn't understand. There was no way he could make his ex understand the culture his family lived in, the existing stigma against same-sex relationships. Ugh. He slammed his glass on the table and signaled for his glass to be refilled.

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Grabbing his drink from the bartender, he let out a small snort as a man across the room slapped his glass down. Vin was intrigued. He wondered what kind of day the stranger had had to be so blatantly impatient about. They were all here to get hammered, were they not? Wetting his lips, he got up from his bar stool and sauntered over to the gentleman, sitting down at his table and setting his drink down. "You look like you could use another drink. Have mine," Vincent tempted, sliding towards him, his words rolling off his tongue with ease. He crossed one of his legs over the other and laid back casually in his chair, watching the fellow with interest. 

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Yeong-Jin looked grumpily up at the other man as he made himself welcome at his table. He was handsome, Yeong-Jin would give him that though that didn't really matter. Nothing did at the moment because everything in his world was very much not going right for him. He muttered under his breath in Korean but still accepted the drink, not really caring that he was being outright rude and grumpy to a handsome stranger. "Thanks," he said as he set the glass back down on the counter. "You know. They say love conquers all, blah, blah, blah but I have proof - it does not," he said, talking in a low tone as if it was a secret. Meh, he was already well on his way to overly drunk and that was just how he wanted to be.

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He nodded in reply to his thanks and simpered at the man's next words.  Love?  He almost laughed. Love wasn't something he had felt in a long time, seventeen years in fact... not since his wife died. But lust? Very much so. Lust he understood. It was a craving that he felt constantly and could be easily satisfied in a variety of ways....but never quite completely. It was like an itch that just kept itching. Which always left him to wonder if was just the sex he thirsted for or something else entirely.

 

"Proof?" Vin replied lazily,  gently tracing circles on the table with his fingers on his right hand.  Pulling his other hand up from his lap unto the table, he leaned closer and whispered, "Perhaps you  just gave your love to the wrong person." 

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