Behind The Red Curtain | YiZhan ✓

6-Red Like The Flush On His Lips

It was warm. That's how he would define the bar at first sight.
It was much bigger than he'd thought, the interor designed to be elegant, the walls covered by small shards of mirrors with a tint of crimson red spiraling between them.
Some tables were covered by dark red curtains, separating them from the rest of the crowd. He could've guessed a good 50 people could fit in here on the chairs alone.
Right in the middle was a huge black stage, on it a piano and a mic, ready for a breathtaking performance. Right above it was a huge chandelier, made completely of glass. It gave more beauty to the place, making it tempting to not look at.

On the left next to the entrance was a bar, covered in black tiles. Behind it was a man dressed in black. His auburn hair tied down on a bun, his arms long and slender like his fingers. He was pretty tall, eyes sharp and thin. And over his nose was a small scar, maybe a slit formed by a knife. Not that he had seen anything like it. But it wasn't making his image bad one a bit. Instead, it was adding up to his charm and sharp charisma. He sure could tell that it was enough to make a woman faint right then and there.

He guessed he was a little over 30, maybe 35. But not old enough to call old.

"Welcome."

Despite his appereance, his voice was gentle and soft, even soothing to the ears. He did not mind listening to it a bit longer.
"You seem lost."

Yibo raised his brows as he walked closer, but then stopped at a far away distance. "How so?"

The bartender seemed sure of his words as he took a glass out and started to pour in it some wine. "You just came in here with an unsure face. And yet your colors changed upon seeing the inside of my crimson lair. It seems i've made the right decision with the interior."

His words were like messy poems swung together, intertwined in complete harmony. He wasn't sure on how to talk, but knew that if he said a wrong word, he'd figure him completely out.
So he continued to keep his distance. Spiritually. "I'm... looking for someone."

The bartender smiled as he poured the wine. "Aren't we all? But i suppose yours is a bit more special... judging from how anxious your face is."

Desperate, Yibo walked forward and placed the card on the counter. "I just want to know that this does not belong here. To... him."

The bartender picked up the card and glanced back at him. "Oh... it surely does belong here. After all, i remember giving this to the man himself, myself. It seems... you're looking for him?"

Yibo swallowed, his head almost feeling as if affected by vertigo. His legs felt much weaker, while his neck started to sweat from worry. "Is he?... here?"

The man nodded. "He very much is. The date is mentioned for today, no? Isn't that how you came here? And finding this card... it seems you're not in it for the same reason others would be. A concerned friend maybe?"
Yibo exhaled deeply at his words, becoming impatient. "I just... i just need to see him."

The bartender thought for a bit, later leaned down to take out a piece of paper and a pen from behind the counter. "Well, then, i suppose it's alright if you do come in. I like the way your eyes are covered by rage yet... there is this gentleness in them. Maybe you're the one who he has been looking for all along?"

Yibo tilted his head slightly, questioning. Waiting for? Who has he been waiting for?

"Here, you just need to sign over here and never speak of this place... well, outside of this place. But you're free to use the membership with only 1,389,87¥uan a month. Pretty cheap?" Yibo frowned. "That's a rip off." The bartender laughed in return. "I'm sure you won't say that after seeing what's in store for you."