365 Fresh

~4~

Chase roamed the city, searching for a new bar to sneak into. He finally found one, Night of Mischief. Walking around the side of the building, he located a small window that he figured would lead him into a bathroom. Carefully, he used the tips of his shoes to hoist himself up on the brick wall, sliding them in the tiny space between the red bricks. He reached up, hands just barely scratching the edge of the windowsill. 

Balancing was tricky, but he did it, and slid his right foot in between another set of bricks slightly higher than the last. Pushing himself up, he grabbed hold of the sill, and slowly pulled himself all the way up, arms shaking. He was halfway through the sill before he had to take a break. He let his arms drop down in front of him, his ass in the air and legs dangling, still outside.

After about 30 seconds he continued pulling himself through, since he didn't need anyone to come through the doorway and telling security that someone was trying to sneak in. The police already knew him plenty well.

Finally, he fell forwards down to the bathroom floor, hitting his head on the wall, but making it in alive. He sat there for a moment, thankful the bathroom appeared empty. After about a minute, he shook himself off and examined his reflection in the mirror. 

He'd wiped off all the blood and cleaned himself up at his apartment earlier, covering the bruises from being beaten up with makeup, and all that looked disturbed now was his silken blue shirt, which he carefully smoothed out. Finally satisfied with how he looked, he exited the bathroom, and found himself in the main dancing hall. 

Left and right, everywhere he looked, it was a complete grindfest. Shaking his head in slight disgust, he turned and made his way to the bar. Quickly, he found his prey: two young ladies, definitely tourists. The one with braids had carelessly thrown a set of keys onto the bar in front and slightly to the side of her, an easy grab for anyone. 

Smirking to himself, Chase took a few strides forward, plan already formed in his mind. Throwing his arms in a careless manner around both the ladies, he laughingly asked, almost in a drunken manner, "Can I buy you sweets anything to drink?"

Their reaction was immediate, both shrieked out in broken Korean (again, clearly tourists), and pushed him away, but Chase was already stepping away, clutching the keys he'd snatched with his right hand when he'd tossed his arm around braid girl.

Laughing to himself, he exited the bar completely out a back exit, and walked across the street to the parking garage used for the bar. 

Time to get have some fun elsewhere.