Clash of Colors

Welcome, City Boy

A group of men cheered clinking their glasses together. Gulping the gold liquid, gasping satisfied.

"Another round!" Someone shouted.

"On me," Sehun declared. Pulling out his new leather wallet. Flashing his card as he called out for more liquor.

"Wow, Sehun," a man clapped him on the back. Club friend Yoo Minjae slyly grinned. "Breaking out of your cage tonight?"

Yoo Minjae frequented Club Paradise. In fact, he was such a regular that the bodyguards outside let him pass whenever they saw him. Recognizable Yoo Minjae had a big name in this district. The popular guy whose face was as well known as a wanted criminal. A lanky guy who was savvy and witty. His expertise? Women.

Sehun eyed his hand. Annoyed at the touch. "You washed?"

Minjae scoffed. Removed his hand.

Tilting his head back Sehun drank the rest of his cup. The ice cubes noisily rattled. Swishing the liquid around in his mouth Sehun stared at the glassy black table. His party was sitting on the second level with a good view of the dancing space. Everyone gone deaf in front of the loud speakers. The DJ was screaming something into his mic. Ten thousand colors flashed throughout the quaking club.

Sehun eyed the colors of clothing. Men and women, bodies smashing. All of them probably having lost their senses already from poisoning their systems.

A waiter arrived.

"Tip yourself," Sehun muttered handing the man his card.

Minjae scoffed.

"Do anything in the bathroom?" Sehun asked below hearing level. In other words, you idiot did you stick a needle in your arm?

Rolling up his shirt, Minjae raised a cheeky brow, "See anything?"

Sehun stared at him through pinned eyes. "The police raids the club and I'm dead."

Clapping a hand over his shoulder with a smack, "So, where'd you wake up last night, city boy? I heard you disappeared from the karaoke room."

Shrugging his hand off, Sehun grabbed the new bottle of whiskey. Poured himself a cup without offering any to the rest of the party. The three guys across from him were cackling among themselves. Sharing pictures of random women they'd taken pictures of on the way up.

"I was in the bathroom." He swigged the gold liquid on his cup. "With the front desk girl."

"And?"

"I asked for her name midway. Guess it turned her off." He boringly told. "So we finished and she walked out."

Minjae released a high tone laughter that sounded like a dying sheep. Slapping his back again. Annoying him again. He didn't want the guy touching him. His expression grew terse. The irritation increased when he smelled the stench of cigarettes. Seeing across from him one of the three guys lighting up one.

"Put that out!" he snapped.

Lowering it from his lips the middle guy drunkenly asked, "What's wrong, man? Want one?"

To his left his slack jawed friend asked, "Are you on your period? So pissy tonight, dude."

Sehun slammed the cup onto the table. Accidentally splashing himself with the liquor. "Fuck!" Hurling to his feet, "I just bought these!" He hastily wiped at his high-end black pants. Too late. It was already soaked through.

Minjae muffled a laugh into his fist. The club regular was the least of his problems. He hadn't been home in three days. Maxed out one of his credit cards yesterday and ended up calling the family's driver to get him another one. By now the frugal humanitarian called his father would be ready to wring his neck.