Debauve

2: Clove

"Hmmm, looks a bit heavy. Are you sure you can handle that?"

"Fuck off, Forth."

The guy named Forth shrugged. "Just saying. You think that's still alive?"

"If you don't shut up now, I'm going to buy your boyfriend."

"Fuck you, Mew."

Forth went away, holding a bottle of wine on one hand. His other arm around his boyfriend. Later on, they disappeared on one of the VIP rooms.

Mew half-dragged, half-carried the snoozing guy towards the dark hallway of the VIP area. He attracted the attention of everybody lurking in there. He hates going through the normal entrance. It smelled of cigar and alcohol.

"Mew! Long time no see!" a cheerful voice greeted.

"Max."

"How come you're here. Who's that? New toy?"

Mew decided to just carry Gulf bridal style because it was taking him too long. 

"My host."

Max walked around them and touched Gulf's face, turning it around so he can have a better look. "Haven't seen this one before." He said.

"It's not like you've played with all of them."

Max shrugged. "I know most of them. Anyway, Hades demands an emergency meeting. Something to do with his boy toy's status."

"I don't care about it. It's his issue. Why don't you call Ares? I bumped into him earlier."

"Hades hates Ares's father. Ha! They have a recent argument at... um... work." He let go of Gulf's face, but was still looking at him suspiciously. "Well, see you around, Helios." Max returned to his table where a muscly guy danced his way on his lap and made him drink wine.

Mew groaned as he passed by the huge wall stashed from floor to ceiling with wine bottles.

There's a reason why he didn't stay here at VIP that long.

One, he doesn't like wine. He's more of a coffee person.

Two, it wasn't like before. It was peaceful back then. Not much clients. More sophisticated hosts. Now, it's like a den with various people picking out wine bottles for pleasure only.

No wonder he upgraded to the exclusive and highly expensive VVIP.

2: Clove

Clove is situated at Sukhumvit. A posh bar for those who can shed money for late night drinking parties. It is well known by the upper class and a common hang-out place even by celebrities.

What plenty didn't know was that Clove has an underground business.

Owned by a rich family who originally established it as a place where their only son could interact with people, Clove has gone a long way and expanded from a single table to a bar.