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venus, planet of love

[ After a few parties together, and a few more nights and days together, He Ming would say he knows King well now. They're definitely friends. You can't sleep with someone that many times and not be friends!

So when he sees King at one of his usual bars, He Ming's not shy at all about approaching him and slinging himself all over his side. The room is flashing with lights towards the dance floor, but on the second floor where they are, near the balcony, they can actually hear each other talk. He Ming did have friends he came with, but they're off... somewhere, He Ming doesn't know. He just knows where King is, and that he's warm and comfy. ]

Kiiiing, are you busy? You're not busy, right? Come and take some shots with me.

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[ Great! So King's making strides, and He Ming can to. He bounces slightly in his seat and grins at the stranger. ]

How can I earn it? Buy you a drink? Make King do something embarrassing?

[The stalker's generosity was unexpected, bringing a small grin to King's lips as he raised one of his shot glasses to cheers him, handing the other to He Ming. He downed it quickly enough as He Ming listed surprisingly tame ways to earn his name, King setting the glass down and resting his chin against He Ming's shoulder.]

It's rare you don't offer something raunchier off the bat.

[ At that, Jun's expression becomes even more suspicious. He locks eyes with King, then He Ming in turn to try and parse if that was serious or a joke. ]

How 'raunchy' are you talking about?

[ He Ming almost falls off of his stool laughing, though he's admittedly tipsy. After collecting himself he leans in close to King's stalker. ]

Oh, he just means I like to have some fun. And I'm trying to break him in slowly. [ He directs his latter sentences at King, though he sits up straight to preen a bit and give the stranger a better chance to look at his body and bare neck and collarbones. ] You should be gentler with your new friends.

[Was his stalker actually interested in the offer? He turned to bury his face into He Ming's hair to stifle his laughter, letting out some ungainly snorts as He Ming mentioned he just liked to have 'some fun'. Talk about understatement of the century.

Still, he leaned back to let He Ming preen, instead trying to look chastised at He Ming's scolding.]

You're right, you're right. [He turned back to his stalker, looking contrite.] So can I get you a drink to toast to our friendship?

[ He meant sex, didn't he. And a surface read of their intentions suggests that it was a serious offer. Suppressing another sigh, he decidedly averts his gaze from the blonde's posing. ]

Fine. [ A deeper read suggests that the two are weird and too interested in partying for his preferences. Jun stares at his hands as he listens to their thoughts, disguising the moment by looking as hesitant as he was before. Well, he is deep in thought. Just thoughts that aren't his own.

After the moment, he ultimately finds that they seem harmless. Just too flirty. Finally he gives in, because they don't seem like they'll leave him alone any time soon, he should at least make it more tolerable for himself. ]

Shots.

Shots!

[ Almost cheering, He Ming elbows King and slips off the stool in his enthusiasm. Since King offered, he can buy them, while He Ming grins and leans on the bar right in front of the stranger. ]

Will you give us your name now?

[ While talking he bends his leg so he can rub a foot against King's leg. Footsie it is not, but he's trying. ]

[Well that was surprising. Maybe He Ming was the key to these sort of things after all. King saluted as he flagged the bartender down to give them more shots, hand against the back of He Ming's neck, thumb absently running over the vertebrae of his spine as he ordered drinks. It took a bit to suppress his victorious grin, as well as the surge of affection and amusement he felt towards He Ming. He'd never met anyone as touch starved and affectionate as He Ming, and he laughed slightly when he felt He Ming's foot brush against his leg.]

Here.

[He handed out the shots when he was given them, letting his gaze linger on his stalker for a moment, brows raised up in amusement.]

To our new friend-

...Jun.

[ He follows it by quickly downing the shot. It burns like hell on the way down, but he doesn't flinch. ]

We're not friends yet.

Why can't we be friends?

[ He Ming immediately presses, but with a laugh he's aware sounds mostly like a giggle. After downing his own drink he rests an elbow on the counter to look up and bat his eyelashes at Jun. ]

King and I got to be friends really quickly.

What, do you need a few more shots?

[King gave him a small teasing grin, downing his drink easily enough, before he knocked his shoulder against He Ming's.]

Yeah but not everyone is as friendly as us. I think just getting Jun's name and having him drink with us is good progress.

I need you to be less annoying.

[ This is directed at King, because to Jun's own surprise, he's finding He Ming more agreeable than the other man. That, in turn, makes Jun suspicious, and he keeps an ear on their thoughts as he returns to his other glass of liquor. ]

If I'm friendly and you're friendly, we should make up for Jun being... less friendly!

[ He leans comfortably against King's side, turning to look up at him from a distance of only a few inches. ]

Right? We should make up for it.

[ But the way He Ming is slightly pursing his lips more suggests "make out". ]

Hey, should you be saying that since you were the one who was following me around?

[If there was a barb felt by Jun's words, King didn't dwell on it or let it show, more amused than anything. Did Jun call all of the people he followed around 'annoying' because they had caught his interest and made him act contrary to how he normally did?

He Ming wasn't being subtle at all about how he thought they should 'make it up' for Jun, and amused, he turned back to He Ming.]

Why do you think he'd want us to make up for that? He just called me annoying.

[ Ugh, fine, fine. He did follow King in the first place. Jun can admit that. It was for a good cause but it still hasn't worked since King hasn't told him why he can gamble like that—and now he has two horny bastards after him and his... friendship? Body? Some combination of the two. ]

Your personality is annoying. Not you following me around. [ But, ] I won't "stalk" you anymore, and you know my name. Happy now?

Okay, he didn't ask, but... we could try.

[ He glances back at Jun when he makes a weak attempt at apologizing. ]

I'd be happier if you wanted to hang out more with us. Maybe we can convince you.

[There was a small bristle of annoyance at that, because what had he done that was so irritating exactly? He turned to He Ming with a pout as if He Ming might be able to explain this, before brightening slightly with an idea.

He slung a companionable arm around He Ming and leaned forward, beaming.]

Hey, don't be that way. If you were so curious about me, I could tell you, but I only reveal my secrets to my friends.

Do you know what he can do? [ Jun directs this question at He Ming, around King.

Those two look like friends, if friends are supposed to be so touchy. ]

Of course I do!

[ He Ming wiggles under King's arm. ] We're friends, so we tell each other things that are important about each other. Maybe, if you wanted to get a bit closer to him, he'd tell you.

[While King didn't care for being ignored, he was glad at least that He Ming wasn't quick to spill the beans right at the moment. Not when it seemed like they were reeling Jun in nice and slow.

He only smiled pleasantly at the exchange, before turning back to He Ming.]

Maybe we're coming on too strong. We should give him space and we can hang out somewhere less noisy.

[ At the show of pleasantries King is giving them, Jun nearly rolls his eyes. He can tell King still wants him. Not for his abilities, or anything all that specific, but because he's physically attracted and seems more amused than turned off by his attitude.

On the other hand, He Ming seems easier to guide. Jun looks from King to He Ming, gaze lingering on him. ]

...I'll play nice. [ He'll play along. Jerking his chin at a bead curtain closing off the VIP section, he makes a suggestion. ] But I'd prefer a quieter place.

Okay... [ He starts responding to King, but he returns to looking at Jun with big, warm eyes when he speaks again. ] Oh, okay!

[ Agreeable, comfortable, He Ming turns just enough to look up at King and wrap his arms in a tight squeeze around his waist. ]

You can get us in there, right? It'll be more private.

[It's a little suspicious that Jun was being so agreeable, and the caveat he presented only made it more apparent. He had to wonder if Jun was going to get bored and disappear as soon as he figured out how King worked his magic, but if he hadn't figured it out at the casino or mahjong parlor, he probably wasn't going to get it right now.

He shot He Ming a small look, as if He Ming should know better but he would indulge this anyway, he nodded, extracting himself from his arms and immediately missing the warmth.]

Sure sure. Wait here.

[It doesn't take any luck, just a bribe and their names are on the list. Beaming, he turned back to the two of them, waving them over.]

[ While King is off getting them into the VIP room, Jun keeps sipping his own drink. He can tell that He Ming still wants to talk to him. Thankfully it's not long before King gestures at them to come over. ]

Do you do this a lot? [ He jerks his head at King. ] Be that guy's wingman.

[ He Ming doesn't even protest Jun's description, and he just laughs. ]

Sometimes! You could be nicer to him, you know.

[ As they enter the room, He Ming is quick to sling his arms around King and take advantage of the relative privacy to nudge him onto a couch. ]

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