Ji Kyun

The scenes before Ji were always slightly outlandish. Tongues dancing, laps riding, tears being shed. This was his every day life and if he said he didn’t enjoy it, he’d be lying. Sitting behind his bar and watching with golden eyes and a smirk across his lips, he looked out at his fellow employees making their hourly wages. It was a delightful sight most nights, too. Seeing someone who holds themselves with a certain grace in front of customers and then slump over his bar after hours begging for another drink. As a fae, he made a few bargains with his coworkers to keep them upright and moving forward, but they never guessed the magic behind it after a few drinks.

When a new body slid up to his barstool, a dark blue brow raised. He did so love the human glamour he had on, rounded ears instead of his pointed ones. A lack of horns too, to the human eye. A perfect human, aside from the tattoos branding his skin. A sin to most. A playful but welcoming smile crossed his lips as he gazed down at the new body. “And how may I help you tonight?”