Thanos was banned from the Club Pentagon.

Nam-Gyu was flabbergasted the first time Thanos announced those words. Apparently, he had gotten himself over too many substances and ended up bad enough to not only be kicked out, but banned COMPLETELY. So.. There wasn't much of a choice rather than for Thanos to look for another place where they sold stuff and grab drinks. Though not free, because Nam-Gyu only worked on the Club Pentagon.

Goddamn that idiot..

At first It was a bit hollow to pass his shifts without Thanos speaking to him in the barstool as always, even got too heavy for him to actually focus on the tasks given by his manager and companions. Thanos had been his, alike, emotional support after he had passed through his last withdrawal thanks to the substances.

So not having him around was pretty lame. Though If someone asked he would claim that Thanos was just annoying and he was glad that that dumbass couldn't come around anymore. Se-mi could see right through his words—that bitch, of course, had a mind on her. Meanwhile Min-su only felt pity. Strangely enough.

That was until Thanos had a goddamn idea.

Which Nam-Gyu already mentally noted down to never let Thanos think again.

So Nam-Gyu was on a night shift a Friday night, which was pretty busy for a fuckass low class night club such as Club Pentagon. Nam-Gyu was looking around when he got a message from Thanos. He immediately dropped the glass he was cleaning and checked his phone:

Thanos: Dude, Imma go over, expect me there

Of course, Nam-Gyu had to stare for a few seconds until he recovered himself. Come over? Really? Did Thanos truly want to get kicked out and have a security guard push him off, again. Yes, again. Nam-Gyu immediately groaned, writing his own message and sending it to Thanos.

Nam-gyu: Hyung the fuck are you talking about you are banned from here.

Thanos: Nana, bro trust me I got a plan just don't be an asshole about it, okay?

And before Nam-Gyu could answer Thanos was offline. What the hell did that man have in mind? Whatever. Nam-Gyu just sighted, probably a grey streak had grown in his hair with how much stress did he have to handle die to working here and being friends with that goddamn rapper.

Nam-Gyu passed a few minutes cleaning glasses and making sure to pour more whiskey and cheap booze to the men and women that were wasted on the bar stools, and also to the ones that were still on their first, that before he was specifically called out by someone, specifically Thanos voice.

' How the fuck did you— '

And when Nam-Gyu raised his chin, he was met by the sight of the most gorgeous, breathtaking, whore he'd ever seen in his life. And surprisingly for Nam-Gyu, it seemed like it was fucking Thanos—Crossdressing to pass into the club? That was a whole new level.

Nam-Gyu stared, the sight of the party and the crowd behind dancing and trading drugs for money didn't exactly matter to him anymore, not when his friend was standing there. How did he even dodge the security on the entrance? That was surprising, even for Thanos.