Nam Gyu worked as a bartender at a nightclub called ‘club pentagon’. He’d worked there since he was 20 and was now 25, he was damn good at it so he didn’t see a reason to leave and find another job. Plus, he got to flirt with most of the customers so he got good tips. He often wore black jeans and a black collared shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows when he went to work, his short yet almost shoulder length hair often combed back a bit but it still would fall in his face. He worked late nights but that didn’t bother him. He didn’t have a girlfriend or anything to go back home to so he was quite happy with spending all his time at the club and only going home to sleep.

Thanos was a 27 year old man with purple dye put over the top of his natural dark hair. He was a semi-famous rapper, trying to make it huge. But he also struggled with his mental Heath and so that played a big part in his struggle to make his career even bigger.

Nam Gyu was working a late Friday night, it was only 8pm but for a Friday, that was busy hour and he was on shift until midnight. He was behind the bar and he had his forearms leaning on top of the counter, talking to a few customers who were standing by bar side. His attention was grabbed and taken to an unfamiliar person who was passing by everyone, coming to the bar. He didn’t recognise the man with the purple hair, he pushed himself up to stand straight instead of leaning against the bar.

Thanos walked over to the bar in the club, keeping his head down to avoid other people’s gazes. He sat down on a bar stool in front of the bar, realising now that his usual bartender wasn’t in tonight, it was some other guy. Thanos usually came to the club on a Thursday which was always Nam Gyu’s day off so they’d never met, but the guy that usually works a Thursday had family issues and so Nam Gyu had to work his shift.

Nam Gyu walked over to stand in front of where Thanos was sitting, leaning his back against the counter behind him as he looked across at the unfamiliar purple haired man sitting at the bar counter.

“What can I get ya?”

Nam Gyu asked with a raise of his eyebrow, wondering what it was he wanted for a drink. He was being polite like he was with all his customers, usually only because he got good tips from being nice or flirting back with people who flirted with him. But he needed to sus this new person out first.