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tonight sojurn
Jul. 25th, 2013 02:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bossymarmalade[TXT] there’s a korean bar on Taraval St. called tonight soju bar
[TXT] i’m already here i’ll wave when i see you
Kyle didn’t bother to answer because he took longer to dress himself for a bar than it took him to get the coordinates into his ring and fly there. A green shooting star that disappeared as quickly as people saw it over San Francisco, and Kyle entered the bar. Totally nondescript entrance, but inside was a warm blend of rusty wood and dark purple hues, overlaid with moon motifs and starry-looking lights above. Kyle swung himself bodily back to look up as he strolled in, pleased with the ambiance for some reason.
He was wearing what he threw on - thin-jersey t-shirt and a pair of jeans, and green chucks. Even with his ring regulating his temperature, it was too hot for anything else. Kyle hopped and bobbed amongst the crowd, looking for a shock of purple coils and tresses.
It was only when Kyle’s scruffy green converses appeared in the slot of floor visible beside the two-person booth that Mar’i pushed the small privacy curtain aside, the moon-logo on it cumpling up into the dark blue fabric. She managed to slap his arm just as he passed by the booth, obliviously looking around at the sitting bar and its already full patronage of businessmen having drinks after work and younger people having a night out on the town.
( bottoms up )
[TXT] i’m already here i’ll wave when i see you
Kyle didn’t bother to answer because he took longer to dress himself for a bar than it took him to get the coordinates into his ring and fly there. A green shooting star that disappeared as quickly as people saw it over San Francisco, and Kyle entered the bar. Totally nondescript entrance, but inside was a warm blend of rusty wood and dark purple hues, overlaid with moon motifs and starry-looking lights above. Kyle swung himself bodily back to look up as he strolled in, pleased with the ambiance for some reason.
He was wearing what he threw on - thin-jersey t-shirt and a pair of jeans, and green chucks. Even with his ring regulating his temperature, it was too hot for anything else. Kyle hopped and bobbed amongst the crowd, looking for a shock of purple coils and tresses.
It was only when Kyle’s scruffy green converses appeared in the slot of floor visible beside the two-person booth that Mar’i pushed the small privacy curtain aside, the moon-logo on it cumpling up into the dark blue fabric. She managed to slap his arm just as he passed by the booth, obliviously looking around at the sitting bar and its already full patronage of businessmen having drinks after work and younger people having a night out on the town.
( bottoms up )
