Golden hair pulled neatly back into a small ponytail, Jen worked his normal night shift at the bar that he worked at, attending to the multitude of cougars and under-aged sneak ins who attempted to gain his attention and affections. Willingly, he played along with them, pulled at their emotions which lovingly linked to their wallets and earned him a generous amount more income than should have been allowed for such an average wage job. Sweet words and false smiles always earned him the benefits of a heavy tip through a drunken woman.
Jen had learned to tune out the pounding bass and seizure inducing lights that were a package deal with working at a club. The tips combined with the privileged of watching people make horrendous fools out of themselves was enough to make his job worth the while, and currently a perfect example of such a moment had just happened.
He had noticed the pink-haired boy watching him, examining him as he tended to the regular, wasted women with ease and precise acting. He had also noticed when a replica of the male had come up to a stool, looking quite disgruntled by its stature. Admittedly, to Jen these types of characters came and went from the bar each night. An awkward, lost newbie to clubbing accompanied by a rambunctious and excitable experienced person. It wasn't rare for new people to come in, and yet the twins caught his interest.
Finishing the drinks for the wasted females, Jen headed to the other side of the bar, an amused look on his face as soft, yet sharp laughter fell silently from his up-curved lips. Once over to the two boys, Jen leaned slightly on the polished bar counter. "What can I get for you, fellas?" he questioned, the undertone of amusement still laced in his words.
Yet now he was more amused by their appearance than by their actions. Although obvious twins, there were distinct differences between the two that Jen could see. Not just in looks, but in mannerisms and the way each held themselves, one more innocent than the other. And their hair... it was strange in the way that it didn't look like a dyed pink or blue, but far more natural as it framed their faces, which seemed almost flawless aside from the freckles.
no subject
Jen had learned to tune out the pounding bass and seizure inducing lights that were a package deal with working at a club. The tips combined with the privileged of watching people make horrendous fools out of themselves was enough to make his job worth the while, and currently a perfect example of such a moment had just happened.
He had noticed the pink-haired boy watching him, examining him as he tended to the regular, wasted women with ease and precise acting. He had also noticed when a replica of the male had come up to a stool, looking quite disgruntled by its stature. Admittedly, to Jen these types of characters came and went from the bar each night. An awkward, lost newbie to clubbing accompanied by a rambunctious and excitable experienced person. It wasn't rare for new people to come in, and yet the twins caught his interest.
Finishing the drinks for the wasted females, Jen headed to the other side of the bar, an amused look on his face as soft, yet sharp laughter fell silently from his up-curved lips. Once over to the two boys, Jen leaned slightly on the polished bar counter. "What can I get for you, fellas?" he questioned, the undertone of amusement still laced in his words.
Yet now he was more amused by their appearance than by their actions. Although obvious twins, there were distinct differences between the two that Jen could see. Not just in looks, but in mannerisms and the way each held themselves, one more innocent than the other. And their hair... it was strange in the way that it didn't look like a dyed pink or blue, but far more natural as it framed their faces, which seemed almost flawless aside from the freckles.