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J U N S O O. M O O N
location Escape Bar & Grill
dialogue color #008080
dialogue color #008080
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For as long as June could remember, Bellingstone’s Escape Bar and Grill had always been a highly trafficked spot within the town, but today it seemed to be bustling with intensity, a steady stream of customers rushing in and out. The majority of them stopped by the bar, managing to keep him on his toes his entire shift in complete contrast to the last day he had worked the drinks. Between Gin n’ Tonics and numerous shots of Whiskey, Junsoo knew the reason for the influx of activity. It was a secret to no one that there would be elections for a new mayor soon, and especially not to one June Moon who knew well that his boss was off somewhere to campaign. On top of that was the rumors traveling through the supernatural grapevines about a certain warewolf making his way back to town, and though June himself had never met the man in person, he knew him by name and name was more than enough.
”June boy...” the familiar voice brought the small bartender out of his thick train of thought, lifting his chin up to meet a pair of hazel eyes staring back at him intently. Replying with a simple smile and cheerful ”Hey”, his hands set to prepare a White Russian, the man’s usual order. ”Missed you yesterday” the deep voice added, tapping a finger to his cheek. ”Dance class” the young wolf said simply, setting the glass of creamy liquid on the counter. Long fingers brushed over his for a fraction of a second before pulling the cup away and up to the man’s lips. A satisfied smile spread across his chizled face after setting it back down. ”Is there anything you can’t do?” Junsoo’s rounded cheeks threatened to tint a soft shade of pink. It may not have been the first time to be complimented by Mr. Perfect jawline, but the reaction had always been the same, as it was any other time he was praised.
”Where do I start?” he joked, earning a baritone laugh from the customer. It wasn’t uncommon for June to be flirted with during work hours, and it seemed that the less mind he paid them, the more they came back. Perhaps that was the secret as to why the owners opted to keep him around. Then again, no one could argue against his alcohol mixing skills. As talented with his hands as he is with his body, Junsoo was born to make art, regardless of what kind of art it was. He may not characteristically be Beta wolf material, but there's no denying he brought something to the small pack that no other pack member did, even if Junsoo himself failed to see that. "Do Clarke and Stein know that you're their best money maker? They better keep you close before someone comes and snatches you." The dark haired boy responded with a small laugh, turning his back to the blonde at the counter to tend to another order, He didn't bother to give a proper answer, reasoning that what the man said was nothing more than a joke to send his cheeks ablaze. He was convinced that the food served there made the money, not hi drinks and much less his innocent features.
His eyes danced around the room as familiar faces made their way inside. In a small town it happened much too often. He could feel the man's eyes still on him as he prepared the machines for the bundles of orders that would undoubtedly be coming very soon.