[WHY ARE YOU SO YOUNG AND FULL OF ENERGY . . . . uuuuuugh no honestly he's just being a shit as he takes his time with climbing out of the car. But he throws an arm around his shoulders, yanking him in close, so that's kind of nice.
He leads him in, depositing him on a bar stool and heading in back to grab it. Whatever it is, it's small, because he doesn't seem to have anything as he emerges. Behind the bar he goes, more for show than because he's actually working.
Ling is drinking tonight, apparently, as there's a shot being shoved across the bar. And beneath it, not a coaster, but a card.
An ID card, in fact, and one that's far, far more authentic than the shitty one Ling has. It has holographs and everything, telling the world that Ling Yao is nearly six feet, has black eyes and brown hair, and is absolutely twenty-two years old.]
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He leads him in, depositing him on a bar stool and heading in back to grab it. Whatever it is, it's small, because he doesn't seem to have anything as he emerges. Behind the bar he goes, more for show than because he's actually working.
Ling is drinking tonight, apparently, as there's a shot being shoved across the bar. And beneath it, not a coaster, but a card.
An ID card, in fact, and one that's far, far more authentic than the shitty one Ling has. It has holographs and everything, telling the world that Ling Yao is nearly six feet, has black eyes and brown hair, and is absolutely twenty-two years old.]