Gomji - under spoiler just in case for drug implications. i hope minwoo graduated from the dare program.
Casimir heard the rumors. Not that they were particularly intriguing to him -- a man of the night himself, he oft roamed the streets of his home city searching for clubs to sneak into, if he could not convince them to let him in by advantage of his family name. Minwoo, however... was stuck working at a coffee shop all night! Did anyone even go to cafes at this hour? Was it even safe to be wandering around, looking for a cuppa-joe?
Perhaps Casimir was feeling cocky. At five-foot-eleven, the barista almost towered over him, rugged and strewn with muscle lines all across his body. If there was any trouble, surely he would be a great help if Casimir's trusty shiv couldn't do the work. He really did look like a knight in shining armor.
Sitting with his back against the chair, his boots propped up on the table, Casimir more so studied his latte and the cute little bear drawn into the cream rather than drinking it. What a waste. It was going to get cold. But, then...
"No one here but us." he said to Minwoo, "What would just a sip hurt, huh?"
Casimir reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a flask, half-full of hard liquor. Of course he was determined to turn this lovely establishment into a shit-fuck-ass bar. He poured a splash of rum into his mug, and then looked at Minwoo with a cat-like smile and shook the flask. "I'd say it's ever better with the iced stuff." he continued on, "At this hour, I doubt a higher-up would just waltz in -- and just a drop won't hurt, will it? Splash your face with some cold water. 'Course, I've got a couple pick-me-ups in here, too. Aren't us artsy types supposed to be loose?"