02-26-2026, 02:36 AM
Seven was already on his second drink and halfway through adopting a host. He was going to choose wisely and take his time in the process.
At present, a potential host who was technically listed as non-binary on the menu but presenting tonight in a sharp, cyberpunk aesthetic was with him, wearing a cropped jacket lined in electric blue LEDs and a pair of sleek black trousers threaded with glowing kanji that shifted every few seconds. Their eyeliner was precise enough to cut glass around sultry eyes. Seven approved immediately.
“You,” he had said, pointing with two fingers and a grin that bordered on indecent. “You look like you walked out of my favorite bad decision.”
They had laughed, which was a good sign. Now he occupied one of the modular couches near the wrestling ring, one leg slung casually over the other, an arm stretched along the backrest behind his chosen company as though they had been friends for years. His suit tonight was anything but subtle: deep plum velvet jacket with exaggerated shoulders, silk shirt in pearlescent white left scandalously open at the collar, layered silver chains catching every shift of neon. His hair was long around his ears, deliberately unbrushed. Rings flashed when he lifted his glass.
He matched the room. Or perhaps the room matched him.
At present, a potential host who was technically listed as non-binary on the menu but presenting tonight in a sharp, cyberpunk aesthetic was with him, wearing a cropped jacket lined in electric blue LEDs and a pair of sleek black trousers threaded with glowing kanji that shifted every few seconds. Their eyeliner was precise enough to cut glass around sultry eyes. Seven approved immediately.
“You,” he had said, pointing with two fingers and a grin that bordered on indecent. “You look like you walked out of my favorite bad decision.”
They had laughed, which was a good sign. Now he occupied one of the modular couches near the wrestling ring, one leg slung casually over the other, an arm stretched along the backrest behind his chosen company as though they had been friends for years. His suit tonight was anything but subtle: deep plum velvet jacket with exaggerated shoulders, silk shirt in pearlescent white left scandalously open at the collar, layered silver chains catching every shift of neon. His hair was long around his ears, deliberately unbrushed. Rings flashed when he lifted his glass.
He matched the room. Or perhaps the room matched him.