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[Video; un: ImTayBitch

[Tay's wearing a silver chain necklace, a pretty silk robe that's been left open, has a couple rings on his fingers, and he's holding a coffee mug. If anyone recognizes it, the background is Gaura and Henry's dining room. He gives the screen a warm smile and speaks in a gentle tone.]

Alright ladies and gentlemen, my name is Tay. I'm new here and I need to know the essentials!

I need to know where the party scene is. What clubs do you recommend? Where has the best drinks and music? If you'd rather show me, even better. I promise you, I can keep up.

Also, anyone know where I can get some more modern clothes?

Whatever you can tell me, I'd be most grateful. Thank you and I hope you all have a lovely day.

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[An eyeroll. But he does try and relax. One drink isn’t going to cut it.]

So what do you think I can tell you that the scientist people here haven’t already? What they said is true about the kizuna magic. You’ve seen it yourself with your.. .roommates?

[He really has to be careful. This guy has an aire about him that is so similar to his ex. He realizes belatedly he’s not fucking prepared.]

Come on, Wanyin. A bar is a place you don't think about how fucked up this world is and how we're stuck here. This is about forgetting the stress and enjoying the present.

Hey! Bartender! My friend needs a shot too. Something that will help him relax.

[He grins when he sees the bartender nod and turns his focus back to Wanyin.]

Alright, here's an idea. We have this game back home called 'Truth or Dare'. Teenagers play it, but I think you could use some whimsy in your life. You either ask me a question that I have to be honest about or give me something silly or funny to do just to see if I'll do it. Want me to ask you first?

[ Gives Tay a look. What the hell kind of game... ]

Sure. Fine. Ask away.

[ The shot, whatever it is, was strong and burning. But he wasn't going to lose face over it and stubbornly swallows it down in one go, coughing only once. ]

[His goal for tonight is to get this guy to laugh even once. He loves a good challenge.

Tay feels a small victory just in Wanyin giving in to play the game. There's also a smug little look on his face when the grumpy man takes the shot. Good boy!]

Truth or dare, Wanyin?

[Their drinks get set down in front of them and he says a quick thanks to the bartender.]

Truth.

[It's better to figure out how vicious this guy could be before he does a dare. ]

[Tay takes a sip from his drink. He blinks and there's a slight frown on his face. There's a flavor in there he doesn't quite recognize. He is in a new world though so maybe it's a difference in the liquor itself?

He shrugs and pushes the worry away. His appearance completely relaxed still and content. Though his instincts hold on to it in the back of his mind. Was something amiss?]

Why don't you like being called 'handsome'? Are you unaware of how attractive you are?

[There's a pert frown on his face. Taking the next cocktail in hand, he sips it, cautious after the burning shot. He doesn't know how the cocktail should taste so the heat and sweetness is fine to him. ]

It's a pet name. For people who know each other intimately.

[ Why does he feel like he's teaching Jingyi or Sizhui? ]

I know that people in the future are... more relaxed in their words, but where I'm from, wording is everything. If you don't know someone well, you speak respectfully to them. And I do not have people calling me 'ge' just because I'm attractive.

[ He knows he has his mother's looks. He doesn't bring attention to it. ]

[He considers that a moment and takes another sip. It's herbaceous in a way he's not expecting. The bartender must have been confused with their last drink, which did have mint in it. At least the taste isn't unpleasant.]

So you see me calling you something like that as disrespectful? But you feel it's okay to imply that I'm a prostitute? That's not very respectful either, is it?

[... Tay was right. Considering it a moment later, he stands, perfectly up and performs a perfect salute, his eyes lowered. The Zidian is on his right index finger, but there's no chain and bracelet.]

I apologize.

[ He's a sect leader first, asshole second, apparently. ]

Wait! I-

[Tay's on his feet and reaching out to touch Wanyin's arm. He blinks when instead of the other man storming off, he's bowing to Tay.]

Oh.. uh, thank you. I'm sorry as well. I wasn't intending to be insulting.

[He smiles and waves to their seats.]

If you're willing to stay, you can give me one of each, a truth and a dare since I've actually asked you a couple questions.

[ Settling back down with drink in hand, he has to hide a small smirk that he had worried the other. ]

I have no idea what to ask, much less dare you with something.

[Were it his brother? That's another story entirely. ]

[Tay pouts a little at that.]

Really? You aren't even the slightest curious about who I am or what I do or where I've been? You sure know how to make a boy feel special.

[ He thinks. ]

What do you use to fight with?

[He can spot a fighter, Tay. He just knows that you don't seem to be the punching and kicking type.]

[That puts Tay on the backfoot for a moment, but then his smile eases back and he relaxes again.]

Now there's a question I wasn't expecting. What makes you think I have any idea how to fight?

[This might not be good.]

All gentry have some form of martial competence.

[He's not only pretty, but he also can spot a fighter. Smarts anywhere else? debatable.]

You're not a commoner and I don't need to come from the future to know that.

[He knows arrogance, too.]

[Tay watches Wanyin for a moment. He's honestly impressed at this guy's observation skills. He hadn't given him enough credit originally. Still, it's part of the game and he wants more info out of Grumpy Gus, so he has to play ball.]

I have been taught some martial arts, but I wouldn't say I have any talent there. It's a requirement though, like you said, in my family. However, I'm decent at handguns and I'm an expert with..

[He gestures to his smile.]

Charm. It's much better than getting my hands dirty.

[He's also totally lying. He's not 'decent' with handguns. He's quite good at them, but that's a minor fib, right?]

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[ Look, politically, he made himself an expert in reading people like this. He had the talent when he was young and only time made it better. Romantically reading people? Dumber than shit. But he snorts at the mention of charm. ]

Yes, that sounds like someone else I know.

So explain these hand guns. They're projectiles? But not a bow and arrow?

[That was a laugh! That was totally a laugh! Tay wins, as always!]

Ah, ah, ah! That's not the game. However, since you're new at this, I'll take it as my dare.

[Whew, it's starting to get a bit hot in here. Absent-mindedly, he tugs a little at his collar.]

Alright, so a gun. Yes, it's a projectile. There are two main types. You have your large ones and you have your hand guns. The larger ones usually require two hands and are bulkier. The benefit, of course, is that the bullets which are what come out of them, the 'arrow' if you will, goes further and has what's called a higher caliber. That just means it hits harder.

A handgun is smaller and their caliber is less but you only need one hand and they're faster. One shot can still easily kill a person. With me so far?

[His eyes might have glazed over with that explanation. Probably more because the timber of Tay's voice was alluring. He was just drawn to it. He wondered if his short hair was really that fluffy when you touched it. The alcohol must be doing a number on him-he's so hot already in this place! ]

... No.

I mean... nope. Bigger weapons mean bigger damage. Smaller weapons are smaller damage but work faster.

[Tay laughs when he noticing the look on Wanyin's face. He feels a few beads of sweat and is quick to wipe them away before it looks unseemly. If only he had a fan or something..]

I'm sorry. I'm not doing a good job with this. Let me try again, hm? Actually it'll be easier if I show you.

[It's busier now so it's takes more effort to get the bartender's attention. After requesting the items he also asks for some cold water. The bartender doesn't seem all that interested in fetching their drink he can't charge for, so Tay just turns his attention on the drawing.]

Here's kind of a general look of a pistol. The bullets are stored inside here and there are mechanics inside that create a tiny explosion. It launches the bullet out through this long piece called the barrel. So um.. if you think of maybe a crossbow- do you have those?- it might be at least a little similar?

[ Still drawing a blank. But he has to lean in closer to look at the drawing and... fuck, what if this was a reincarnation of Huaisang? He wouldn't put it past the gods that fate twisted like that. He even draws, too! ]

No. We have fireworks, if you mean explosions. So you set off a tiny firework to send the stone-bullet, out?

Yeah, kind of. The substance in fireworks that make them erupt like they do is called gun powder. Guns use the same thing.

[Just for fun, he draws a little stick figure with his tongue sticking out and x's for eyes after getting 'shot' by the gun.]

Have you ever seen or heard of these being sold here?

[He's really starting to feel uncomfortable. Was there something in their drink after all? He forgets he asked such a vital question and interrupts whatever Wanyin might have been saying.]

Would you be up for some fresh air?

[He gets to his feet and has to quickly catch hold of Wanyin's arm to keep himself from losing his balance.

He's only had two drinks. Well, okay, more like four or five if he counts the ones from before he got to the bar but still..]

[Gun powder to him was the black powder he knew. He didn't know how to mix it up, but he knew how dangerous it could be. ]

No- My--

[Blinking, he tries to catch up with the sudden change of topic. Tay stumbles, grabs Cheng's arm and he can feel through the fabric of his own shirt, the heat radiating off the man. It was almost as if...
Oh.
Oh no. ]

Hey! There uki in these drinks?

[ He's not letting go of Tay. You know, to protect him. It's not like there's a flare of heat bursting in his body or anything. Scowling, he pounds the bar. ]

I'm talking to you!

[The bartender waves as if Cheng wasn't being annoying but there's a smirk on the man's face. Cheng growls low.]

Fuck. Let's go. You need to go home.

Uki? What's that?

[He hears the angry words and the growl- which, why is that such a turn on?- but it's not making the most sense. His mind is too busy racing through all of tactics he was taught if he found himself drugged. Sadly, there aren't many since most tactics involve avoiding getting drugged. How had he screwed up so bad?

He turns to say something to Wanyin, but instead he hooks an arm around the tall man's neck to draw him closer. He kisses the hot Grumpy Cat and presses up against him.]

[No opportunity to answer that question as his mouth’s assaulted. And Cheng doesn’t resist. The drug’s in his system too and having a warm, willing body pressed up against him is almost too much. He doesn’t even think about breathing until his lungs are burning and his hands have been filled with one ass cheek each.]

Shiiit

[They’re in trouble. Big trouble. And now Cheng-who knows what the fuck is going on- has to navigate them out of here.]

Turn around and start walking. [He’s hissing in Tay’s ear, trying desperately not to start stripping the man down. And he has to figure out who’s home is closer or… something. He doesn’t know what.]

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