♞. ┊ The smile on his lips was charmingly dangerous in nature as he tilts his head up. “Yeah?” He croons, a hand extending to take the drink from the woman. He’s more than aware of the hand lingering on his shoulder and the way she batted her eyes at him in a more than suggestive manner. Shincho carried no desire to take her home and bare her body to himself, but that did not stop him from admiring her beauty.
His show, as always, was a success. He always got a positive feedback when he was on stage, spitting his rap lyrics like rapid fire. The words often flowed naturally from his lips, and his charisma was like a magnet that drew the crowd in. And a large majority of his growing fan base were, in fact, women.
Sipping at the drink the woman bought for him – it was too sweet, but hey, free booze was free booze – he allowed his hand to linger on her elbow now. Shincho loved stringing women along, letting them believe that they had a chance, and then leaving them out to dry.
However, movement from the corner of his eye caught his attention and he allows the grin on his lips to grow wider. He doesn’t even try and pretend like he was keeping his hand to himself. Instead, he shifts in his stool to face Tiffany, head cocking to the side. “Hey, jagiya,” he croons, earning an offended scoff from the woman who was just hitting on him, “I was looking for you.”