Ahn-Bo followed Jin, mostly so he could admire the way he looked from the back without being noticed. As they entered an area of the club that was more brightly lit (and consequently, more populated), he realized they weren't far from the games tables. When they'd been younger, they'd frequently played card games together. Jin was a notorious cheater, and Ahn-Bo was particularly slow at catching on. There had been an abundance of good-natured shouting and cards tossed about.

Between the club's shifting layout and the rather distracting sense that he wanted to taste every person they passed (which was somewhat troubling, as it was incredibly specific and he had Jin-a right here with him—why would he have even bothered with anyone else?), he ultimately lead them to a smaller drinking station. Not once had he ever seen one in this area. It was easily explained away given the extra bodies the event had brought in, along with the enchanted hallways themselves. Whether it was deliberately placed there by the staff or the club itself had decided that was what they needed, he was more than willing to oblige. "Let's grab another drink," he suggested, feet already striding toward the bar in question. Perhaps he should tell Jin-a that he was feeling strange... though he didn't want to worry him nor ruin their chance to have fun. Not when the vampire seemed like it may have been growing on him...

The bartender didn't even ask which drink he wanted—they had taken one look and shoved another red cocktail in his hand. He took a drink and cheerfully faced his brother. "Do you–" His words died in his throat as his focus narrowed on the soft pulse in Jin-a's slender throat. It was just hiding just beneath his utterly attractive jawline. If he could just get closer, he knew it would be a delicious experience for the both of them... Ahn-Bo's pupils dilated at the thought. The question vanished as he simply enjoyed his beverage, content to admire the view.