It was out of character for Jin to be so restless. Ahn-Bo chuckled at his lack of patience. Though Ahn-Bo didn't necessarily have the appetite for the card game either—not with the simmering look he did his best to ignore. It made him want to pounce over the table and test just how divine Jin's collarbone tasted. The vampire was usually the one that curbed their flirtations in public. This was definitely not that. Maybe it was the alcohol. He was the brother that was notorious amongst the Jeongs for not being able to hold his liquor, after all. Ahn-Bo lacked self-control on a good day. Now here he was, three drinks into the evening, and his emergency brake was nonexistent.

"You can't look at me like that," he muttered as quietly as he could, hoping that only Jin would hear. Even if others did overhear, the words were innocent from a bystander's perspective. The craving beneath his skin had him shifting in his seat. Focus.

After a peek at the cards he'd been dealt, one dark brow lifted. With deliberate eye contact, he bluffed: "I propose that we keep our hands as is. Do you accept my proposal?" It was at this point that he was supposed to be watching his opponent closely for any signs of a tell—but instead he found himself fixated on the set of full lips before him.

Without shifting his focus, the glass was raised to his mouth once again. The glowing red substance splashed up somewhat, because that's what tended to happen when you weren't paying attention to what you were doing. The tip of his tongue darted out as he licked his lips, savored the flavor, and imagined that it was Jin's skin he tasted instead. Unaware that he had missed it, a tiny droplet of the crimson substance settled at the corner of his lips.