JV y2k Bar/Club AU 🍸✨
Set in the early 00s after Viktor moves to Chicago, where he meets Jayce— a bartender at the Last Drop🩸
His Jayce: @JayceTequila
MDNI 🔞
CWs:
Age Gap
Mental Health Issues/C-PTSD
Alcohol/Substance abuse
NSFW content
Use of slurs/dated views
Dubcon
@stickerfox And there’s going to be overlap w/ JV rps for sure, don’t get me wrong. I don’t want to assume that ours is big enough for people to decide to rip from. It’s possible it’s coincidence. But it’s been a little frustrating!
//wanted to come and say yes this plot point is still happening— no I haven’t updated it yet! But I will
Sorry about the wait + thank you for enjoying our little sideplots/fun interactions in the meantime.
…hm. He says there’s a guest speaker at the staff meeting tomorrow? And that he has a big announcement to make. Should I be worried?
He didn’t tell me much when we talked at the Last Drop a few days ago :(
@stickerfox Lately it’s been people kind of ripping concepts/ideas/etc.
We’re by no means a big rp, but we’re having fun and it can be kind of disheartening when we take the time to come up with an original idea/storyline/etc only to see it rehashed?
There’s been a little rumbling in the roleplay community as of late, and it’s made it a bit difficult to be motivated at times. But overall, I know creativity, originality, and quality will persist above all :) <3
@JayceTequila Viktor shrieks his surprise, smacking lightly at Jayce’s back and struggling to escape his ironclad grip. “Put me down, you big lug,” he laughs. Though, he’s not actually trying very hard to fight his way out of that hold.
Viktor’s lips part in a soft gasp, making it much easier for tongue to slip past his lips again. To taste the ice cream, or so they’ve used as their present ruse. A perfect excuse to kiss, he supposes.
@bytemeviki Jayce grunted, hands slamming down on the table so he could support himself from falling against Viktor.
Once he’d oriented himself, he grabbed the back of Viktor’s neck with a muffled groan, pulling him as close as the table would let him.
@JayceTequila “I don’t know how you intend to catch me and haul me over your shoulder if you’re so much of a “silver fox.” You’d probably throw out your back,” He replies, giggles trailing off as Jayce invades his personal space. The intrusion isn’t unwelcome, just makes him fluster.
@JayceTequila Viktor scoffs and rolls his eyes, “Tch, you’ll do no such thing.”
He feels himself shake with the motion, a taught rope finally easing as he bursts into laughter. “You have a few grays, but nothing crazy yet. What, afraid you’re getting too old already?”
@JayceTequila Viktor intertwines their arms, and sighs in audible relief as the pressure is lifted off of his leg. The pain seems to ease some this way. If he notices the way his joints creak and thrum with every movement, he doesn’t say anything.
@JayceTequila Frustration builds within him, impossibly sharp— like a barb. “I’m perfectly capable enough to make my own decisions on what I can and can’t handle, Jayce.”
@JayceTequila Sure, it was a little worse because he preferred to walk and take the trains around the city, and had been foregoing his cane more often than he should. But he would live, and manage as he always had.