Chan glanced back over at the figure, watched him down a shot. His profile was so familiar to Chan, but then of course it would be. The disguise the man wore—hat, hoodie, mask, the same as Chan—would have worked against anyone else, anyone who hadn't spent years living together, sweating together, literally in each other's pocket on the daily. Yes, Chan relented, it was an okay disguise, for anyone other than him.
AKA The Anonymous Club Sex Fic no one asked for.
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03 Jun 2020