"Hey, brother. What are you doing, sitting here alone like a loser?" Yukio slurred, draping himself over Yuliang's back and almost causing him to spill his drink.
"What do you mean alone? Can't you see I'm having a conversation with Jorey here?" Yuliang drawled, gesturing with his glass to the man behind the bar, spilling some of his drink all over the clean counter while at it.
"It's Jeremy, actually," the bartender corrected, swiftly cleaning up the mess before Yuliang could place his glass back down on the counter again and soak his sleeves.
Yuling scoffed, "Yeah, that's what I said. What are you even doing here, Yu-yu? Go back to your f-fucking friends. Fuck buddies?" His face scrunched up as he unsuccessfully tried to make sense of his own words. He huffed and waved his glass again, spilling more of it on the counter. "You know what I mean!"
Yukio giggled, sprawling onto the stool beside him after some effort. "You haven't called me Yu-yu since we were kids, brother. You're so drunk!" he said, sounding absolutely delighted.
Yuliang shook his head vehemently, his body swaying with him and sloshing his drink over the counter even more. "Nuh-uh. You're drunk! Now go away. I don't have time to play with you, can't you see I'm busy?"
Yukio pouted, "You never have time to play with me anymore, brother. No fair!"
Yuliang released an exasperated sigh before directing his attention back to the bartender, who had once more cleaned up Yuliang's mess without anyone noticing. "Joey, give my brother some juice, please. Or water. He's clearly had a- had a bit too much to drink."
"Well, if I'm drunk, then you're drunker than me!" Yukio declared with a smug grin.
Yuliang gasped, outraged. "Nuh-uh! You take that back!"
Any potential argument was broken by the sound of a laugh from behind them, drawing the brother's attention away from each other.
"There's no way those bitches aren't omegas, bro, but I'm a nice guy, so if you want to check, you can after I've had a go at them."
It was said out loud as if to get their attention deliberately.
As always, Yuliang took the bait.
He whipped his head around, amber eyes narrowed in a furious glare for the source of it and landed on a group of five men over at the pool table leering at them.
"Oh shit, I think they heard you," one of them muttered, nudging his friend, who continued to eye them brazenly.
Yuliang hopped off his seat. "Oi, dickhead. Are you looking for a fight or something?"
"Brother, no," Yukio pleaded, immediately grabbing his arm in a vice-like grip to prevent Yuliang from walking any further.
Not even considering his threat seriously, men laughed.
"Yeah, I'm looking for a fight, sweetheart. Something more fun than the kind you're currently thinking of, though." the brazen man said, handing his pool cue to a buddy and walking towards them.
"Oh," Yukio quietly whimpered, loosening the grip on his brother's arm as the man approached closer. Whether out of fear or arousal, it was impossible to say with Yukio, but Yuliang took the opportunity to pull away from the slackened grip.
Yuliang tackled the man to the ground instantly and followed it up with a hard punch across the face that ended in a satisfying crunch.