"Ahh, it's alright. Don't sweat it. They're newbies. Just make sure they don't fuck it up."
Jin said, lazily waving a hand like a spoiled emperor granting clemency to peasants.
The owner nodded so fast he looked like his head might pop off, then scurried inside to prepare their feast.
"Brother, let's cut loose tonight."
Jin grinned, jabbing Artis in the side as they strutted toward his usual spot in the back of the room.
On either arm, Jin had a woman—no, scratch that, bombshells.
These weren't just any tavern courtesans; these were the crème de la crème, the ones with curves so deadly they should've come with warning signs.
And in true Jin fashion, he had the hottest pair in the place clinging to him like he was their ticket to paradise.
For them, he probably was. Catching Jin's eye was like winning the fucking lottery.
