Cupid/Sleepy head

Don't do drugs.

The night was young, people of all ages walking about the rather busy party side of town. All known families out cold. Sleepyhead looked up from his cellphone as he stood outside of one of the most popular bars with fake ID in hand. He grunted and flipped his phone closed and shoved it into the pocket of his skinny jeans- Idly chewing on the inside stud to his Monroe piercing.
Once he reached the door he pulled the ID out and smiled sweetly at the burly bouncer, those wide black eyes shimmering. "..Go on in kid." Sleepy smiled and took his ID back and made his way into the dimly lit bar- music blasting loudly and people dancing like madmen. With a groan he pulled his ringing cell out and pressed down the power button, slipping it into his messager bag and sat himself onto a bar stool. Rounded ears twitched above soft, pale blond hair, coon stripes covering only one side of his bangs, his torso covered by a printed wife-beater- black and covered in multicolored peace signs. He hummed softly and looked around, noticing that not that many people were at said bar- rather dancing to the rhythmic music. "... Hrm.." Sleepyhead grabbed a handful of salted nuts from the small dish on the bar and chewed them as he watched people.

He turned on a blender -- It couldn't be heard over the roar of the techno and the people. There was a beat pulsing through the whole building, it sort of shook, and the bodies jumped or grinded to it. The ice spun, jumped, and whirled against the blades that cut it up, imitating the frantic dancing of the people within the bar. Then, it stopped. A green mixture was added in, and the ice's dance began again. The black shiba watched with tired eyes, brushing soft pink bangs from his forehead. Again, he tried to dye his hair -- It didn't work. That pink color was so stubborn. The blue tinge stayed, making it look purple in this light, but by tomorrow it'd be gone.
Pouring the icy, slushy mixture into several upside-down pyramid shaped glasses, sliding them down the smooth, sleek surface of the bar. He wiggled his hips along to the beat of the music, attempting to stay awake with exercise. It seemed to work for now.
Leaning over the edge of the dark red bar, he took the orders of a few more people, kissing the cheeks of those he was familiar with.
"Have fun, Ally!" He waved to a friend, sighing and leaning back once the bar cleared, pulling his hair up into it's ponytail.

Sleepy watched as the blades of the blender chopped up the ice before they slowly moved to rest on the owner of the fingers that pressed the buttons. He couldn't help but laugh at the others hair. "Tender!" He yelled, thinking the guy looked decent enough to talk to before the urge to dance settled in. He watched how Cupid acted around the people he knew, kissing them and laughing and such.. He had to say- the other was attractive.. unlike his own overly skin, short body. The only thing he had going for himself was his slightly wide hips and not so thin legs. He waited for Cupid to come over to him, smiling. "Hey.. Um.. I'll have some orange juice.." He folded his hands and rested his chin on them, elbows up on the counter.

Raising a brow, the black shiba smiled and let out a chuckle. "Orange ... Juice?" He said after a pause, smiling even wider, his canine fangs glinting in the blacklight. "Oho ... 'Orange Juice'." He said slyly, winking at the blonde, turning around and reaching into the black refrigerator. 'Orange Juice', as it was called, was the nickname for a vodka mixed with some sort of fizzy orange soda, with a hint of real orange squirted into it. Now, the shiba didn't have any fresh fruit laying around, so the kid would have to live with the soda-vodka mix. How old was he, anyways?
The bartender peered over his shoulder at the smaller, skinnier boy. 16? 15? He felt like a cradle robber if he said anything nice or suggestive towards him. But, he couldn't help himself. Looking at himself in the mirror that ran the length of the wall behind the bar, he adjusted his hair and his clothing. His nametag read 'Cupid'. It wasn't really his name, but it might as well of been -- No one knew his real name.
"Orange juice, right here," The shiba slid the drink over to the boy. "Are you sure you're old enough to drink that?"

Sleepyhead sniffed the contents of the glass and blinked a bit before looking up at Cupid with a sly smile. "Pft.. I am.." He pressed the rim of the glass to his lips and took a sip- eyes closing tightly as it tingled against his tongue. "Whoa.. That's strong stuff you have there." He set the cup down and wiped his mouth off. "So-" He paused and leaned over to look at the name tag. "Cupid- Cute name.." He held his hand up. "I'm Sleepyhead.. but you can call me Sleepy." He smiled, monkey like tail twitching back and forth behind him.

"I doubt that," Cupid said, turning his back temporarily to Sleepyhead mixing up a bright pink drink for a repeat customer who was rather sloshed. He placed the drink down on the bar, and turned back to the monkey boy as he spoke to him.
"Cupid? Uh, yeah. Thanks, Sleepy." He grinned at the kid, still unsure. He was small, skinny, and had a baby face. He definitely was, at least, 15. But Sleepyhead was charming, and it was hard to resist 'cradle robbing'. Cupid leaned over the bar, curled tail wagging slightly, in sync with the monkey tail.
"What are you doing at a place like this? Shouldn't you be home, studying or playing video games or something?" He asked, raising his brows. "Do your parents know where you are?"