Canon: Remove if not applicable.The sound of the music was almost deafeningly loud, the people in the club too drunk and intimate for his taste. They were in public - more or less. But he was there for a reason, and he wasn't going to leave until he was done with his business.
He was bi, and one among very few open about not being straight at the station, so infiltrating a gay bar wasn't really the problem. It was the fact that he wasn't used to clubbing, when all his colleagues his age apparently were. He had never seen any reason to go, though. His goal in life wasn't to get laid as much as he could, it was to help people. Which was what he was supposed to be able to do.
But he was nervous, it was his first time going undercover, just as much as it was his first time going to a club. For the time being, he had, a bit awkwardly, due to first time jitters, retreated to a corner of the bar, even if he had been pulled onto the floor to dance for a few songs. Now he was just watching, a bit calmer than when he first arrived, but careful not to get drunk. He could drink a lot without getting drunk, but he none the less didn't want to risk it. He was observing the floor, the bar, the doors to the toilets, and the corners, looking for any sign of proof of the drug deals that they had been tipped off about.
Arms wrapped around him and a body was suddenly pressed against him. A very warm body, accompanying a flushed face and haphazardly done-up red hair. Mu blinked and looked down in surprise. He didn't in particular mind physical affection, but he preferred if it wasn't initiated so unexpectedly, at least not by strangers. He put aside his drink, then hooked his thumbs into the man's belt loops, and pulled him away a bit. The man was attractive, but he looked awfully young to be in a club like this, it was supposed to have an age limit at 20. "How old are you?" he asked, and the boy, clearly drunk, frowned. He looked a little older, that way. "Are you a cop?" he asked, hands clutching and unclutching Mu's t-shirt with his hands. Mu raised an eyebrow at the question. He couldn't deny it (he didn’t like to lie - which only made this job harder) but he wasn't supposed to confirm it. "I'm merely concerned." he said instead, and the boy's frown deepened even more. As Mu refused to look away, and was scowling in concern at him, the boy finally averted his gaze, cheeks going even more flushed than before. "......17..." he murmured, so low that Mu wouldn't have heard him under the loud music if not for his sharp hearing. "Then you should go back home, okay?" The boy turned obstinate eyes at him. "You sound like an old person," he muttered, and it was even clearer that he was drunk; he seemed like he was actually an intelligent teenager, but his choice of words leaned a bit to the opposite at the moment. "I just wanted to try, and came with my friends..." Mu sighed. "Older friends?" at least he hoped so. He knew not many cared about underage drinking, but he didn't want kids to get in trouble for breaking a law, even if it was a law no one gave a shit about. The boy nodded. "...Mostly." He glanced toward the sea of people. "But I lost them." He then leaned forward, tipping into Mu's shoulder face first. "You smell nice," he said, pulling at Mu's shirt a little. "What're you wearing?"
Surprised, Mu just blinked, as the teenager buried his face deeper against him. So drunk… he thought, as he answered, "I'm... not really wearing anything.." He didn't sweat a lot, and had been told before that he didn't need to use anything. Well, mostly by the people he had dated. And his more fashion oriented siblings. The teenager turned surprised eyes up at him. "So this is what you really smell like?" he asked. "It's calming." Which it apparently was, because the blush on the boy's face was cooling down, as he closed his eyes and leaned heavily against him. For a moment, Mu almost thought that he had fallen asleep, and he continued to support him, so he wouldn't fall to the floor. He let his gaze sweep across the perimeters again, and thought he might have caught sight of something significant on the floor, but it was gone as soon as it appeared. Which was when he felt hands sneak up under his shirt and across his skin. "He-hey!" He pulled the boy away again, and was met with a disgruntled expression. "What?" the boy asked, clearly very displeased over being stopped from touching Mu's skin. His arms fell limply to his side. "Consent age is 13," he said, "and I'm old enough to have sex with adults." Mu sputtered. Of course, he knew about the various age limits concerning sex, he knew that it was perfectly alright for adults to sleep with teenagers if they were 17 or older. But that wasn't it. "You're drunk, you're still a kid, and you shouldn't be here," he said, close to starting a tirade of scolding. "You need to go home."
The boy shook his head. "I don't want to go home," he muttered sullenly. "Can I crash with you?" Mu cursed inwardly. Has no one told him not to ask someone he just met something like that? Or did he simply not care in his drunken state? "I really advise against going home with a stranger," he objected, making the boy scrunch his face up in another frown. "Besides, you came here with friends, right? You should go home with one of them." A guilty expression passed briefly over the boy's face. "I, ah.. lied. They're not lost, they left.." So irresponsible...! They shouldn't just leave an underage kid alone in a club. Mu really wanted to scold them about it. He sighed, again. "And why don't you want to go home?" he asked. The boy was silent for a few moments. "Too many loud sisters, and... I don't want to see my fiancee." Mu tilted his head. "Your fiancee?" The boy nodded. "Omiai," he muttered, clearly displeased over having to take part in an arranged marriage. "I don't know her name, I don't know her face, I'm supposed to meet her tomorrow." And under his breath, he continued, "this wouldn't happen if mother was still alive..." and Mu was a little taken aback.
He didn't comment on it, though, instead deciding to make sure the kid at least didn't get stuck there or ended up going home with some shifty character. "Hey, kid, do you have a phone?" The boy nodded. "But it's locked." Mu couldn't stop another sigh from coming out. "Yes, of course. Do you have any numbers to call so someone can come and pick you up?" He shook his head. "Don't want to go home," he told him once more, and Mu rubbed the bridge of his nose. This was hard....
"Look, kid, I'll let you borrow my couch for the night, but after that, you're going home." He really shouldn't let him stay with him, but if he didn't come with him, he would just end up at someone else's place, and this guy, as drunk as he was, clearly had no sense of do's and don't's at the moment, so it could go very badly if Mu just left him. The boy shook his head. "I'm borrowing the couch but I'm not going home," he said firmly. Mu sighed. "Let's discuss that later. Sit down and sober up. I have a call to make." The boy eyed him suspiciously. "I'm not going to search for your parents' number," he assured him. If the boy continued to refuse to tell him though, Mu might look into it. The kid shouldn't be out running around late like this.
After some more moments of suspicious staring, the boy sat down and asked for a glass of water. Keeping an eye on him, and another on the rest of the area as good as he could, Mu retreated toward an unoccupied area and called the station house to inform them of what he had seen. Thankfully, they told him to go back home for the night and return to the station for a proper follow-up, which meant that he could make sure the boy left the club safely and got some proper sleep.