It had been a while since he had visited the bar last, being once again granted the ability to look like more of a man, it was easy to trick the bartenders into thinking he was of age. He smiled leaning over the bar, whispering into the girls ear seductively, ordering himself straight vodka. He sat back, fiddling with his phone. There wasn’t much to do this time of night, especially when he only had three contacts, his dad, Alek, and his ‘Boyfriend’ Dirk. He grunted shutting his found, mumbling to himself, I didn’t even agree to that.. He looked across the bar, examining the other men and women around him, trying to find someone to take home for the night as he came across a familiar, and extremely handsome face. The male had red locks brushed against his forehead and he couldn’t held but drool at the sight. He quickly gathered himself, walking over, his arm finding its way over his shoulder. ☼Hey sexy, I saw you staring at me. He smirked playfully, killing himself inside for using such an awful pickup line.
Everything was starting to look a little tilted. A little skewed. Maybe a little fruffled as well. If fruffled was a word… He thought he had heard it somewhere… It sounded like a word. Was that those chips? Alek downed another shot of whatever the hell he had ordered, the original burn of the liquid not even registering at this point. He had come here to forget. Strangely enough, he had succeeded. Unfortunately, he now had no idea what he had been trying to forget in the first place. Sure, that was his goal, but it left him a little disoriented.
When he felt an arm going around his shoulder, he looked up to find a slightly familiar face looking down at him. “Oh, I was?” he asked, not catching on at first. He was trying to figure out why this person seemed similar. He couldn’t place a name with the face, but he felt as though he should have been able to. He almost asked if they knew each other, but realized just in time that that would probably sound rude.
He gripped the shot the bartender had slid him and downed it quickly, barely effected by the strong alcohol whisking it’s way through his body, ☼Yeah, If you weren’t so sexy, I’d have a problem with it. He laughed obnoxiously, turnining the other around on his seat. ☼You know, you should come home with me. I bet I could make your night. My cars just out front. What do you say?
He grinned at the compliment, letting himself be spun around. Then he realized that was a bad idea. The bar spun before him for a moment before everything went back to normal. “Uh, I dunno…,” he started, blinking for a second as if he didn’t understand what the suggestion was. In reality, he did understand it, he just wasn’t sure what to say yet. Why did this person seem so familiar? Was he supposed to sleep with him?
He smirked his hand finding it’s way up to the others face, lightly cupping it in his hand, ☼You don’t know.. Or yes..? His hand slid down to the rim of his shirt as he pulled him up, their faces centimeters away from touching. ☼I really think you meant yes. Isn’t that right?
He leaned into the hand, still trying to figure out who the man was. “Can’t I at least have a name first?” he teased, surprised to find himself being pulled forward by his shirt. He had to admit the man was hot, and even his attitude was…bearable. He just wanted to know who he was though!