Bad Boy And The Emo Fall In-Love (remake)

Chapter 9

Zane steps down the clean and shiny black stairs, one by one, till he finally reach the 24th. Everyone can see him, he can see everyone, his anxiety grows. His eyes fixated on the bar.

He takes a deep breath, then the 25th step onto the floor. He snakes around the edge, not cutting through the crowd. He wants as minimum attention as possible. Finally, he reached the bar, sitting a seat away from his normal. John mixing a drink 4 seats away, they make eye contact and he nods his head once. He puts back on his pretty little fake smile and finishes the lady's drink. She's wrapped in what appears to be animal fur, in her 50s, and sitting with a man and woman. Her feet are kicked up in the woman, holding her hand, also leaning back onto the man, his arm wrapped around her. Her free hand slowly turning the drink in her hand as she grins.

"What's the occasion?" He says in a calm voice ever.

"Can't I visit when I want?"

"And the family said it was okay for you to come?"

"They don't know, never know, can't know. I'm just here for stress."

"Okay, what ya want?"

The teen sighs, combing his hand through his overgrown mane. He looks back over to the probably polyamory couple.

"I want what the girl in the middle 's havin,"

"Okay, but there's a lot of alcohol in that one," the buffer man raises an eyebrow. "I'm not letting you go over this time."

"Don't care."

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"Hello there," a man with orange died hair sits next to Zane. Zane notes that the man looks to be in his early twenties. "Mind if I sit?"

Zane breaths, reminding himself it's been months since he left. The chances anyone found him are slim.

"Have at it," Zane looks over, and in the flashing lights he can see the man has a small gentle smile on his face.

"How are you doing tonight?

Zane nods and continued the conversation with the stranger. The man, who's name is Steven, didn't seem to have ill intentions, and seemed like a kind man. So, even when John silently protested, Zane used a private booth to continue talking with the guy.

Zane learned Steven was a college student, practicing law, so Zane lied and said he dropped out of college the first year and perused music instead. They talked for an hour, both stopped drinking to continue the conversation. Zane never met a person like this at the bar. They all care about hook ups and getting drunk, but he liked this one. If this man named Steve really was just looking for a hookup, Zane would definitely think about it but say no. The man was good looking, lean and tall, brown wavy hair that was combed over to the right. A button up tucked into suit pants, it looked like the man got out of work. Far from Zane's type, but he would be satisfied with this Steve character. 

"You aren't planning on driving home, are ya?"

"My friend works here, they take me after shift. I figure you aren't either, especially being a law student?"

The man grinned, "No, no I'm not. I've got to say, it was wonderful meeting you, but I really have to go. Do you have a number I can contact you with?"

Zane smirks, "i think that's something you'll have to earn."

"How will I ever do that?"

"For starters, I'm here every other day, you're bound to find me again. And, from then, we'll see. I don't just hand out for anyone; I ain't no trashy pickup," Zane winks at the slightly older male. "Upstairs, this time of night."