Deep, Dark, Horrible, Beautiful

Meeting Her

I don't want to be here. Why did I let myself be dragged into this?

These were the thoughts of Alexander Luble as he sat at the bar in a club that to him was much to noisy. Lights were flashing crazily and were in all honesty giving him a headache.

From his spot he could clearly see his two best friends Hector and Henry.

The brothers were dancing next to two girls who to Alexander were not the good type. They were scantly dressed in little more than a well placed napkin or two.

But he could tell his friends were having fun. The girls were pressing their body's against them and batting their eyelashes in a way that made it so their fake eyelashes beat against their cheeks.

Disgusted at the sight he quickly turned back to the bar. He then had to catch himself as he almost fell out of his chair. The bartender gave him a strange look to which he gave a grimace of a smile.

Could I please get a bottle of water? His British accent heavy.

His head was starting to pound and it felt like it was going to explode.

Sure. Said the bartender in a gruff weathered voice.

Taking a closer look at the man Alexander could tell he would not want to cross this man in a dark alley. At leased 6' 6" the man seamed to be ripping his shirt at the seams.

From that moment on Alex decided he would be on his absolute best behavior. Even with the major headache that now felt like a wild animal was trying to claw its way from his head.

The bartender placed the bottle of water in front of him and apparently seeing the look of pain on his face said with surprising gentleness. Are you alright there bud?

Alex placed his hand to his forehead and rubbed small circles with his fingers. Ya. He replied. I think I just need to rehydrate.

The man nodded in understanding.

Then Alex said. Hey. If those two over there, he pointed at Henry and Hector, come looking for me can you please tell them I headed to the loo?

When the man gave him a strange look he then proceeded to correct himself and said, the bathroom?

The great man then nodded with a small smile and shooed him off the the bathroom.

As he stumbled through the crowded room the floor beneath him started to spin and he just nearly didn't make it. He then slammed into the swinging door and stumbled into the bathroom.

He staggered over to the sinks. Gripping white knuckled onto the nearest sink he looked at his reflection. He was quite good looking. He had black hair that was styled into the perfect "I just got out of bed" look, his eyes were quite strange, they were a shade of silver that you almost never saw. They were bright, like two molten pools that swirled with hidden secrets. He then moved onto his cheeks were a small shadow of a beard was growing. He had nice full lips yet they weren't overly full. They were a perfect in between .

His face scrunched up and he was sent stumbling to the floor. His decently well built 6' frame went falling to the floor.

How humiliating. He thought in despair. At least no one else is hear.

At that he breathed a sigh of relief.

He laid there for a few moments regaining some strength before gradually pulling himself across the small bathroom floor, that was really quite filthy, and propping himself against the wall.

That's when everything started spiraling even more out of control. The sound of the door being opened sent his heart racing.

He knew he was in a bad spot and he knew he couldn't fight off anyone if they decided to rob him.