Like Flower Petals (Gerard Way FanFiction)

Lavender

My drunken mind didn't seem to find any flaws with my plan, I'd go up to the attractive stranger, make simple conversation, and, well, if I did anything stupid, I probably wouldn't remember it.

I stumbled over to where the man was sitting, and sat clumsily on the unoccupied stool next to him. I rested my heavy head on my hand, and looked at the shaggy haired man. If he had noticed me he had yet to acknowledge me. I could just make out the shadow of high cheekbones, and small, full lips. I decided to make my presence known. 

"Yo yo yo whats boppin'?" As someone who was never very good at first impressions, this seemed like an 'cool' way to address someone. I watched him intently, as he raised his head for a brief moment to look at me, then back at his drink.

"Leave me alone," He growled. The sober Kendra would've left, hell, the sober Kendra wouldn't have never even be near this man, but this wasn't sober Kendra, actually this person wasn't any form of Kendra. 

I lifted my head from my hand,and took a hard look at the man. I tilted my head to the side, and squinted my eyes, as if that would help me decipher him. "Are you here alone?" I asked, still intently staring. My body was dangerously hanging off the stool, but I could only focus on the man.

"Yes," he hissed, waving over a bartender to pour him another shot. He had yet to make eye contact with me. He hung his head as the almost naked bartender walked over and poured him a drink. Her nails were a deep shade of red, and she was chewing a large wad of gum. There was a brief exchange as the man took the drink from her, and the woman took the money from him.

"Why?"

"Why what?" He asked, grumbling.

"Why are you here alone?"

"Who would want to come to a bar with someone like me?" 

"And whats so bad about you?" I asked, leaning towards him as to examine him further. He intrigued me, and I didn't even know his name.

He turned to face me, his eyes widening when he realized how close I was, but he didn't back away, and neither did I. "I don't know when to stop."

"When or how?" 

"Both, I guess," I felt his eyes search my face, and I could feel my cheeks heat up. 

"What's your name?" I asked my curiosity desperate for some details. 

"Gerard. Yours?" 

"Kendra." 

He nodded like he already knew it, his eyes never leaving mine. His breath smelt like cigarettes and alcohol and something else I couldn't quite detect. I leaned in a bit closer, so our faces were only mere centimeters apart. I still couldn't tell what the third scent on his breath was, and I couldn't stand not knowing. 

Gerard, as far as I could tell, was content with the lack of space between us. His breathing was steady, and he seemed calm. I searched his face once more before whispering, "Nice to meet you Gerard."

He laughed softly and whispered back, "Its a pleasure to meet you too, Miss. Kendra." He leaned in and closed the gap, our mouths lightly brushing on each other's.

The third scent? It was sadness.