Inked Desires

Chapter 6

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I walked into the pub and stopped in my tracks to scan it for my friend. Then I noticed him. He was there with two of his friends, in all of his glorious splendor. They were all very attractive, but he was just illegal: tall, tattooed, sexy as fuck, in those black ripped jeans and black leather jacket he was wearing without a shirt underneath, all of his chest and abs tattoos exposed for my hungry eyes, and he was...drunk. Like a demon drunk. He was acting so wild that it appeared he had no idea what he was doing. He was standing near the black leather sofa where his two friends were sitting, balancing his body to the rhythm of the track, which sounded like a Medieval trap or something, but never moving from where he was, only smirking with his tongue out and his eyes on the floor. I'd never seen him smile before, and he seemed to be having a good time with his friends. He was devilishly hot and I couldn't help but drool over him. He didn't notice me so I ignored the knot in my stomach and scanned the pub again before going over to the bar where Nicole was drinking her beer.

"Finally! I thought you had changed your mind and would no longer come! "She exclaimed as she rose from her seat to hug me.

"Sorry for the delay! The traffic was terrible!" I responded by hugging her back.

"It's all right! What do you want to drink? "she questioned as I took a seat next to her.

"I believe vodka will be excellent right now!" I responded with a deep sigh.

"Did something happen?" My friend knew that I only drank strong drinks when I needed to calm down.

"No! It's just that I'm sick and tired of working!" I sipped my drink, which the bartender had already poured for me, and cast a quick glance at the tattooed God, who was now leaning forward on the sofa, his elbows resting on his knees and his head bowed. He looked like he was about to pass out.

"Too much drink I guess!" I muttered to myself, causing my friend to look at me as if I were insane.

"Sorry?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Nothing! Let me use the restroom and after that, we should go outside for a cigarette!" I said as I arose from the chair heading for the restroom.

I looked in his direction again just before entering the restroom and saw him struggling to get up from the sofa and heading towards the bar. After a few seconds, the same song that Hades used to dance to could be heard throughout the pub. Because it was in a foreign language, I didn't understand what the song was about, but the rhythm and the way it was sung made me feel sad. Not that I wasn't already, but it gave me the impression that I had lost a loved one.

When we were already outside, I set my glass on the table and searched my purse for my cigarettes. I put one between my lips and lit it while cupping my palms around it to keep the wind from blowing it out. I inhaled deeply before sighing and exhaling the smoke.

"Are you sure you're okay?" my friend asked as she lit her cigarette.

"Yeah, I'm just sick of dealing with all those libidinous sick-in-the-head assholes every time I go to work. I want to vomit just thinking that I have to go back to that filthy place in less than a week."

"Did you look for another job?"

"I tried, but none of them brought me the money I make there. And you know how badly I need that money." I sighed once more, running my hand through my hair.

"Yes, what is happening is terrible! At the very least, you don't have to sleep with them!"

Before I could answer her, I heard the pub door open, and two men came out carrying a very drunk man, whom I immediately recognized.