Angel Blade (KDA x Male Reader)

III

Since that night, I haven't actually seen Akali. Something about her new album holing her up in meetings with a record label, or something like that. We've texted on and off since then, but I've been trying my best to give her some space. After all, she said she needed it. I wasn't the most pleased about it, but she's an adult, and accepting that would get me far. The plan is to meet Monday night. We'll see if that holds up.

Personally, I've been making an attempt at keeping my mind occupied. I had to get back to work the night after our outing, which helped. Otherwise, I ended up distracting myself through grueling training at the gym and drinks with some of the guys. They were good company, but it still didn't numb my brain to the obvious issue of the girl stuck inside of it.

I recounted one of our outings near the end of the weekend, Sunday night if I remember correctly. Five of our group members were present as we paid a visit to our usual hole in the wall, The Lanes.

The bar was a dimly lit one, with three pool tables placed in the middle. The age of the building showed, various photos and other miscellaneous objects lining the walls. A group was playing on one table off to the right, their feet dragging across the alcohol-stained floorboards as they moved to line up their shots. Other groups were seated in various locations around said pool tables, a few round tables strewn around the remaining space in the building, save the bar. Around twelve seats lined that countertop, each having it's own unique character. One had two legs longer than the others, making a rickety noise whenever they hit against the wood of the floor. Another had half of the rubber cushion atop of it ripped off, due to a fight that had happened earlier in the month. I could go on, but I'll save you the trouble.

There was a jukebox in the corner, playing some country song I wasn't familiar with. Not my type of music, but it was fine for the atmosphere.

The five of us were seated at the bar from seats 3 to 7. I sat in the center, with Ekko to my left, my so-far unnamed companion to my right. Yasuo was to the right of him, with our last member to the left of Ekko.

Yasuo was tranquil. He rolled a glass around in his palm, watching the bronze-colored liquid near the rim, but never spilling. An arm was leaning against the bar, while a soft conversation with the bartender reverberated across the same object. His name wasn't important, but the reputation behind it was.

Ekko was social, as usual. He held conversations with a few people strewn across the bar, with himself currently turned around in his seat, chatting up a blonde and her party at the table behind him. The man on the right was sometimes included, Ekko reading his expression and deciding to continue to queue him depending on it. He was mainly discussing the football games that had happened over the last few days. I only knew that because me and Akali walked in on one the other night. As usual, he was in an upbeat mood. If you had an issue with anyone or anything, he was your guy.

Now we move on to the unknowns of the group. The first, being the one to Ekko's now right. He was a naturally short-tempered guy, with unkempt, shoulder-length hair. It was dyed it silver at one point, if that matters. Patrons usually knew him as the guy that ran with an underground crime syndicate in his teen years, although he's left that life behind. Definitely the most ruthless out of all of us. Talon, that is. A red-headed sibling usually hung out with us as well, the informal seventh member of our group, but she also had plans with, well, something. Not really sure, I don't keep tabs on her. Currently, he was watching the TV, which played an older movie. Don't keep up much with films, so I'm not too sure what it is, though he seems to be enjoying it.

I seem to not be sure of a lot of things tonight.

The next person was the one located next to me. He was as well-built as I was, if not more so, honestly. As an ex-pro fighter in the heavyweight division, he made a decent name for himself, at least before the leg injury. He now trained at my gym, usually at a later time than me though. His notable features were his constantly bruised knuckles, and his vastayan ears poking out from his red hair.