𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗥 , supernatural

[36] a taste of the dark side

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX: A TASTE OF THE DARK SIDE
season 2 episode 22
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DAY 4 WITHOUT SAM WINCHESTER:
The nights had grown long, without sleep and an attempt to distract herself, Selene found herself sitting at a bar. Drinking the feelings away, as if trying to drown herself in the endless bottle of alcohol. The first two nights it seemed to work, until she found it started to lose it's touch—not it was a way to keep herself awake.

As Selene was sitting at the bar, chewing away at a bowl of nuts to feed herself. Selene felt a phone started to vibrate in her pocket, with a heavy sigh, Selene reached for her. Pulling it out for the tenth time today, and read the name on the screen.

This made her roll her eyes, not even surprised by it. Instead, she was simply annoyed and irritated that he hadn't given up yet. A man should be able to take a hint when she ignores his calls for three days, but apparently not.

So, to help send him the hint, Selene took her phone and dropped it into a full glass of beer that belonged to some stranger. She watched as the phone continued to buzz, until finally—it broke. Selene smiled at this, thankful for the silence.

"Obsessed ex-boyfriend?" A sudden voice asked, making Selene lift her head up to look at the bartender across from her. Selene's eyes found his instantly, they were daring and also welcoming—just want she needed.

To give an honest answer, Selene corrected him, "Controlling father."

This made the bartender chuckle slightly, just before he slid a shot across the table towards her. Selene smirked down at it, accepting the drink easily as she took the shot with ease. When she put it back on the table, she smirked at him, "Keep them coming, pretty boy."

"You got it," The bartender winked at her casually, a devilish look on his face.

After sometime, lots of chatting and even more drinks, Selene found herself in the tight bathroom stall. Her back pressed against the closed door as she had her legs wrapped around the bartender's torso. Her hands lazily draped over his shoulders as he continuously pumped in and out of her, Selene's head fell against the door as she didn't even pretend that this was doing something for her.

His thrusts were sloppy and had no rhythm, and she had to act as if she wasn't repulsed by his hot breath on her neck and the heat radiating off of his body. When his body shook, and his head fell forward and on her shoulder, Selene was thankful that it was over. Not even giving him any time before she unwrapped her legs from him, jumping down on the ground and prying herself away from him.

The bartender's face twisted in discomfort at the quick action, watching through confused eyes as Selene gave him a little push away from her—allowing her room to open the stall door and walk out. His pants not even pulled up as she walked towards the sink, scrubbing her hands clean from his filth.

By the time she was done, the man had stepped up, doing up his belt as he stood there looking at her. Seeing her unfazed and unimpressed expression, it made him ask the question, "Did you come?"

Selene didn't even bother to look at him as she flattened her hair and adjusted her outfit that had barely been touched. Still remaining silent and acting as if he wasn't even there. When she was done, she finally looked at him, repulsed by the sight of him as she answered, "Not even close."

With that, Selene walked out of the bathroom leaving the man standing there in complete and total embarrassment. Selene's hair swayed in the motion as she strutted out of the building, grabbing her red leather jacket from the back of her chair and tucking it onto her shoulders.