PEWDIECRY/KICKTHESTICKZ/IANTHONY/SHOEY/PHAN/LASHTON/RHINK SMUT ONE SHOTS

Crycest- For My Entertainment

NOT MY STORY

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Cry entered the bar: single, bored and in the mood for delicious alcoholic drinks. It was one of those small bars, where bands and singers would be hired to entertain the guests.

It wasn't half as big or wealthy as those private clubs, but the stuffy hot air, trashy songs and slutty women roaming around, it wasn't that hard to pretend he was in one.

Most of the guests were dancing and cheering next to the stage, so the bar wasn't so crowded.

Good, Cry preferred space.

"Hi, what will it be?" The bartender greeted him casually. He was around the same age as Cry and had the same wavy, chocolate brown hair. His eyes were a bright electric blue and held an air of mischievousness. Pinned to his blue shirt was a name tag that read Virus.

"Uh," Cry squinted at the menu. There seemed to be a wide array of sweet, 'girly ' drinks, something the gamer took delight in.

"I'll try the-" He helplessly pointed at an image depicting a glass filled with turquoise liquid varying in brightness. The exotic name next to it had too many ws and ios for him to figure out how to correctly pronounce it.

"Ah, yes that one." Virus turned his back to Cry and started rummaging around.

The current pop song stopped playing and the band received their well deserved applause, which in Cry's opinion wasn't well deserved at all. After a while, they start to all sound the same and only once in a while someone actually produces something worth listening too.

"Here." Virus slid the glass across the counter along with a napkin.

"Thanks..." Cry lifted it to his lips and hesitantly took a sip. It was surprisingly good, the alcohol and the sweet juice mixing perfectly.

"You like it?" Virus asked, watching his reactions.

"Yeah, it's...good. A little strange, but good."

"I invented all of those drinks myself," Virus said, pointing at the picture menu. "You chose a rather harmless, boring one, but some drinks spark when you jostle the glass, others change flavors with every sip. Some even glow in the dark."

"Well, then you're lucky I have the entire night free for drinking." Cry smiled at him, then a thought crossed his mind. "Say...how does one get the name Virus?"

"How does one get the name Cry?" Virus asked, raising his eyebrows. Then he shrugged and turned to reload the ice cubes.

"My name's actually much longer and much more complicated, but everyone just calls me Virus. One reason is because I'm the greatest hacker and computer freak you'll ever come across. I can hack into every account there is, destroy any virus protection and/or any hardware. Yes, even the ones belonging to the government. But I tend to stay away from thoem, I like this little corner of the world very much."

"Wow, I'm impressed."

Virus laughed. "Well, there's a guy here, his name's Mad. He's kinda of a crazy psychopath, that's the story behind that name. He claims the name Virus fits because I'm a nuisance everyone avoids and am basically good for nothing."

A different song started and the crowd cheered.

"Doesn't sound like a nice guy." Cry stated, sipping on his drink.