Abby Normal

Telling Porkers to a Pig

The security guard looked down at me. His slanted eyes narrowing so that his whites were completely hidden, he looked like a human-eating security man.

"ID" he said the word, like it personally offended him, and his accent wasn't English. He sounded as though he was from Manchester. His lips pursed. I had the feeling he wasn't a very patient person. The smile I had slapped onto my face the moment my eyes had come into contact with him, wavered. Was he snarling?! Scratch that he was an underage-eating security man.

I mean the guy wasn't that tall- I'd say around 6ft- being 5''7 made it difficult for people to intimidate me with height; but what he lacked in height he made up in mass. The dude had muscles; ever-y-where! He was dressed in black from head to toe: black t-shirt, black jeans and black sneakers. Every single one of those items looked like it was ready to burst, he was just so, big.

"I think I left it in my-" the expression, if looks could kill was more than applicable in this situation and if I were in fact dead, I would slap my corpse for even thinking I could get away with this. A cold hand pressed against the exposed skin on my shoulder and looking around I saw Kieran, looking as immaculate as ever; naturally.

The security guard stood a little straighter his bald, brown head shining.

"Miller." He said with a stamp of his black sneaker. I shook off Kieran's touch and looked between the two men. Was I the only one who didn't know what the fuck was going on here?

"Johnson" Kieran grinned at 'Johnson'...apparently I was the only one. Johnson unabashedly looked me up and down, with the same tight-lipped expression from before. When he'd come back to my face he raised one hairless eyebrow at Kieran, completely ignoring my presence from there on out; there is a God.

"She's with you?" Johnson asked, not bothering to hide the full force of his shock in the question. Well gee thanks.

"Yep," Kieran replied "I'm sure that won't be a problem." he was so casual about all of this, it was... creepy. Johnson stepped out of the way,

"Say hello to the Sarge for me." he called as we made our way into the eye-catching Pool room.

"And no drinking!" he half-shouted to us, as an after-thought. I rolled my eyes, a bit too late to ask that. Kieran turned and gave Johnson a mock salute before turning back to me with that same cocky smile that he wore half the time...dick.

"I didn't know, your Dad's in the army?" It sounded more like a question and it was dripping with curiosity. Since when did I want to know about Kieran's personal life? Since he's related to Coda, my brain reasoned; Excuses, excuses. He laughed, it was the sort of laugh that made you regret what you had just said; bitter, loud and humourless.

"My dad isn't. My mom is." touchy subject closed was what his tone screamed and we were plunged into an awkward silence. I hadn't even realised that we had stopped halfway towards the bar that was situated at the back of the room.

"C'mon," he grumbled, taking me by the elbow and pulling me towards the bar. Was it natural for someone's hands to be that cold? I could feel goose-flesh sprouting up from underneath the sleeved jumper. Even with my jumper to protect my skin his hands still burned goose-bumps onto me, I'd never known anyone that could provoke such a physical response. I squirmed under his touch but his grip was vice-like and his stony and determined expression was very different from the light-hearted joyful look he'd worn for Johnson. Who'd pushed his buttons? As if hearing my thoughts his eyes darted towards mine and the silver sparks within them answered my question; I had pushed his buttons.

I looked away, dragging my feet reluctantly as we neared the bar. It was stationed at the back of the room and took up the whole back wall. Three attractive bartenders (2 females and 1 male) mixed cocktails and passed around refreshments quicker than the renowned arcade bartender Tappers.