Submission (18+) | Oneshots

Scents (18+) [Omegaverse AU]

•FIRST PERSON'S POV•

On a Saturday night, I was drinking by myself at the bar closest to my apartment. Although the drinks are a bit more expensive here, the company is good and the pours are generous. I mean, I am here for company, not trouble. 

Next week is my first official day at a fancy company, and I have to admit that it has been really exhausting even before I have started. Although it is a great entry-level position and pays well, the training period felt a lot like a boot camp. Some last-minute stress relief is definitely in order, especially with my heat on top of everything else.

The floor is crowded and the bar stools are occupied, but I have been focusing on the pair sitting a few seats to the right. Before turning back to her friend and yelling animatedly about something or other, one of them continues to stare at me. It is impossible to hear the music at this distance because it is so loud. Her face is striking, and it is adorable in a puppy-like manner.

Much more subtly, the man next to her occasionally shoots glances at me. Gritting his teeth, he takes a swig from his whiskey held by the rim and gives it a gentle swirl. He has much sharper features, with a crinkle between his brows that is probably permanent. He looks good with it—grumpy in a smoldering, hot way. 

When he makes a motion for the bartender, his jaw twitch with frustration and his eyes pass over me again. I pretend I wasn't watching as he orders a refill. His head tilts slightly in my direction, and I return my focus to my drink, scanning the room quickly before he turns to face me again. 

The bartender slid a drink across the counter a moment later and pointed to the man over his shoulder, saying, "It is from the fella at the end." It’s another of what I was drinking before and I smile as I take a sip before acknowledging him for the first time. 

He still looks grumpy, but his friend is grinning so wide she's practically vibrating. I wave slightly but he makes no move to come over. It’s a gesture that’s well appreciated and I mull my choice over as I finish my drink.

They’re both cute. The excitable one is an alpha for sure, I can practically taste it even with everyone else in the room. I'm not so sure about the grumpy one. A beta perhaps? I wonder if they’d both agree to come back to mine. Mm, that’d make for a fun night.

I make my way over in my own time, the pair having stopped staring every thirty seconds. As soon as she notices me, she excitedly taps the guy’s thigh. 

“I told you!” I can just about make out over the music now that I'm closer. 

The bar is loud and I have to stand much closer than normal to have my voice heard. I end up practically sandwiched between them by the time I can ask a question they can hear, “So are you two here together?”

The tall one has a wonderfully infectious laugh. The short one’s face screws up with a sound of disgust, “I’d rather marry Cleiton,” he grimaces. 

“You wish you could marry Cleiton,” the excitable one corrects and I'm in half a mind to invite this Cleiton man too. Heat suppressants have come a long way these days, but the cravings seem to be one thing they have trouble erasing entirely. 

“I can’t entice you both back to mine anyway, then?” my lips pull into a playful smirk. 

“Oh no, I’m just here for the people watching. Thank you, though!” she beams widely, taking the compliment in stride. 

You turn to the grumpy one, silently swirling his glass in boredom, “And you? Especially into your spirits?”

“They’re alright,” he takes a sip.