Shaping Stars

drunk mistakes

Since a few days, he started to enjoy the bar.
Another evening another time he sat at the booth with a whisky glass in hand. This time with his buddys.

Ivan and Jacob were drinking heavily. Larry didn't drank at all. He wasn't much into alcohol- paru seemed nervous and kept glancing at the stages. Tonight there were only women on stage.

»you good?« Larry asked
» you've been avoiding your glass since we ordered.«

Larry only had a glass of beer. He had to drive his brothers home.

»yea I'm good, I've been thinking about this one oxe« paru said and sipped a little whisky

Larry raised an eyebrow.
»what oxe? The dancer?«
    »yea that one. I've been thinking about the VIP room and maybe what would've happened. I still have that card, the owner gave me«
Paru whipped his glass nervously

»well? Use it. It's probably not gonna last long anyway. You never know «
Larry said shrugging his shoulders

Paru went red
»yea- Well.. um.. « he started but Ivan intervened

»Dontcha play around me tent. If you're ain't using it I will.« he said with a wide grin
Making a squeezing movement..

Paru rolled his eyes
»no I will use it.. I just..I don't know didn't found "my dancer" yet..« he said sighing and looking around the club again.

A gentleman switched the bar with the squid man. A human, and paru kept staring.

»a man?« Jacob said confused

» what?« paru looked to Jacob and grinned a little embarrassed.
   » you kept staring at the bartender.«
»oh no um I just didn't know more humans than the lady's work here..«

Jacob looked at him with are "are you shitting me rn dude?“ face

»well.... Yea obviously..?« he said

Larry hit his thighs, »so, we're gonna leave now. I just got a text, we should go now for dinner.«

» what why?« Ivan, Jacob and paru said in chore
  » didn't you hear me? Mom texted. «

»fuck the hag, she can't tell me shite! Is not me fucking dinner aye, I can eat where me is hungry for!« Ivan protested

» do you want to say that to mum?« Larry asked with an face paru could describe as an teacher listening to an 7th grader telling him that his dad is the police officer.

He didn't last long in his protest and they wrapped it up.
Now paru was alone. It's always a bummer. Now he looked like the rest of the sad fucks in this bar.

A small grin over Parus face appeared.  He could now stare at the bartender.

He had brownish skin, dark curly hair and a full beard, was muscular and quite the candy to look at.

Paru removed himself from the booth to the bar
»ah hello, sir what can I do for ya?« he asked

»uhm .. a cocktail...., please « paru said smiling. He felt the alcohol kicking and his nervousness fade slightly.

» one cocktail... Wich one would you like? « he went off telling paru about the cocktails, however paru was invested looking at the bartender intensely.
His body, face, eyes..

» whatever you think is ..better« paru said leaning his head onto his hand and looking now up at the bartender

He chuckled
» well, I always say the pomegranate is the best one, I'll make one for you ya? You can tell me if you like it or not«