He walks closer to me. I was set on the leather sofa, legs crossed where my ankle meets my opposite knee. The tattooed man stood in front of me, my hand reached the glass of whiskey on the table, as I take a sip of it, his shadow swallowing my figure, I can see his grey, silver eyes piercing into me, yet I have chosen to avoid the eye contact. I despised such behavior. Immediately his hand slides towards me, taking my glasses from they rest. This was where I fixed my blue gaze on his silver ones, we shared an eye contact for merely a second, his arrogant side smirk never left his face. When his lips gaped a tad before he fixed his gaze on the floor, there stood a girl on her feet, neatly in the twenty years of age. Her black hair cascading upon her shoulders, tanned skin and a red dress reaching her thigh. Her face was literally nuzzling against his manhood, her eyelashes fluttered close as she brushed the bridge of her nose brushing against his tight black ripped jeans, and I wonder if I should be disgusted or slightly turned on. A careless chuckle emitted his lips, his gaze still fixed on mine. His large masculr hand slides down, his long fingers held the ends of her long strands, twirling them around his fingers before yanking her head back with harsh manners. The female's lips emitted a low sound, like a light whimper. "Not now, Tanya" He demands. My glasses are still in his hand, inattentively he took them off of me, not even a single question. "What's your name, sir?" He asks. "Edwards. Noah Edwards" I reply, my eyebrows knit a tad when his smirk widens as he carelessly throw my glasses on the floor. His foot instantly steps roughly upon them and I can hear the glass scatters beneath his ranger boot. My lips subconsciously gap a little, and the next thing I heard was him laughing hysterically. My fingertips tighten the pressure on the glass of wine, to the point blood has shifts from them, turning them white. What made me more disgusted was the cheer when everyone followed him with their laughs. For a moment I was zoned out of reality and music has disappeared tentatively. I feel pressure on my glass when I realize that his hand has shift it from my hand. Anger builds inside me. Did he fucking splash the liquor upon her breasts.. Disgusting freak. "This trick is called I will look like an idiot and VINSANTO WINS BOOBS!" He yelled the second part, and they cheerd again. I felt disgusted, and rage. Immediately his tongue attached the cleavage between her breasts, licking the alcoholic drink from her, his tongue sweeps forward and backwards, and why am I watching. I ask myself. Probably because he seemed to focus on her joy, not his. Her amusement amused him. Reading lots of characters, only made me analyze humans in real life. And this man was not enjoying his lewd voluptuous act.
It's obvious, this man's provocative act was out of the line. I am not even his friend. I have a wife and a daughter to worry about and I am right here in this bar. I stood up, taking my leave from this place, I want go head back to my apartment. Where my books are, I want to hold my book and read, I want to pour my drink from my bottle of wine. That is who I am, not this. I am not a teenager, I am twenty four and I have achieved things I am proud of. This freak lad in front of me is clearly older, but unfortunately, he seems to miss the actual value of life. Inner peace. He had none, I ignored the sound of their laughs, or at least tried to but it kept rewinding in my mind. I turn my back, doubting that one of them would notice if I take my leave, actually a part of me plead to not to. My brows slightly knit, lips press into a thin line as I take my first step away from this bar. "Mr. Edwards." The familiar gentle Irish accent calls my name, and I turn my face, gazing at the lad who called me to see Niall. My student Niall. His long hair pushed up in a messy quiff. Light grey T shirt and tight black jeans, looking decent. "Why, hello, Niall" I respond. "I did not spot you between the crowd". I added. " Ah, it's alright, sir. I spotted you." He answers. And I see the inked man whom I already hate being interested in the seen between me and Niall. It was a normal conversation why would the bartender care for such, my thoughts were cut when I see the death glare in Vinsanto's eyes as he gazed at Niall. The two obviously know each other. I had no idea Niall, the ideal student would be friends with such man. Niall obviously hiding his annoyance when he received that look from the other lad's silver eyes, and he managed that really well, as he casually wraps his arm around the taller lad's neck, he whispers something into his ear and Vinsanto licks his lips. My gaze flicker around. And I doubt they are talking about the two ladies across the bar because they were preying on the two males with their eyes. Niall having sex with one of the females is not quite the best idea to think of about your student. When Niall shifts back, Vinsanto gives him a wink as the blond one disappears into the crowd.
Vinsanto almost follows him, and I am here standing, my chest tightens for no reason, I simply want to leave. But instead, all I am doing is staring helplessly. Vinsanto turning his back towards me, but before he does, his eyes barely met my blue ones, he turns then he immediately connect our eyes again. I stand still. His face is expressionless for now. Only silver meeting my blue ones. Why is he looking at me, and why would such man be friends with Niall. I push my thoughts back, and I ask him, ignoring the way he treated me. I want answers. "Why did you wink at Niall, mm?" I ask, obviously venom in my voice. Vinsanto's face is cold. So cold and the lighting lingers upon his half inked face, he answers. "Drug deal. He said he have something for me" I nod once. Drugs. Now the sex idea seems much better in my head. "Vinsanto. Niall is waiting for you in the bathroom." A girl said, rubbing Vinsanto's back a little. Clearly she knew about the drugs. Too much is happening at this moment and I am leaving to my apartment and my cup of tea. I found my feet carrying me towards the exist. I turn back one last time and Vinsanto was gone, and very soon so will be, and I will never see this freak again, and I am having a conversation with Niall, that is for sure. I need to clear my mind and prepare my lectures for tomorrow. Goddamn this and I will call Lilian as well. Should I? or should I not..
I decide to ignore everything as I walk towards the exist. I inhaled a deep breath, and the crazy thought hit me. I cannot even believe I thought about such. I need some marijuana right now. Alright but why from Niall? Because he is the most reachable at this moment. I sigh and I turn back, asking a random guy about the bathroom. heading towards it. Once I reach, my hand tentatively rests against the door knob. I twist it, opening the door when the unexpected was awaiting me.
Vinsanto stood there, shirtless. And every inch of his upper body was tattooed. Niall had his shirt on him still. Niall pressed against the wall, his thighs wrapped around the wide width of Vinsanto's waist. His lips gaped, moaning... Vinsanto's face buried into his neck, and his face was not the only thing that was buried into Niall. My heart beet went faster.. I never saw this coming. Niall and Vinsanto. I wish it was about the two females now, I wish it was drugs. I stood there, unable to make a move. Frozen..
