Walking down the dark street, his black dress shoes clicking against the concrete of the pavement. He slowed down, letting his hand fall into his pocket to pick up the lighter, bringing it up to the end of the cigarette that was hanging between his lips. He did not light it though. Instead, he flicked that cap open and let the flame light a few centimeters away from the end of the smoke.
The flame danced in the air, letting off a bit of smoke that vanished before his very own green eyes. He flicked the cigarette with his mouth, causing it to fling out and drop onto the ground. He stood on it. A perfectly good death stick gone to waste, how it should be.
He held down the lighter, letting the flame be alive once again. He slowly waved it around, letting the light make streaks of shimmering glows in the darkness. He lifted his other hand to hold his finger under the burning fire, swaying his finger back and forth, not long enough for it to actually burn. As he did these actions, memories of his father flowed into his mind. His father would wave his index finger back and forth in the flame, showing off. To Connor, a young boy at the time, he was amazed.
He huffed, letting his thumb off of the lighter, clicking it shut and shoving it in his pocket before grabbing out another smoke and placed it between his lips. He started walking down the street making his way to his destination.
He strutted around the dark corner, music and lights came into view, he new were he was now. He approached the lights, letting himself past the doors and was immediately greeted with a strong wave of alcohol swimming with the music, he let out a small breath.
He made his way through the entrance, clicking the door shut behind him and walked though the wave of unfamiliar people dressed in all sorts of costumes. He opened the door to the kitchen, welcomed by three people he knew well. The people that owned this place.
"Hey man, here." Joe said as he handed a glass of vodka to Connor. As Connor griped the cold glass he tilted his head with a thank you and made his way over to a bar stool next to the few other people he knew. Tyler, Lilly and Louis. They greeted him with a hello and continued there talk, letting Connor join in at anytime he wished.
"So the girl out there, the one standing next to the tall man, she is wearing a bunny outfit. She was the girl I ate out the other day." Louis explained, pointing through the door to a slim girl who was half naked, talking to a tall man before taking a sip of his drink.
"Louis you are such a slut, how many other girls here have felt your lips on there junk? I'm betting on about 11." Lilly smirked, bringing her drink up to her lips, letting the cold alcohol spill into her mouth.
"14 actually, maybe more. I haven't actually seen every person in this place yet. So far I have only seen 14." Louise smirked back to Lilly, she wasn't fazed by his words at all, everyone new he got with every girl that was in sight. She shrugged.
"How have you been Con?" Tyler piped up, looking at Connor.
"The usual." He replied bringing his drink to his lips.
The small group sparked up a conversation that went on for about an hour, people walked in and out of the kitchen to grab some ice for there drinks, but for the most part, it was just them in there while the music was out the door.
"I'm gonna go see if I can find a man, there are a lot of hot people here that I have yet to talk to." Tyler spoke up, rising to his feet and walking past his friends. Lilly told them she was going to do the same, Joe and Connor reminded them to be safe, they both smiled and winked before leaving the room.
"So Connor, how is things going between you and Ryan?" Joe asked. He and Lilly were the only ones who knew about Connors strange relationship with Ryan, Joe leaving it till Tyler left the room to spark up the talk about him.
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angel ; tronnor
Fanfictionhe was an angel, not from heaven though. he was sent straight from the deep depths of hell, what he went through was nothing godly or to be associated with heaven.
