Dark Desires

Zero

December 31, 1988

Bite me. 

Quite possibly the worst thing I have ever said in my whole entire life.

It had all began at the Absalom Bar and Grill where Andy and I decided to ring in the New Year of 1989. Since Andy was a bonafide alcoholic and I was a prude who absolutely despised the smell of alcohol, making it my ultimate goal to avoid any liquor for the night while keeping an eye on Andy as she induced her fifth cup of Baileys already within the hour to which we had arrived. It was New Years Eve so I granted her a pass due to the occasion, happy to see her for once not drowned in endless stacks of paperwork but instead enjoying the delights of the night. 

We wined and dined most the of the evening away, our boisterous laughter echoing around the bar to the apparent displeasure of a couple sitting two booths away from us. Yet it didn't matter what they thought. Due to Andy living fifty miles out of town, reunions such as these would come as a luxury for us whenever she had a chance to drive back home to visit friends and family.

It was nice.

We wasted the time doing absolute nonsense but it was nice.

"It's time Raven!" Andy chirped up, eyes glazed over in excitement as her hand draped in the finest jewels latched onto mine in a horrible attempt to drag me up to the front of the bar where the one-minute countdown had finally begun. A crowd had built alongside us as we all waited for the New Year's Ball to drop on the TV, the air pungent with the obvious scents of hard liquor and barbecue sauce as I stared expectantly up at the screen.

I chose to simply sip on the rest of my Sprite while Andy and a few other men yelled at the top of their lungs as they counted down the seconds until the clock finally struck twelve, my face screwing up at the feel of Andy's spit blasting across my cheek anytime she decided to open her mouth. Yet instead of nagging at her like I would usually tend to do, I let her enjoy the moment and resorted to wiping the unwanted fluid from off of my face whenever a new coat was sprayed against it.

"Twenty...nineteen...eighteen..."

Looking away from the screen for a moment, I gazed around at the various men and women who had begun to latch onto one another with glee evident within their eyes, smiles as big as the state of Texas appearing on their faces the closer we got to the inevitable. 

It was almost time.

"Ten...nine...eight..."

Then that's when I saw him.

To me, time seemed to stop altogether once the countdown struck eight, the cheers of the crowd drowned out to a deafening silence as he and I gazed off at one another. 

Bright hazel eyes held me captive like a bug in a spiders web, my limbs seeming to become immobile as I watched him make his way through the crowd and over to where I stood. Strands of hair that had come loose from my ponytail gently blew back away from my face as he leered down me with a look of absolute longing, eyes straying to the base of my throat as I gulped down the ball of drool that had begun to build up within my mouth.

Christ, he was gorgeous.

Shaggy dark hair was pushed far from his beautiful hazel eyes, a solitary strand opposing the rest and falling stray against the smooth skin over his brow. He was a decent two heads taller than me, my eye level allowing me to take a gander at his pouty pink lips which opened in a wonderful smile that I wish I, myself owned. He was wearing a dark sweatshirt that agreed with the dark blue jeans that clung like a second skin to his legs and left me once again swallowing my spit to avoid an embarrassing display of drool that was threatening to leak outside the corner of my mouth.