"And a pint of beer for me," another uninviting voice sounds from my side, making me incline my head towards that direction.
"Right up," the bartender says and walks away, giving me a last wink which I practically shrug off.
I focus further on the boy who sat close to me in his leather jacket, his sleeves crunched up to his upper forearm. I've seen him somewhere. I swear I did, but if I haven't taken this margarita then I could surely use my light-weighted brain.
"Excuse me?" I lean to his side, but unintentionally bump into his shoulder which only means the alcohol is speaking and acting for me form.
"hmm?" He hums, his bold eyes eyeing me. This has been the only time I feel quite looked upon. He had held his eye sight on me, dangerously looking at me from head to toe. It was the intensity of his gaze that spoke through the dim air that me feel hotter than usual or the alcohol burning in my blood.
"Have I-" I hiccup and cup my mouth,
"seen you somewhere?"
He shrugs his shoulders and doesn't speak. Instead, he pulls the pint of beer by the handle and sets his plump lips on the edge, briefly sipping the content. His body was close to mine, which only made me feel intoxicated and endangered. His cologne was swarming in my brains and his clenched jaw was slitting through my skin. I did not know whether I was in the right swing of feelings, but as soon as I spotted my margarita placed in front of me, I went back to sitting properly and pulling the glass inwards.
There might be a little part of me that is still quite balanced, and now, that side is scolding me and telling me to behave myself. I am not supposed to be drinking in a pub alone and sitting close to a stranger who has the charisma of a super model. I am actually supposed to be at home right now, putting the dirty sheets into the washing machine and re-organizing my schedule to make my tasks a little easier for next week. I am supposed to be sleeping in the next hour, but I hardly believe that I would make it back home in another few hours to come.
I sigh loudly and take in the drink, slowly sipping it. I feel my heart thump in my ears, and the music was not doing a bad job either. I was not really familiar with the song playing, but it had a few electric guitars additions with drums, which only made everything seem blurrier to me. The cigarette aroma increased as more people walked in through that door. I was not aware of the time, neither was I aware of how I am going to get home in such state. I never must take more margaritas.
"I swear I have seen you somewhere." I blurt and place my elbows on the bar's counter, pressing my both hands against my forehead, squeezing the skin upwards.
He still doesn't speak, and I wonder whether humming is the only thing in his dictionary when there are other million words there listed.
"Don't you speak?" I snap, jerking my head to his side. His brows arch with surprise as he drops the pint onto the surface.
"I do speak." He clears his throat and runs his hand through his sleek black hair that glossed beneath the lights. His chin slightly rose upwards as he came in contact with my eyes again.
"Thank heavens." I should seriously never take alcohol because I might do things I won't remember the next day. This might be officially the first time I get drunk after two glasses of margarita which not many count much.
He gently laughs and smirks as he looks downwards, placing his hands on the counter and locking them together. His ripped jeans had made me want to backflip from emotions and anxiousness. No matter what I seemed to ask him or do, he'd end up humming and looking away. This only makes me want to pounce on him and pull out his skin to at least make him say something. I wanted to know him but he was doing a great job at ignoring my existence. The smudged chanting of people had roared into my ears, and I can't help but feel useless for sitting alone with company.
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Disguise♔ z.m
FanfictionNora jones, the typical up-tight girl, lands a job in Harvey's Enterprises. When life seems boring, a little twist of fate makes her bump into her lover. Little does she know that her lover and best friend are one.