blue | a collection of tronnor oneshots

bathing in innocence and sipping from strangers

prompt- clubs are great and I'm lonely
or
you look so young how'd you get in?

The clubs neon signs should be intimidating, but instead they calm Connor as he enters the familiar setting. He comes every Saturday- to Starry Nights Club that is. SNC is Connors favorite way to spend a lonely weekend as it keeps him from awkward encounters and provides amazing cocktails.

The clubs system is quite simple, everyone who enters gets bracelet depending on the color that's designated for their preference to show what they're looking for. Tonight, Connors is green. Green signifies looking for interaction with another male.

There's an array of colors, red when your preference is girls, black when you want to be left alone, and pink when you're there for nothing but a bit of friendship. Usually Connor sticks with green as he is more than willing to accept the compliments from the cute boys who he dances with for a few hours before departing and falling asleep easily.

Tonight, he's looking for one of those boys and one of those rests. College courses are tough and we all need a break at one point, don't we?

"Want a drink sir?" The bartender says as Connor takes a seat between a dark haired girl with a black bracelet and an innocent looking boy with no bracelet at all.

"Yes please, Stella Rosa, white." The man nods before wondering away to get the wine. Connor can feel someone's eyes on him and he soon recognizes them to be the bright blue of the boy next to him.

He looks down to where the boys resting his head on his hand, watching Connor. He quickly averts his eyes.

"Hello." Connor greets and a small smile graces the boy's lips as he tugs on the bottom one with his teeth.

"Hi." He whispers lowly, his eyes still trained to his Shirley Temple. Connor wants to pester him about his missing accessories and his obvious innocence, too young for a club he's sure, but instead he sticks to the basics.

"What's your name?"

"Troye, yours?"

"Connor." Silence surrounds them after that and Connor accepts his drink when the bartender brings it to him. He can see Troye eyeing the drink as he pays and begins to seriously wonder about his age.

"Um," He starts as Connor is about to raise the glass to his lips. "What's that?"

"Stella Rosa, why?" Troye shrugs, snapping his head down with a blush. "Would you like a sip?" Connor is well aware that this boy may as well be five years under the drinking age but decides to not think about that and instead use this as a chance to ask questions that would usually be unfit.

Troyes head snaps up, gawking as Connor holds the glass to him.

"A-are you sure?" He says as he reaches for the cold drink, but right before his slender fingers make contact, Connor pulls away.

"Actually, how old are you?" The boy's face falls at this and he pouts.

"I knew you wouldn't just let me slide."

"Age, Hun." He sighs.

"19." Connor hums as he sees the age to be fitting for someone of his looks, although his jaw structure looks sharper than most 19 year olds.

"How'd you get in here then? "His shoulders sag further at this.

"Let's just say the security guard is very flirty." He grumbles in embarrassment and Connor laughs, sliding the glass to Troye and nudging his shoulder.

"Well, you've made it this far." Troye grabs the glass quickly as if Connor will pull away again, but hesitates as it presses onto his pouty bottom lip.

Connor stares, deeply infatuated as Troye slowly tips the glass up, allowing the white toxins to slide onto his tongue almost teasingly. Troyes eyes close and Connor can practically feel the liquid going down his own throat as he visually relaxes.

When he finally puts the glass down he licks his lips, savoring the flavor before turning to Connor with a wide grin.

"That, is amazing." Connor laughs.

"Hardly even alcohol actually." Troye shrugs.

"It's more for the taste anyway."

"And?"

"10/10 for sure." They both smile at that as Connor takes his glass back.

"So, you do this a lot?" He shrugs.

"Maybe." Connor wants to know why he's never seen the cute boy bathing in innocence and sipping from strangers, but instead he asks a different question.

"Why aren't you wearing wristband?" Troyes seems to notice the green bracelet that fits snugly around Connors wrist for the first time and as he does a smile spreads across his lips.

"The guard was too busy starring at my butt to ask my preference." Connor laughs.

"And if he wasn't perving on your innocence, what color would you be sporting?" Troyes nose wrinkles as Connor says 'innocence' but other than that he doesn't say a word, giving him a sly look before facing forward and sipping his own drink. Connor laughs.

"Another drink sir?" The bartender asks Connor, giving Troye a questioning look before looking back to the 21 year old.

"Um," He looks to Troyes then his watch before sighing. "Actually no, I should go home. I have exams on Monday." The bartender shrugs and turns away, leaving Connors information to Troye who raises a brow.

"College?"

"Mhm."

"Sounds like shit."

"Better than high school." He jokes and Troye laughs.

"I wouldn't know, I graduated two years ago and was home schooled the whole time anyway." This peaks Connors interest.

"Why home school?"

"Bullying mainly. That and I hate people so." Connor begins to wonder why someone would bully Troye, as far as he can see he's quite lovely.

"Well, I'm sorry to hear that." Troye shrugs.

"It's cool." Connor sighs.

"I really should het going."

"Okay," Troye mutters, fettling with his thumbs, both of them now standing. "It was really amazing to meet you." Connor finds his heart breaking at Troyes disappointment and he sighs yet again.

"So um, before I go...I know you're only 19 but-"

"Yes!" Troye says suddenly, before blushing deeply. "Yes, I'll give you my number to stay in contact."

"Okay..." Connor laughs and Troye smiles in relief. They exchange numbers.

"See you soon Connor." Troye says with a big hopeful smile as Connor begins to walk away.

"You too Troye." He replies.

And as he passes the purvey bouncer and gets into his car, he can't help but feel that out of all the Saturdays he's spent at this club, that this one was the best.

-x-

HA YOU ALL THOUGHT THE LAST CHAP WAS THE END I TRICKED YOU GET RECKED

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