Dashing Labyrinths

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~Vic's POV~

It was a late night in winter, the bitter wind was taking my breath away as I walk down the street. I feel a shiver down my spine and I wrap my scarf closer to my face. I had a horrible day, my girlfriend of 4 years broke up with me for my brother, Mike. I figure why the hell should I just sulk around when I could just go have a good time at the local club. The club always seem to numb the pain, you can't hear your depressing thoughts when electronic music is shattering your ear drums. The taste of whiskey could ease any bad break up, death of a close one, you name it. I couldn't wait to get there. The sound of my phone buzzing snapped me back to reality. I shuffled through my pocket and grabbed the phone and checked the caller ID. It was Mike, he's been calling me all day, but I let it go to voice mail. I don't have time for his petty apologies. I just clicked ignore and just continued walking. By the time I reached the club it was snowing heavily and I walked into the room and was hit with a mixture of heat and the smell of smoke. The snow that covered me was instantly melted, leaving my blue and black flannel damp. I walk past the dance floor without a thought and head over to the bar. The bartender was a skinny girl with horrible dye job, smudged mascara and ruby red lips. She was really rude and frankly, repulsive.
"What do you want," she said as she popped her gum loudly.
" Umm... A shot of Jack please."
She rolled her eyes and poured my shot. I take a seat on a stool at the end of the bar and watch the crowd of people dance to the sound of shitty music. It was then when I caught some guy staring at me. He had mesmerizing green eyes and longish dark brown hair. And the way his black leather jacket fit over his broad shoulders . When he saw me stare he just looked away. The bartender interrupted our staring contest by handing me my drink. I took it from her and thanked her and turned back around to find those dashing green eyes staring into mine.

"Um can I help you?" I say, my defensive instincts kicking in. He laughs nervously and says, "Looks like I've been caught. Sorry, I'll leave you alone."
"Wait," I say, "Come back."
He stops. "I was hoping you'd say that."
"Look, either buy something or get the fuck off my bar," the rude bartender said. "Well that's convenient because I was just about to buy you a drink," the mysterious man said with a smirk. "You'd love that, wouldn't you?" He laughed and said, "Just order the goddamn drink."

A few drink later and he somehow convinced me to go out to the dance floor. I'm a really good dancer. Especially after 5 shots.

I don't remember much after that.

What I do remember is waking up in an unfamiliar place with a pounding headache.

"Finally. I thought you died or something," the man said lightheartedly. "Cmon, Vic. I made coffee. It'll cure your hangover." Vic. How does he know my name? I steadied myself to be able to stand (which wasn't an easy task) and said hesitantly, "This is embarrassing, but what is your name?"
"You really don't remember me?"
"I remember you, but you never told me your name."
"Kellin. Kellin Quinn."