Troye made his way over to the bar, Already feeling drowsy from all the working. He spots a few men sat in the chairs, talking to the bartender while taking shots of tequila. None of them are recognizable from the back but just hopes and prays they aren't so more tips come rolling in, A shaky breath leaves his lips till a pair of eyes are on him and smiles at him brightly.
"Sivan! Come have a seat." Colton called out, the same smile on his face. Holding up a glass, Cause he is the bartender after all. He smiled tiredly at him nodding, moving a few more steps before taking a seat in on of the empty stools. Next to some guy he didn't really want to look at right now, But felt a few turn to eye at him for a few moments while taking more sips.
"Your usual drink?" He asked which made him instantly look up. "Yeah, yeah, That'll be fine just not too much.. Gotta make it home." His voice came out high pitched making him chuckle a bit, shaking his head. "Come on, Troye! Let loose! You did a hell of a good job tonight. Drink till you fall down." Colton winked, pouring the alcohol into the glass all the way up to the top making him grin to himself.
After he was done, He went back to talking to all the thirsty men there. The sound of laughter making him feel a bit dizzy at the air, swallowing, Before taking a huge gulp of the drink. Feeling it burn his throat a bit, shaking his head afterwards while blinking his eyes. Troye set it back down, letting out another breath he was holding. Already feeling it rushing through his veins as a voice spoke up almost making him fall off the stool.
"So, Troye, huh?"
His head turned, feeling his heart speed up. There was a small laugh with a smirk spread across his face once he turned to stare at him straight into his eyes, Till he realized, That the ones burying deep into him are hazel. His dark hair is a little messy, But fuck, He still looks so breathtakingly hot. This is a bit awkward since he literally gave him a lap dance, but at the same didn't care. Cause there's something about this man that makes him really really weak.
"Not much of a talker I suppose? I'm genuinely surprised. You sure didn't mind a while ago.." His voice coming out deep, sending chills down his spine. He's speechless, Absolutely speechless. Troye licked his lips, taking another gulp of his drink while never breaking eye contact making his smirk grow. Mr. Bixenman just looked at him in admiration, remembering every detail of his body when he was half naked.
"I'm surprised you're even talking to me, Mr. Bixenman."
He raised his eyebrows, clearly amused.
"So you do know my name? Interesting,"
"Just your last.. Heard it from my boss."
"Well, well, well. I'll have to thank Connor for that one."
His index finger circled around the rim of his glass, staring down at it. God damn, How can be be so intimidating just doing the littlest of things? Troye shifted on his stool, clearing his throat to speak up again feeling his palms start to sweat just being around Mr. Bixenman. There's just so much curiosity in his mind, Wanting to do nothing but ask questions and he doesn't know if it's the alcohol in his system, But chugs the rest of it down.
"How do you two know each other?"
"That's a very funny question, Sivan. Might as well quit this job to be a comedian."
Troye snorted, rolling his eyes at his remark. He was being serious but obviously it's not a big deal to the older attractive man, Maybe, Maybe not. There's a short silence between them after that, Watching him take another shot. Colton turned to him and winked, wiping some of the glasses while looking down at them. His hazel eyes shifted over to his, sighing deeply as he just didn't want to look away from them.
"If you really want to know.. Well. I own this place. Actually. If I wanted to I could fire anyone at this moment that's how much control I have, Do you understand now? I mean. How do you think dear ol' Connor over there got his job as the supposed boss? I gave him it just cause he's my friend." He paused for a moment, smiling lightly to himself at the memory before looking back over to Troye who's in pure shock and flushed. "But don't tell him I said that."
A small laugh escaped his lips, Staring at him with lust. Feeling the alcohol running and running, getting him dizzy, Almost falling off the stool at the beauty of the man. He caught his wobbly body, feeling his stare get more intense against him and they're inches apart from each other. Troye swallowed hard, & parted his lips as his hazel eyes drifted down to them seeing how red and glossy they are.
"You have to be more careful.." Mr. Bixenman whispered, making sure he can sit up by himself before letting go of him and turning his head to look at Colton. Who was watching the whole thing while blinking his eyes a few times, coughing and continuing to clean the glasses with the cloth. A half smirk appeared, turning to look at Troye who's flushed the colour of his lips. Clearly in deep thought as he's biting his bottom lip.
"Why won't you get Troye another drink, Colt?" He spoke raspy, An instant wide smile appearing afterwards. Colton nodded slowly, setting down the cloth before looking over at the small boy worried for him. His eyes met his, Seeing that he can't keep his own blue eyes off Mr. Bixenman.. He poured more alcohol into his glass until it was filled up to the top, Hearing them start another conversation.
Mr. Bixenman grabbed his glass, Thanking the bartender. He moved it over in front of him, resting his elbow onto the bar while running his tongue along his bottom lip. He spoke up again, His voice a lot more fonder but still very deep, "Oh, and by the way.." He added, raising his own glass up while never breaking eye contact making that wildfire spread again. Nothing but desire and the taste of alcohol filling his chest once he said...
"I'm Jacob Bixenman. You can call me by my first name if you'd like, Whichever you prefer. But for now.. Drink up, baby."
