INhuman

(Extra 2)

AN- okay, I know I haven't updated in literally ever, I've just been busy with... life? Yeah, I've got no good excuse, just please be patient! Anyways, this short was inspired by my friend koradragonthorn, thanks hon! Anyways, let's get to the story:

I slide onto a bar stool, my bare legs sticking to the leather.
"Strongest thing you have." I order, running my shaking fingers through my hair. The bartender gives me a questioning look.
"You sure you can handle it? Are you sure you don't just want a margarita or piña colada?"
"Give me a fucking whisky for gods sake." I snarl, glaring at him.
He rolls his eyes and pours me a drink. I tip the drink up, and feel the fire go down my throat. I finish my first then order a second. Then a third, fourth, and fifth.
I slam the glass down and topple over to a couch, flopping down messily. Everything felt so much better after a good drink.
"Hey honey, you come to have fun?" I look up at the guy above me. Oh fuck he was hot. His shirt was off, exposing a beautifully toned stomach and pecs.
I smile drunkenly.
"You do need two to have fun here, amiright?" I sit up, patting the couch next to me.
He leans forward to kiss me, and I catch a glimpse of bright blue eyes before he pulls back.
"What's wrong?" I ask, pouting.
"How many drinks have you had?"
"As many as it took to forget about eeeeeeverything." I spread my arms wide, gesturing to "everything".
"That's not good for your health." Blue eyes gives a laugh, looking at me with a pitying look.
"Don't look at me like that ya doof. Just kiss me already." I pull him forward and press my lips to his messily, probably getting dark makeup all over his face.
Blue eyes pulls away again, but grinning this time.
"What's this?" His finger softly traces the tattoo on my neck.
"It's a tatty. People think it's pretty but I dun like it. It makes me hide from scary huuumans." I lean into his hand at the last part.
"Is that why you've been drinking?"
"Nah, I just moves into Dai's place. She's mah girlfrie." I lean my head on his shoulder, trying to stop my head from spinning.
"Does she hit you?" Blue eyes softly holds up my arm, examining the many bruises going up and down, from shoulder to wrist.
"Nah, I jus like doin stupid stuffff."
He reaches for my other arm, but I groggily yank away.
"That arm is none of yo beeswax." He laughs, and grabs my arm anyways, but stops laughing the second he sees my wrist.
"None of yo bees wax I said. But nooooo. And now I has to 'splain why. It's not cause ah Dai, well kinda. I'm not good enough for her, even though she's says I am. She says I'm peerfect. That's not true. Imma mess." I laugh. "As you can easily see. So then I geh all edgy and start sawin away. Alex would blow if they found out."
"Do you really care about her though? Your girlfriend." He looks at me with some kind of emotion that I can't place.
"Of course. Why else would I try to chop at my arm all da time? Cause I'm not good enough an I should be buh I'm not. It bubbles over sometimes." I make little bubble movements with my hands.
"But I came here to forget, so let's have fun again." I pull him forward, but he softly puts two fingers over my lips.
"Where's your phone?"
"Up mah butt." He laughs at that, but shakes his head.
"But seriously, where?"
"In my butt pocket."
Blue eyes carefully reaches around me and slides my phone out of my pocket.
"Password?"
I flop onto my back across his lap.
"Won won eight zeeeero." I close my eyes, trying to block out the really bright lights above us.
"Which contact is your girlfriend's?"
"Dat ass, with da ok emoji, cause she got a really hot booty." He laughs quietly, then brings the phone up to his ear. I blank out, not caring at all what blue eyes was saying.
"C'mon, time to go." He softly helps me up, placing an arm around my shoulders.
"Blue eye boy smells nice." I say quietly, burying my face into his chest.
"Come on, lets go."
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The two of us sit on the curb of the club, me resting my head on his shoulder.
"Why did you do this? And not something like screw me or kiss me senseless because of how drink I am?" I ask quietly, the clean air clearing my mind a bit.
"Because I've been through a similar time, and me fucking you is only going to make things worse." I could hear the hurt in his voice, so I decide not to push.
"Thank."
"Thank is all I get? Not thanks, or even thank you? Just thank?" I giggle at his overly dramatic outburst.
"Can I have your number?" I ask, pulling out my phone again.
He shrugs.
"Couldn't hurt."
He hands me back my phone, then stands.
"He's here."
"He?" I ask, confused. "But I have ah gir-fuck why did you call Jordan?!" I whimper, terrified of the rage storm I was going to get in the near future.
My mæge friend steps out of his car, and drapes a blanket over my shoulders. He turns to blue eyes.
"Thank you."
Jordan then turns back to me and helps me into his car. He walks around, and sits in the drivers seat.
"I'm sorry please don't be mad!" I rush, giving myself a headache.
"I'm not mad." Jordan says softly. "But please try not to do that again. Take me along next time, or at least tell someone what you're doing. Here, drink some water, and take these headache meds I got from Aeliana. We're staying over at her place tonight." I gulp down the pills and chug the entire glass down.
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We're halfway to Aeliana's place when I realize that I never properly thanked Blue eyes. I pull my phone out to text him to find out that he never actually typed in a number. Instead there's an email adress, and a couple of sentences typed into the notes.
"Get some sleep kid, you're gonna need it. Also, mæges aren't really supposed to hang at human clubs. Love ya"
I glance up at the name he put in to find that his name is Ethan. Cute.

I turn off my phone and slump back into my seat tiredly.

Thank you Ethan.
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