So Wrong, It's Right - ImmortalAnex

Dear Maria, Count Me In

Aleks POV bc i want to write Kevin as a stripper

#noregrets

Now, before you say anything to judge me, I just want to say that it's not often I go to strip clubs. Especially not ones situated in or around gay bars. In fact, I never go to gay bars.

But one day, on the first of April, my friends and I got a little bit too drunk.

Okay, so they all drank water and gave me vodka and left me stranded in a strip club which happened to be in a gay bar. And I just so happened to lock eyes with one of the male strippers. And he just so happened to be fucking gorgeous.

Long story short, I think you can work out what happened that night. He's gone now, though, and I'm left stranded in a shady hotel room with nothing but last night's clothes and a note that says

Free of charge, don't worry ;)

~K

I still don't know his full name. I want to know it, and I want to know more about him. But at the same time, I don't think I can walk into a gay bar by myself completely sober.

I sat up, ignoring the pain in my forehead and lower back. Sooner or later, I knew, temptation would get the better of me and I'd go back.

My phone buzzed. I looked at it.

'How was last night? ;)'

'Fuck you, James.'

~*~ Two months later ~*~

I went back.  I caved into temptation and I went back.

But he was gone. I'd missed my chance. I cursed, ready to give up when I saw a door marked 'MANAGER'

Worth a shot, right? I walked over and knocked. A man not much taller than I was who looked much older opened it. 

"Hello," he said. "Anything I can do?" 

"Uh," I began, suddenly realising I didn't quite know how to start this conversation.

"How can I help you?" The manager asked, flashing a smile.

"Um, well," I said, suddenly slightly embarrassed. "I was in here a couple of months ago, more or less drunk out of my mind thanks to my lovely friends. Anyway, there was one guy, he worked here, and, well..." I trailed off, giving an awkward cough.

The manager nodded understandingly. "And now you're back and would like to see him again, only you don't know his name?"

"I... Yeah, exactly. How'd you know?"

"You'd be surprised at how often something like this happens."

"Right, well." I rifled through my pockets and dug out the note Mysterious Stripper Man had left. "He left this in the hotel room."

The manager took the note and read it. "Ah, yes. That would have been Kevin."

Kevin. So he has a name. In just five letters I had gained so much. It was silly, really, how just that one word sent a shiver of electricity down my spine.

"Is he here?" I asked. "May I speak to him?"

The manager's smile faded slightly. "I'm afraid I don't know where he is. He quit about two months. Said this business 'wasn't his thing anymore.' Sorry, kid." The manager turned to walk away.

"Wait," I said, walking after him. He stopped and looked at me. "Can you at least give me his last name or something so I can find him?"

The manager sighed. "As long as you promise you're not a serial killer..."

"I promise," I said, nodding feverishly.

"His last name is McFarlane, but don't tell anyone I told you that."

"I won't," I assured him. Suddenly I realised something. "Uh, one more thing, if you don't mind."

"Of course not."

"Well, as I mentioned, I was drunk out of my mind. I don't really remember what he looked like," I admitted. 'Only that he was gorgeous.' I added silently.

The manager looked at me for a few moments. After a moment, he exhaled loudly. "Fine. Wait here a minute."

He walked off into a back room. A few minutes later, he came out again, holding something in his hand.

"Look," he said, glancing around to check that no one was watching. "You didn't get this from me, but... here."

He handed me a piece of thick paper which upon closer inspection turned out to be a photograph. Of Kevin.

I looked at it for a few minutes, memorising his features. I looked back up at the manager, an embarrassingly large grin on my face. "Thank you so much." I moved to hand the photograph back to him but he shook his head.

"Keep it," he insisted, flashing a smile of his own. "I don't have much use for it anymore."

I thanked him again an exited the bar. The only thing left to do was search.

And search I did.

"Well, Kevin McFarlane, whoever you truly are," I said to myself. "I've got your picture, and wherever you are, I'm coming with you..."

~~~Much later. (like at least 4 muchs) ~~~

I walked up to the door of the apartment, and before my brain could get ahead of itself and get nervous, I raised my fist and knocked.

From the other side I heard footsteps and then the door opened and there he was. The man I'd spent at least a month searching for was right in front of me.

Kevin looked at me quizzically. "Do I know you?"

"I, well, um," I said. Great first impression, Aleks, really. Wonderful. I cleared my throat and started again. "A couple of months ago, you and I met in rather different circumstances." I paused, gathering my thoughts. "I... You left me this," I finished lamely, producing the note he'd left on the dresser.

He took it, looking at me with confusion on his face. However, upon reading the note, his expression cleared and he looked up at me with something like a smile on his face.

"May I ask why you went to so much trouble to find me?" He asked.

Once again, I moved before my thoughts could get the better of me. I stepped up to him and leaned up to kiss him. Our lips connected and I knew at once that I hadn't wasted my time finding him. He reacted immediately, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me closer. We moved into his apartment and I pushed the door shut with my foot.

"I'm so glad you found me," he murmured against my lips.

Hey, at least this time I'll remember it.

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