Demian Bar

Absinthe

"So you've managed to trigger two of the seven, but friends with the three. What's next?" Soon questioned, as she wiped down the bar counter effortlessly.

"Well, that's five down. Two to go," I shrugged my shoulders, wiping the glass with a clean towel.

"I wonder if you're going to make enemies out of the other two--"

DING!

"Ah sorry! We're closed for--"

"A bar is never closed."

The scent of clean laundry and fresh mint permeated the air, seeping into my nostrils as I glanced at the male who cut Soon off.

From my peripheral vision, I could tell he was observing this bar rather meticulously as though he was wanting to purchase it.

Of course, that's never going to happen.

Demian would never.

"That is very true. A bar never sleeps but people do. Now what can I get for you sir?" I asked, leaning on the counter to carefully observe the lanky man.

His side fringe was flicked rather stylishly, hair of buttery colour, dark eyes framed by an enormous rectangle pair of glasses, but dimples as deep as a vortex.

"What a cute comeback. I don't know if you can help me, I've been wanting a specific type of alcohol. Most bars that I walk in, has never been able to get it for me.." He stated, plopped his elbows on the table, while his head rested on top of his fingers.

"Try me."

The dimpled male smiled charmingly, as his eyes challenged mine in defiance.

"Absinthe."

Soon gasped at the name, as she hurriedly stalked over to whisper to me, "That's a rare green drink! We don't have it--"

"Coming right up."

Soon's eyes bulged at my bold statement, leading the male to do the same.

"You must be really wanting a strong drink from a hard day.." I queried as I crouched at the bottom of the bar in search of the drink.

"I'm a literature lecturer you see... kids," he muttered to himself, not before his eyes diverted to every nook and cranny of this vintage bar until his eyes settled on the sign behind the counter.

"Demian bar? Haha how ironic.."

My back was facing him as I crouched down, digging through the cabinets, a click was sound.

"Well, the owner is Demian after all.."

At this newfound information, his eyes flew up at the sign and the green alcoholic drink I grasped onto when I stood up.

"No way... it will be so humourous if Demian's best friend is Emil Sinclair.." He chuckled to himself, earning a quirked eyebrow from me as I poured the content cautiously.

"How did you know?"

He gawked at this newfound knowledge, as he started conjuring theories from then on.

"You're kidding.. so--" He leaned forward, his elbows now lay flat on the counter, "Has Demian ever been an outcast? I think Demian is. I also assume that Demian built this bar for Emil.."

I slid the high alcoholic content drink over to him, causing Soon to widen her eyes at the concoction.

"We have Absinthe?!"

I winked back at her, "That's Demian's favourite secret stash."

The tall male almost spat his drink, "I knew it! Demian is real!"

"No and I'm secretly a manager to seven idol boys. Of course, Demian is real," I sarcastically replied, but my words went unnoticed when the male was too focused on his conspiracy theories.

"When they were younger, Demian helped Emil a lot in many occasions. For example, Demian was able to stop Emil from getting tormented and bullied by Kromer," he started explaining once more in depth, with amazing passion.

I raised my eyebrows in surprised, "...Yes, that's right. Demian did that.."

The man continued to ramble on until his eyes widened and pointed towards a picture frame on the wall, "That can't be?! Is that Frau Eva?!"

I turned around, boredly looking at the painting, a complete opposite reaction, "Yes, Emil Sinclair painted that when he started to have an interest in art. It apparently also resembles Demian, if you look at it closer."

He gaped at the picture and his eyes lingered on it longer, "The boarding school and Emil's rebellious streak--?! It's all true?!"

I hummed, amused and bewildered by the man's accurate guessing, "All of them are true. Well, from what Demian has told me. If I may ask, how do you know all this, sir?"

His smile widened as he placed a book on the table and slid it towards me, "From a book called Demian. It was published by the name of Emil Sinclair himself."

I grazed my fingers on the hard cover book slowly, making sure that I didn't lay a scratch on it, "Hm..Interesting, the cover of this book is the logo of this bar."

He gasped even more, "No way--"

"My, I haven't seen this book since my dear friend Emil Sinclair published this."

We both turned to the voice, the lecturer held his breath, not believing his eyes and I smiled, giving the figure a small nod.

It was the owner of this very bar,

Max Demian.

Preview for next chapter:

"..My whole life...it's caught in a lie.."

"Sir, are you ok?"

"No, I can't accept this..!"

"Sir, you have been awake by the truth, please accept it and move on..."