ONE MORE TIME - brallon drabbles

with a drink, have my heart

// It took a invitation of a drink to reel in first sight crushes. //

Going to a fancy restaurant and sulking around the bar wasn't his go-to idea, but it was this time. Dallon Weekes had a lot in his mind and he thought that the restaurant below his hotel room could aid him in a way.

Sitting at a booth would make him feel more isolated and that was not what he needed, at the time. He decided to sit on a bar stool and decline any bartender that offered to take his order.

Dallon wasn't focused on the world around him as it seemed like blobs of color and random sputter of sounds would appear all around him. The man looked down at the crystal table, seeing his reflection for a while before fading into black when he put his head down. He had came out to his family and he wasn't sure if they took it quite well. They just politely nodded with wide eyes and mouths alike. No comments, yet.

Dallon knew that his family loved him very much and introducing this topic is a big game changer to their love for him. He was so afraid that they would grow resentful if they kept their feelings bottled up. He wondered if they were completely fine with this and just needed time to adjust to this new fact.

He could feel a certain watery, pain that approached behind the closed lids of his eyes. Not in the public, please not in the public, he begged not for those tears to form and fall. With a sniffle and a slide of his white shirt sleeve, the tears receded.

Dallon looked back up into the light and golden shades of the restaurant before noticing a cocktail next to him. His face had changed into a canvas of confusion. He knew that he didn't order a drink as he rarely drinks.

"Excuse me, but the seated man at the table behind you wanted to hand you this." The bartender informed Dallon when she caught the puzzled look on his face.

"Oh, god, I can't look now. I look terrible." Dallon responded and gave a nervous laugh.

"Sir, the man hopes you can join him and his friends." She added and gestured her hands toward the table behind Dallon.

He gave a sigh and slowly turned to see who exactly gave him the drink.

A group of friends were seated around a table and one (quite cute) man staring right at Dallon with a smirk on his face. Slicked up black hair, dark eyes, and fancied a suit was the best Dallon could quickly describe him since he probably could go on and on about the stranger's appearance. All Dallon could feel was his heart picking pace and a slow burn crawling on his face.

Dallon, from where he was, could see that the man who gave him the drink mouthed 'join me.'

"You should really go, he seemed quite eager that you seat with him." The bartender finally added. Dallon looked at the bartender who smiled at him and her eyes travelled to the group around the table. He took the cocktail and stood up to begin his short walk to the circular booth.

Dallon felt stiff and awkward as he walked over to the people. He had quickly examined them and noticed how nicely dressed they were. With the girls owning brand name purses and dresses, as well as, the guys sporting spotless tuxes and elegant ballroom shoes, Dallon felt like a person with some rags on. He only had a tucked white shirt with a belt and some old, black work boots. He never thought of himself to have great fashion sense.

"Ah, yes, the beautiful man joins us now! I promise we won't bite, right pals?" The attractive stranger started some kind of uproar with just six people as cheering and clapping began before stopping moments later. Dallon stood there, watching everyone get along so nicely.