Darling || h.s. au {Completed}

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This bar was a part of me. I looked around the small building, taking in the recent remodels. New granite countertops, aged-to-perfection wine on the shelves, and a new looking pool table in the centre of the room. It stood on a plain, old, dirty rug. It seemed like quite an improvement from what I am used to seeing.

"Two more." I said to the woman behind the bar, looking as old as thirty, possibly older.

Her long red hair was pulled into a ponytail and her bangs kept back as well, showing the dark brown freckles spread cross her nose and cheeks. She quickly walked into the back room as I heard shouting. Roxanne-a close friend of mine-stomped out, her nose scrunched up in anger. Once she came to stand behind the counter, she groaned in frustration and propped her elbows on the counter.

"Still too indolent to help with the family business I see." I said, an amused smile across my lips.

"Still too arrogant to talk like a normal person I see."

I rolled my eyes, she knew of my hatred for being called arrogant.

"I prefer an enhanced vocabulary." I stated smartly.

"You prefer to sound like Augustus Waters is what you prefer." she teased, wiping a glass clean and setting it on the shelf.

"Rox, I understand that you love The Fault in Our Stars, but I cannot deal with the constant quoting and comparison."

"Then talk normally!"

I rolled my eyes and took a drink from the glass in front of me, keeping my eyes locked on the ink painted into Roxanne's arm. I set the empty glass down and pointed at her arm.

"New tattoo?"

She nodded.

"It's a bird, it symbolizes freedom. I guess." she shrugged before letting out an exasperated sigh.

Silence. We could hear only the faint music playing in the background. I had always had a strong feeling that Roxanne had more than friendly feelings for me. The way she would shift uncomfortably around me, how whenever I had a girlfriend, Roxanne would distance herself from me.

And now she was awkwardly standing there, I hadn't had any clue as to why though. After a few seconds of utter silence(and the cough of another man playing pool behind us), she dismissed herself through the backdoor and I felt a wave of relief.

I leaned my head to my left slightly, there sitting a few barstools down was a tight black dress. And of course with every article of clothing, comes a person attached to it, well after you rip the tag off obviously.

She, at least it looks like a she, had long, slender tanned legs. They were quite attractive, but I couldn't tell if someone was worth my time just by their legs. Oh, but if I could, we would be talking all night. The bottom hem of the dress stopped just above her knees and had slim spaghetti straps tied around her shoulders.

Although, the straps did not dig into her skin to make her shoulders look thicker. She had a very slender figure, skinny arms, and a quite magnificent and perky chest. She turned in her seat towards me and her eyes flickered over mine momentarily before gazing at the door.

I stood up confidently and sat on the seat next to her, allowing me to better examine her beautiful features. Her deep brown eyes poured into mine, as if looking for an answer as to why I decided to sit beside her. Her wavy brown hair was swept over one shoulder, stopping right below her left breast.

"Uh, hi. C-can I help you?" she asked, her voice flowing like silk. Quiet, soft, and shaky.

Something seemed off about her, not in a bad way, well maybe in a bad way.