One Shots

just us

I just wanted to thank everyone for 300 reads! Means a lot. Thanks.
prompt: "in a room full of people, it feels like it's just us two"
A Destiel fanfic, enjoy!

I haven't slept in my own house in weeks. It's always the same routine.
Go to a bar.
Get wasted out of my mind.
Find a girl.
Go back to her place.
You can imagine the rest.
I can't go back to my house, not after what unfolded that night. I'll never go back.
Tonight's bar of choice is one downtown, a little quieter than the ones I am usually getting hammered at, but it does the job.
I plop myself onto a bar stool and ask the bartender for the strongest stuff she's got. I hit on her a lot but she says that she doesn't want to date someone she meets on the job. I understand.
It's not long before I'm wasted out of my mind.
I wonder if I'll remember this in the morning.
I make my way into the dance floor and away from where I was previously sitting. The deeper into the crowd I get, the more relaxed I am. I begin to dance and flirt with a few more women.
I'm really hitting it off with this one girl, and I actually like her, unlike most of the people I mess around with. Her skin is fair and her complexion is framed by her beautiful deep brown, almost raven hair with eyes to match. I've found out that her name is Lisa and I'm getting her number now. She's writing it on the back of a napkin she found on the table. I doubt I'll need it again, though, because even though I do like her, I could never bring my mess of a life into hers. She's too good for me to do that to her.
Just as she's handing the folded paper to me, I catch a glimpse of these strikingly blue eyes from across the room. I'm not usually one to be taken aback, but they were truly something wonderful. Heavenly, even.
I excuse myself from the conversation with Lisa, something I would normally never do, and make my way closer to the seemingly glowing blue oculus.
As I near to where I first saw the ocean blue from across he room, I realize that I don't even know if they belonged to a man or a woman, a lawyer or a cashier, a 98 year old, or a college student. Despite all the doubts I should be having, all I can think of is the possibility of seeing those eyes again.
I've arrived at the spot where I thought I noticed them, but the eyes are nowhere to be found. I keep tapping people on their shoulders to try and see their eyes, hoping that they might be the owner of the miraculous spheres. Unfortunately, all my attempts are in vain, because even though I've gazed into the eyes of many people, I can't seem to locate them.
Discouraged, I slowly make my way back over to Lisa, my eyes still searching as my feet reluctantly drag on.
Maybe they weren't even there. Maybe I just imagined it to give myself something interesting in my life of static.
Just as I'm about to launch back into conversation with her, I spot them again. Near the exit this time.
I practically run over to where I saw them moments ago, desperate to find whoever it is. When I arrive, yet again, they are nowhere to be found. Luckily, though, this time I manage to see them sooner. They're outside, walking up the alley. I catch a glimpse of their eyes right before they turn and begin to walk away.
Their figure is draped with a tan trench coat, still disgusting their gender. A mess of auburn hair is tousled atop their head, and I can hear the tap of their dress shoes along the pavement.
Not wanting to scare them off again, I walk a distance behind them after getting out of the bar and forgetting Lisa altogether.
They turn left and as the last of their coat disappears behind a wall, I hear a very distinctive noise. Almost like a giant bird taking off, I would imagine. As I round the corner I am surprised to discover that there is nobody there.
Maybe I did imagine it after all.

A/N
I'm thinking I might to a part two to this even though it's a one-shot? I'm not sure though. Let me know if you want. Thanks again for 300 reads. Bye!