I've always enjoyed being alone.
Alone, but surrounded by people and possibilities.
Sure, it's dangerous for a girl at night, but I'm past giving a sh*t at this point. If I die because I left my apartment after the sun has set, so be it.Aside from looking mysterious, there is actually something calming to drinking an old fashioned "alone" in a not-so-crowded bar.
In fact, I could enjoy it even more if that creepy dude in the corner would stop staring at me.Typical.
Let me set the scene for you.
I just got out of a two year relationship, the reason being he wasn't a metalhead.
I'm kidding,there were valid reasons.
Anyway, im currently sitting at the bar I frequent, Metal Machine, because like most people I have mental issues (or metal issues heheh) and the closest thing to therapy I can afford is metal and whiskey.
It's a Thursday night so it's mostly empty, aside from a few regulars and the creepy dude.
Who is this guy anyway?Discretely peering at him I noticed dude has long black hair (probably takes him two hours to straighten everyday), is wearing a floor-length black coat (probably owns 8 swords and a limited edition manga collection) and also has a lip and an eyebrow piercing.
Yeah, definitely a black metal guy.
Weird. Today's event is thrash, maybe he's lost.
I was about to demand the DJ playes more Sodom just as the barman placed a glass of suspicious brown liquid in front of me.
Never mind. It's just jagermeister.
I gave him a- what the f*ck, I didn't order this- look.
"From the dude in the corner."
He answered my intended question before I had a chance to voice it.
Well...nothing to lose, he doesn't look too old and im extremely bored, I thought as I took the drink and stalked towards him.
"Hi. Thought I'd get your name before one of us dies." Wow, smooth.
He gave me a once over, as if he hasn't been looking at me all this time, before he finally answered.
"Leviathan."
That is in no way his real name."Really...?"
He just nodded , acting all mysterious and sh*t."You know, you shouldn't be alone at this time at night."
He said, just as the silence was starting to get awkward.Why is this dude talking like a sexual predator?
Should I call Chris Hansen?"Why not? Care to teach me a lesson about what would happen to me?"
Why the hell did I say this?
Aw, crap.
Now he is going to kill me with one of his 8 swords.To my surprise and relief, he gave me what could be considered a sexy look and laughed.
It's getting pretty late and after that stupid challenge, I'm starting to worry that he'll follow through.
And I don't even have his real name.
I downed the rest of my drink in one big gulp and made an excuse to leave."Oh sh*t, I have to run."
That's not even an excuse."Wait! I didn't get your name."
"Thanks for the drink. It's Lydia."
And with that I bolted away, managing to avoid giving the hot weirdo any means to contact me, which is great, I'm already very busy moping on the floor and listening to alcoholic country .
I cannot be disturbed.
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Randomthis story is as metal as it gets here on wattpad, folks. Cringeworthy at all times. It's full of references and shitty romance. It might be a short story if I'm no longer inspired. Or maybe I will turn it into justin bieber fanfiction. Should I ?