Freedom is Learning to Let Go

Chapter 7

The party infecting dance floor had finally died down. The herd had disintegrated and dispersed into smaller groups who floated wherever the wind took them. There was a lack of excitement, a dead giveaway that Klaus was no longer in that specific section. Or perhaps he left The Tunnel completely. The ladder was unlikely. That angel was really not the type to disappear right after a song.

It was clear he was the "life of the party" type, fully aware of his effect on the pathetic humans that so easily fell under his spell. A dance floor would never be this dry if he was still upon it spreading his celestial magic.

Dave would just have to find him through the cracks within the mob. The floor was the first section to be ruled out. Definitely no beauty queen there.

Unlike the dance area, the bar's population had grown steadily, the lounge once again filled with spasmodic juiceheads.

Azure eyes scanned the premises. A new bartender had appeared, likely because the initial one had gone off shift. Patricia and Dahlia were among the intoxicated, sipping lemon colored margaritas next to a muscular man wearing a Fallout 4 snapback. Clearly not Jeremy.

It happened again. Those jerky palpitations squeezing within the left side of his chest, the shortness of breath suffocating his lungs. And there he was. That absolutely perfect human being. Smiling away with those pure white teeth, just like he was born to do.

He sat at the bar, a stranger seated next to him basking in his eternal gorgeousness. The man was speaking; his mouth was moving while Klaus was cutely nodding as he seemingly blabbed.

Dave briefly wondered what this dude could be saying that was so interesting. However, after observing for a bit longer it became evident the green-eyed siren lacked any regard for those meaningless expressions.

His sparkling jade eyes would drift from one place to another, laced with boredom.

When he parted his soft lips to speak, only broken sentences managed to spill out before his "acquaintance" would continue in his never ending blather.

Every once in awhile a look of annoyance would flash across Klaus's flawless face, only to be plastered over with the usual flirtatious grin.

Eventually the man rolled up the sleeve of his plaid button-up and flexed his toned arm. He proceeded to inch his limb closer to beauty at his side, who would simultaneously back away as he did so.

Anyone could tell he was trying to make the other man touch it, even as he was obviously not interested in such things. 

It was only a short period of time before he cracked, placing his lithe fingers against the toned muscles. He was trying to look impressed, grinning and batting his eyelashes.

The stranger seemed satisfied with this gesture, even with its obvious forgery, and proceeded with his endless ranting.

Was that man blind or something?

Klaus was gradually becoming more and more impatient. It was perceptible even from a distance.