ll 𝒜𝓃 𝒰𝓃𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝒟𝓊𝑜 ll

An Unpleasant Meeting

A small hum escaped passing cars that along the city streets, each car holding a different person with a different story. Dark alley ways hid between largely lit buildings, small rats scurrying along the dark, wet concrete with the look of hunger in their beady eyes. The dark blue canvas painted sky was littered with small white dots, twinkling against the dark background. Deep gray clouds laid in the sky, blocking the moons glow from hitting the dark alley ways of the city. A dumpster blocked the back of the alley from the streets view, while a group of young teens hid behind it, hands coming together as a red powder was slide into the others black gloved hand. Lips twitched upwards as the trade off was done, and a male with electric blue tufts stalked into the bright, blinding lights of the bar. Loud music filled his ears as he slid over to his friends, avoiding random chicks grinding on him as he walked. His friends were in the corner, laughing hysterically at something that randomly appeared in the conversation, but he didn't mind as he chimed in, "I hope I didn't miss to much while I was gone", he chuckled as he slide into the booth that the group had occupied. He easily picked up the conversation where it had left off, and the group got too lost in their conversations to realize how many drinks they had actually ordered.

The blue haired male being the only one drinking at a slow pace.... the only one that was even slightly coherent enough to notice what was going on in the bar around them, they were getting a lot of looks.. I mean, they were being pretty loud even above the loud noise of the bar. He saw a group of people enter the bar but didn't pay much attention to them as they walked to the bar stools at the front of the bar. turning back to his group to continue the conversation with the drunkards, but despite the conversation that his group was having he still kept the group that had just walked in, in his peripheral, kinda of silently checking to see what they were up to.

As the group of five calmly walked in, they chatted happily despite the loudness of the group drunkenly cheering in the corner about what sounded like, 'That bastard deserved it!' Sawyer, the most nervous out of the five glanced over to the corner with slight annoyance in his eyes, 'Why must they be so loud?'.

"We will have five drinks please, all cherry beach Margaritas." Jacob said as he pulled out his wallet and show'd his license to the bartender, the rest falling in unison. They began to chatter as the drinks were served, the group happily talking among themselves, but the background laughs started to override their conversation. Bryn sighed and looked over to their brother, "They are kinda getting on my nerves.." They whispered to him, quiet so that no one heard. They all began to drink, Except for Sawyer who was quietly listening to them all talk. The group behind them continued to happily chatter, Noah talking about something this guy had said once. They were loud, and disrupting, but most of them were too drunk to even notice.

A hum of amusement escaped the taller's throat as he smirked to the men in the corner, "Fuckin' idiots. Actin' as though they own this place." Micah scoffed, rolling his amber eyes. He had no room to talk, as he was just as loud as the guys in the corner, but that was on purpose. Sawyer ignored the head of the group as he slowly shifted in a stool, avoiding eye contact with anyone who looked at him as he pulled his book from his small bag that hung from his shoulders. He had no business there, in fact, the only reason the black haired boy was there was because of Nate, who had forced him out of the house. Jason perked up in his seat as he sent a dark glare over to the brunette who entered the bar. He stood, drunkenly waddling over to the group. Of course, when Jason left, the rest followed. "What was that, Twink?" He barked, his eyebrows knitted with anger as he watched Micah rise from his chair. A laugh echoed from Micah as he stood from the stool and came chest to chest with the taller guy, a devious look twinkling in his amber orbs, "I'm pretty sure you heard me, dumbass." Sawyer sunk into his seat as he tried to continue reading, but the sound of skin on skin filled his ears.