He was sitting across the bar, propped up on a stool about to take his twelfth shot. Whisky. How could I tell? I used to work here and could identify the bottle like the back of my hand. I had a job at this place back when my parents were struggling with the bills and made my brother and I get a job. Back then I had night shifts, as a bartender. The one thing I'll always remember were the drunken assholes who would come in and act like they could smooth talk me into bed. That sure as hell was never successful.
My younger brother on the other hand, Hunter, still has his job from before. He works some place downtown in this really vintage record shop by the hotdog stand on the corner of Ash-Dale St., where we ate all the time when we were little. He loves it and has made a lot of friends there, so I'm happy for him.
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As I looked around the dancefloor I admitted to myself that it looked like this would be quite a good time. You know, when you weren't stuck working behind the tables. Tonight I was here with my girls. I had got us all in under discount as Ralph, the owner, recognized me. I had decided to bring them all here to let everything go for a night before finals came up next week.
I would've been enjoying myself if it hadn't been for the mysterious boy across the room, who was propped up on a bar stool. He was irresistible. From what I could see, he had a strong build and was probably around 6 ft tall. He had dark brown hair and I couldn't quite catch his eyes but I think they were a bluey grey...
"Grayson!" My thoughts were interrupted, "Duuuude are you okay?" Rebecka asked.
"Yeah! I'm fine Beck! Why wouldn't I be?" I quickly snapped back in a overly happy tone trying to convince her I was good.
"Alright, I'll go grab some drinks then?" She questioned. I then nodded and momentarily after that I was left standing there in the middle of everyone.
"You should go talk to him" A voice spoke. My head quickly spun around to face the person behind me.
It was Bonnie. She had a big sneaky grin on her face as she stood there with both arms crossed. "What?" I asked stupidly.
A laugh escaped her mouth. "Oh my gosh, Grayson! Look at yourself! You've been standing there for more than five minutes just staring at the guy. Your clearly not going to be able to enjoy your night if you don't go say hi to him, trust me. I know you." She winked.
"Shutup Bonnie!" I could feel my cheeks go warm. "I do not have to talk to him, I'll be absolutely fine if I don't." I said in defence.
She rose her eyebrows, "Oh really? Then let's leave then. It won't matter if you don't get to talk to him right?" She was teasing me.
"I hate you." I rolled my eyes as the words escaped my lips with a tone that sent the message telling her to stop and that I knew she was right but didn't want to admit it.
" Go talk to him!" And with that she turned and walked off to the dancefloor.
I took a deep breath, "Alright Grayson, you can do this." Saying a few motivational words to myself.
I quickly gathered my thoughts and shook my arms out before beginning to walk towards him. I neared the table and took a seat up on a stool right next to him. "Hi,can I get a shot of tequila?" I asked the bartender, over projecting my voice to try and catch the mystery boys attention.
"Coming right up." He said while pouring it. I was just about to hand over the cash when I heard the voice.
"Drinks on me." It was him. It was the voice of the mystery guy, the one I had been staring at all night. "I'll pay for the pretty lady." He spoke making things more clear.
My head shot over to look at him, my mouth barely opened. "Thanks, but you don't have to do that." I said awkwardly unsure what to say.
He took his next shot and slammed it down on the bar. His head shook back and forth,"Nono, please allow me." He paused , "I'll just keep insisting for you to let me pay if you say no anyways, so please let me treat you." The mystery guy insisted again. He saw a smile creep up onto my face, a grin formed on his as he flashed a quick wink. It sent shivers up my spine.
"Alright, whatever you say." I replied stupidly. I bet I sounded like such a dork. 'C'mon Grayson, act cool' I thought to myself. I opened my mouth, "So if your paying, I think I at least should know your name." My eyebrows rose waiting for him to answer.
He grinned as he pulled out some cash from his back pocket handing it to the bartender. "It's Luke. And yours is?"
That's when our eyes locked. I could feel my stomach start to turn. His eyes were so beautiful, yet mysterious all at once. Now that I had a better look at them, they were definetly a greyish blue. As we kept are eyes locked, I could feel my throat start to close more and more as I got increasingly uncomfortable. There was a pause, then I managed to choke it out.
"I'm Grayson." I smiled, "So what brings you here tonight?" I said in hopes of sparking conversation. He turned and picked up another shot.
" Same reasons I come here almost every night. To drink away my problems and forget about things I might have to worry about." He took back another one.
"Oh well alright then." He didn't sound up for much talking. "What are you worried about?" I asked nervously.
"Wouldn't you like to know, my dear." He was getting awfully sarcastic. This wasn't going so well.
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