on the rocks. - brightwin au (may continue)

Chapter 3 (WIN)

The drink burned my tongue and set it on fire. The concoction slid down my throat but it surprisingly turned warm and calm, contrasting the prickle of it on my taste buds just a while ago.

I remember all the times when I've went to bars with my friends, both male and female. I recall all the times I've been drunk, the glowing lights showering down on me making my skin look like it was glowing gold. My cheeks flushed and red while hooting and swaying my hips to the beat while my friends cheered me on and both love struck girls and boys looked on, entranced by the way I moved with the flow of the music, tapping my heels this way and that and occasionally pretending to accidentally lift up my shirt so that they can see the stomach underneath.

Yeah, I turned really daring when I was drunk. Like, really daring. I was a like a hyperactive child who had a skip in their step when sober. When I was drunk? Well....maybe my actions could speak for themselves.

Yep, I think it's safe for you to call me a bit...wild. But I'm sensible, okay. Sometimes.

My senses numbed a little more and then I forced myself to put the glass down, my head swirling a bit.

I would not loose control this time.

And it would be for the best.

To be honest, I didn't trust this guy completely enough, even though he had just explicitly stated that he hadn't had sex in...a year or two?

I didn't even try to recall all the details. He may or may not be up to something. I have to put myself on high alert for any red flags or suspicious behavior, which I was an expert at identifying at. Unless he asks for a hookup, an offer which I won't turn away and would gratefully accept. He's handsome enough anyway, and damn, I needed....something. Something to fill up and replace the stress that was growing inside me.

Now that I'm very slightly tipsy, I felt my hormones creeping back to me, very slowly enough that I didn't see them coming at first, but now I could feel them; stirring themselves up in the pit of my stomach, making the desperation grow bigger.

I clenched my fist, bit my lip so hard that it drew little pinpricks of blood, and repeatedly chanted  in my head.

I would not lose control. I would not lose control.

I tried to distract myself by staring at him, the guy who I bumped into earlier and talked me into taking some drinks with him (I STILL DON'T KNOW HIS NAME) sitting in front of me across the table. He had just uncapped a bottle of beer and poured it into a paper cup before sprinkling his drink with little ice cubes, then bringing the cup to his lips and gulped. It was an unexpectedly sexy wet sound that I somehow heard over the slow jazzy music. The sound made me gulp too.

That actually didn't distract me. Instead of what I hoped would happen, my pants grew even tighter than before, and I slapped my thigh through my pants.

You slut. You horrible dick-slut.

Yeah....I'm gay.

So what about it?

People close to me, my loved ones and my coworkers didn't know I was gay. I've hidden it for....how many years? Yeah, 6 years it is. I've been closeted for 6 fucking years already.

Nobody else knew that I was gay.
Nobody close to me knew.

Well, except for the random men who I had met on dating apps and sex with. Everyone needed to have a little fun in their lives, right?

But I've actually stopped meeting up with men after I got accepted into my job. There simply wasn't any time for sex. Although I got really horny most of the time, and often just relieved myself after a stressful work day. That was almost enough for me. Almost.

And yes, I am inexplicably turned on and horny for this man, whose name I still didn't know. Might as well know his name and make a good, if not, handsome and hot acquaintance.

I took a sip of my drink and cleared my throat to get his attention. "You know, you still haven't told me your name yet."

His eyes met mine and my breath hitched softly. Goddamn.

We stared at each other for a moment; his eyes were scrutinizing mine for a few seconds before he spoke in that soft, sultry voice of his that made me shake a bit and fiddle with the hem of my work blouse.

"Bright. My name is Bright."

"That's a nice name," I replied, feeling my cheeks warm. I couldn't tell if it was because of how many drinks I've had or it was because of...well, you know.

I turned away my attention from Bright, who was looking at me with an extremely indecipherable look on his face (possibly confusion or admiration...okay, I'm going way overboard) and focused on the music. Because of all my panicking from earlier because of Bright (alright I kinda LOVE the sound of his name already please don't blame me), I hadn't noticed that my most favourite song was being played already. I've never ever heard it playing in bars before, so hearing it while being horny and wanting to be riled was a pleasant surprise. It kinda decreased my horniness or something, which was a good thing.

The lead singer had amazing vocals, and so did her partner, who was playing the piano along to the instruments. When I turned myself to the music, they were singing the first chorus already accompanied by the jazzy instruments of the songs, and I couldn't help but sing along, swaying in my seat:

"Now we're drunk off this sweet mood in the air
And falling head over heels without a care
As the ice in our drinks starts to all melt away,
Our inhibitions and rules seem to do the same"

Surprisingly, Bright joined me in the last two lines of that first chorus, doing the part of the guy in the song. I don't know, but I heard our voices over the singers and I could say that the song definitely felt more... sultry and seductive when we sang it. Like when we joined in to sing, it somehow added to the mature feel of the song.

Ugh. What am I even thinking? I'm most certainly not a poet, okay? I don't know where those words came from.

"You have a nice voice," Bright spoke, holding his plastic cup in his long fingers again and swirling the drink around inside it. "Look at that. The ice has melted. What a waste. It isn't even that hot here."

I blinked at the word hot and forced myself to gulp down another mouthful of my own drink. It burned the hell out of my tongue, but what did I care?

I just want to drown myself in alcohol courage before saying things that I probably will regret after this night.

Well. If there's just the two of us and we don't even know each other, what would be the harm on hitting on him and trying to get him to fuck?