on the rocks. - brightwin au (may continue)

Chapter 4 (BRIGHT)

I picked up my paper cup and sloshed the drink in it again. Silently, I watched it turn into a whirlpool of bubbles, sucking up the last of the melting ice in it.

I raised my head to look at my companion sitting across from me, gulping down his drink like there was no tomorrow. Even underneath the warm, neon colored lights, I could tell that he was definitely drunk. His eyes were lidded heavily, eyelashes all aflutter and batting. His face was red and lips shaped into this perfect neutral line. Kinda beautiful to be honest, but I won't let myself think of those things. I wanted to unwind. I wanted to have a drink with this total stranger, which was precisely the thing that I was doing right now.

And yet...and yet...

Wasn't this enough for me?

I snapped back to life as he slammed his cup down a little too forcefully on our table. He wiped his lips with the back of his hand.

Wait. Fuck, I still don't know his name. Isn't it kinda rude to not know his name but he knows mine?

Gathering up my courage, I coughed a little loudly, clearing my throat to get his attention.

"Pardon me if I'm mistaken, but I haven't heard you telling me your name yet."

He threw his head back and laughed, a wonderful sound that filled up the void between us. From my place and at this angle, it was easy to view the creaminess of his neck and blur out everything so that it looked like it was only me and him in this god-forsaken world filled with colors. A bit different from earlier, it looked like someone splattered drops of red paint on it, making it all looked flushed prettily. If you ask me, anyone can just pounce on him without warning. Because it was incredibly sexy.

And, oh god, was it tempting as fuck. I wanted to reach my fingers out and watch helplessly as the last of my self-control faded away into nothing, my hands flirting with the material of that stupid blue....thing, that I.D. that hung precariously, begging to be ripped off.

I wanted....to...

Pressing my palm underneath my chin, I had just realized my face was hot and burning. Maybe I had drank too much. Yeah, that was probably it.

"Oh, god. No need for such formalities!" he laughed, hiccuping in between gasps. "Anyways, my name is Win. Win Metawin. Heard of it yet?" Win said in a dramatic tone then winked. I shook my head slightly, not getting what he was trying to say.

"Some say I've got quite the reputation around bars like these."

What?

Without even thinking of it, my hand brought itself to my chest, trying to calm the rapid beating of my heart as I tried to take in all what he said.

"Are...are you fucking serious, Win?! You've got to be kidding me."

"Of course I am joking around, why would you expect me to be serious?" Win replied, giggling softly and dragging a fingertip up and down his cup. I helplessly watched it, drawn to the little things he did that held so much charm. "I'm not a slut, thank you very much. But I'm gonna be honest here; I'm kind of a guy magnet. Seen them all in every bar I've gone to. The stupid little things, willing to bow down and get on their knees whenever I breathe. Kinda fun to play with them, but I rarely give them what they want. As if I'd do that."

My mind was racing, unable to put the pieces together as his words rushed in a flurry through my head.

"Y-you're....you're gay?"

Win shot me an incredulous look, them nodded. "I am, and you look like you have a problem with that...?"

"Shit, I'm not homophobic, I'm sorry. It's just that....sexuality is kind of a taboo subject around where I live."