— — Alex — —
I watch him dance. It's a kind of awkward, self-conscious shuffle most of the time. But then occasionally he seems to relax and let himself get swept into the music, and damn I wish it could be me that makes him smile like that.
Isaac elbows me "see someone you like?" I'm not really paying attention to him, my eyes focused on this man with the beautiful smile and too tense shoulders. "Yeah..." I breath out.
I see Isaac texting after that. Time passes as I indulge my possibly creeperish ways. I can't possibly be the only one watching him. He just has an aura around him that draws attention to himself. My instincts urge me to kiss him, dominate him, claim him, but that is no way to start a relationship. At least not one that I want to last.
"Which one are you watching?" Isaac yells at me over the music. He waved his phone in front of me. Of course he took a photo. I know he'll keep bugging me til I answer so I point at the dark-haired beauty at the photos edge.
"Huh, he does have a nice ass. Okay, you can have the Isaac stamp of approval. Let's go get you your guy!"
"Wait, what?"
"You can't sit here being a creeper all night."
"I wasn't being a creeper!"
"You've been staring at this guy for at least 20 minutes. Look he's now going to the bar. Go offer to buy him a drink or something.. shoo!"
"But.. I don't know how this works"
Isaac sighs in exasperation.
It's Matt who convinces me to try, as he looks up from his phone and whatever game he's playing. "No regrets" he states giving me that ridiculously serious stare.
"Damn, you even have the Matt stamp of approval... better get going before I snag him." He nods his head towards the bar. My head snaps round before I realise, growling out a threat at the thought of Isaac stealing him from me.
"Geez, I'm joking mate, but that reaction tells you all you need to know. Get gone!"
——Nathaniel——
I hate dancing in front of people, it always feels so freaking awkward. Especially in a club. Especially one this full, when my danger instincts are going off every time someone shoved into me, which is about every 5 seconds. And yet, dancing always feels so freeing as well, when I can just be me and relax, anonymous amongst this hodgepodge of humanity, with none of the expectations or responsibilities of an Alpha Heir.
I leave my human friends on the dance floor, gesturing that I'm going to get a drink. I don't want to stop being tipsy yet, and werewolves metabolise alcohol much faster, so I start pushing my way to the bar.
The bar is set round the corner from the dance floor, just far enough away that you can actually hear what you're ordering, and I try to decide what my poison of choice is going to be this time.
"Excuse me" someone half shouts behind me. I automatically assume it's nothing to do with me, so I'm startled when I'm tapped on the shoulder.
I may freak slightly, spinning round to face this... okay, this really freaking handsome guy with the softest grey eyes I have ever seen.
"Hey" he tries again "I was uh wondering if I could buy you a drink, as you looked... well, stunning on the dance floor, and I don't even know if you'd be up for that, and I'm sorry if this is really awkward..." he scrubbing the back of his neck now, and I think his ears are turning red but it's hard to see in this light. "...because I'm not even sure if you'd even be interested in men, but maybe I could just buy you this drink anyway..." and he's almost stammering, and I can't help it; I giggle.
But a really manly giggle... chortle maybe? I do not giggle! Then I'm just full out laughing, and this guy just has this sweet smile on his face as he slowly gets redder, and this blush is definitely not just the odd lighting. "Yes..." I get out between laughs, "you can buy me a drink, cutie".
— — Alex — —
I have no idea at all what I said but he called me cutie!! Let's get this straight, well gay; I'm not cute, I'm definitely handsome, but I'm still amazed that he seems interested. And if there's anything I've learnt from being friends with Isaac is that if you object to a nickname you'll get stuck with it. From this guy, I'd take cutie any time if it let me get to know him.
I watch him watch me, until he slowly tilts his face, his dark blue eyes slightly dilated due to the gloom and alcohol. "Aren't you going to ask me what I want?" He says, one eyebrow raising.
I lick my lips slowly, leaning in. I brace one arm on the bar next to him; not quite trapping him in, not even quite touching him. "So, what do you want, sexy?" I can hear his breath catch; werewolf hearing for the win! And he audibly gulps. I smirk down at him slightly, fuck, he's stunning.
"Uh... rum and coke? Double shot?" He sounds slightly off-balance.
"Coming right up, sweetie, catch a table for us." I flag down a bartender fairly quickly, ordering the drinks. I get one with ice and one without, not sure which he'll want, before turning to see him sitting in a booth a few metres away. Good, maybe I'll be able to find out a little about this beautiful man if it's quiet enough to talk.
——Nathaniel——
"Thanks for not just ditching me" the guy says as he zeroes right in on me "uh, ice or no?"
"Ice, thanks, need to cool off after the dance floor. I'm glad you could find me, wasn't sure how easy it would be in this crowd"
"You're stunning enough I could find you anywhere" he whispers under his breath.
"Stalker..."
"Until you tell me to fuck off!" He says cheerfully, but his eyes don't quite smile. I wish I could wipe the two little creases in his forehead away.
"I'd rather tell you to fuck me" shit, did not mean to blurt that out "fuck, I'm drunk, fuck, did not mean to say that, fuck..."
"That's a lot of fucking you've got going on there" there's a wry smile to his lips now; he looks like he's laughing at me, and I glare at him playfully. But his forehead is no longer creased, and I hide my smile behind my glass.
"Dance with me" If we're dancing it'll be too loud for us to talk and maybe that'll stop me embarrassing myself further... maybe.
"I'm not sure anyone wants to see my dancing, but... uh... I can try" he half mumbles awkwardly, his hand rubbing the back of his neck again. "Sure" he says at a volume humans could actually hear at, quickly finishing the rest of his drink.
He stands up offering a hand out to me. Tipsy me stares at it for a while, appreciating him not just grabbing me, before the rest of me catches up. I don't bother finishing my drink, not wanting to drink enough to feel ill when I have a cute guy in front of me.
It's when I grab his hand everything goes to shit. Sparks tingle up my arm! Shit! This was not how my evening was supposed to go. I look up at him as he seems to gaze in wonder at our joined hands. Fuck.
I sit back down... and proceed to down the rest of my drink.
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Werewolf"When sparks fly, bonded mates are born!" At least that's what Nathaniel has always been taught to believe in. The problem is what happens next? (P.S I don't know yet either... I haven't written it) -_(• •)_- Note1: While I try to make sure senten...
