Conflicted

Harley's ordinary everyday life seems to get turned upside down from just one decision to throw off his boring routine on a whim and get out with his friend Alex to a club.
-Listen you fucker- my wine slipped from my hand, my back hitting something hard, a body on which I could smell that exact wine I was holding a second earlier. I gasped turning around, only to fall in a trance with the most mesmerizing greyish blue I have ever seen, boring into the soul of the party opposite of me.

English is not my native language so excuse me for any mistakes. It's also my first story. I hope you'll like it ^^