The Twilight Twenty-Five
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Prompt: #8
Pen Name: Melendine
Pairing/Character(s): Edward/ Jasper
Rating: T
Word Count: 497
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Warnings; UK drinking age, slash.
JPOV
Here I was, a 22 year old guy, spending my Friday evening with my ex & our best friends. Instead of being at a sports bar I was at this cocktail bar with the 4 of them gossiping about our men. Or lack of in my case. I became the 9th wheel after I broke up with Alice. There as a spare but never paired up. When I'd been with Alice I fit in to our group nicely, but after I came out, 2 months ago, I had no choice but to breakup with Alice, my best friend. The fallout wasn't as bad as it could have been. No one treated me any differently, but it was awkward when Peter started joining our group as Alice and I had so much shared history.
Part of that shared history was why I was here now. Last year Alice got it in to her head that we must find a decent cocktail bar in the local area. Since we were 18 we had gone to almost every alcohol serving establishment in the area. But the cocktail bars were known for their expensive drinks which were not compatible with a student's budget. So it was only a month before we graduated university we visited one. It was because of that visit that I came out. The evening had been going well, Alice was telling me about her new designs for her clothing range and I was complexly engrossed with listening to her talk about her passion. It was only when we heard last call did I see the bartender. The bartender was the hottest guy I had ever seen. I was so transfixed I didn't realize Alice had stopped talking to me. My thoughts were solely on this guy. Alice confronted me when we got back my dorm and I couldn't deny it any longer. I had been holding out hope that I was just bi-curious but my reaction to him proved that I am gay.
So here I was, 3 months afterwards, trying to find the courage to flirt with the guy. After an hour of only going up when he was busy the girls had had enough. They had dragged me to this bar flirt with him and they weren't going home until I had his contact details. I tried to point out that he may be straight or taken but Angela had already inquired with another member of staff as to his status, gay and available.
In the end Rosalie all but shoved me towards the bar with an order for 4 Cranberries and rum cocktails. It had quietened down significantly and I was soon face to face with my crush. I stammered out the order and tried to flee but his arm grabbed mine, trapping me.
Whilst he didn't kiss me then, I left the bar with 4 drinks, a business card after handing over my own and a promise.
Tomorrow is our first date.
