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Alec tapped the bar absentmindedly with his index finger, staring wistfully into his still full glass. The bright, multicolored lights were flashing throughout the club, groups of people clustered along the dance floor, dancing and grinding back and forth. The ground shook with every thump of the blasting music.
Sitting alone at the bar in a club filled with drunken teenagers was quite possibly one of the very last ways Alec wanted to be spending his Saturday night, but his sister, Isabelle, had insisted. She had arrived at his front door just a few hours ago, demanded he make himself presentable, and then dragged him from his apartment. She had claimed she needed someone to drive her home, since she was planning on getting wasted, but both Isabelle and Alec knew she could have just as easily gotten a cab. No, Alec was well aware that the real reason she had hauled him to the club was that she was worried about him. She had reminded him more than once that wasting away his life in the solitary confines of his apartment was not natural; rather, she had declared, it was the best possible way to ensure that he would die alone. He hadn't the heart to tell her that everyone died alone, whether or not you were in a relationship.
At the moment, Isabelle was dancing vivaciously on the floor, hands braced against the back of someone standing in front of her, eyes closed and hips swaying. Alec sighed, swishing the brown liquid in his glass around. He didn't know why he'd ordered it: he didn't even drink. He sniffed at the alcohol, then pushed the glass away, disgusted.
He suddenly felt someone tap his shoulder lightly.
"Are you waiting for someone?" Alec nearly jumped a foot in the air at the sound of the voice that had abruptly appeared behind him. Blushing furiously at having been scared so easily, he turned to look at the person who had very nearly given him a heart attack.
He blinked, looked, and blinked again, sure the person in front of him was a figment of his imagination, caused by the sudden rush of blood to the head he has just felt. But no, the stranger had to be real, as Alec was fairly sure his imagination was not quite creative enough to come up with this. The man standing in front of him was tall, probably an inch or two taller than Alec, and was muscular and lithe, like a cat. He had olive-colored skin, and black hair spiked into what could only be described as a perfectly controlled, artistically arranged bed-head. His almond shaped eyes were outlined in gold eyeliner and showered in sparkles, but even his eccentric make-up could not hope to match the brilliance of his eyes. Those eyes, Alec thought to himself. He could've stared at them all day. They were green with flecks of gold and had elongated, slit pupils, like a cat. They almost seemed to have their own luminescence, they glowed so brightly. Alec shivered imperceptibly, his own ice-water blue eyes taking in the man's attire.
His shoes were black, knee-high boots with rainbow soles, and he wore skin-tight, glittery green jeans that somehow managed to catch the color of his eyes just so, paired with a plain black vest that hung open, exposing his bare chest underneath. And what a nice chest it was, Alec thought to himself, plainly staring at the hard plains of the man's stomach, the carefully defined muscles, somehow unable to pull his eyes away.
Alec vaguely registered the sound of the strange man clearing his throat, placing his hands on his hips.
"Enjoying the view?" Alec tore his eyes from the man's chest, embarrassed that he had been caught staring so openly. He ducked his head quickly, hoping the dark lights of the club would be enough to hide his bright red cheeks. He glanced up to the man's face once more, quickly snatching another peek at his spiked hair before looking away again, unable to hold his piercing gaze. Alec's mind struggled to form a coherent thought, to string a couple words together, anything to stop those strangely beautiful, unnerving cat eyes from staring at him so intensely.
"W-what?" Alec sputtered, mentally smacking himself for sounding so incompetent. The man's lips twitched up into the shadow of either a smile or smirk; Alec could not tell which.
"I asked if you were waiting for someone?" He said, gesturing at Alec's still full glass. Alec refused to meet his gaze, studiously picking out the finer cracks and imperfections in the bar instead. He could almost feel the man's eyes on him, watching him. Alec's heart was pounding faster than he had thought possible, until he was sure it was going to beat its way out of his chest. He swallowed, suddenly wishing he had decided to take at least one sip of his drink.
"Um, n-no. I'm alon- no, wait. I mean, I-I am here with someone, they...they just..." He trailed off, glancing back to the dance floor that, now of all times, Isabelle was noticeably absent from. "Well, I mean, they were over there, but, um...they seemed to have...um..." His voice drifted off into a whisper as even more blood rushed to his face. He gripped the bar with one hand, fervently wishing that the ground would open up and swallow him whole, but with no such luck.
"I see." The man said. Alec gripped the bar even harder, his knuckles turning white. Close your eyes, count to ten, click your heels three times... he thought to himself, resorting to counting the number of specks of paint on the counter. "Well, there must be something pretty damn interesting on that bar." The man declared, peering at Alec strangely. Alec bit his lip. Say something!Anything! He mentally berated himself.
"Um, yah. It's, uh, made of some real quality...um...wood." Was it too late for the apocalypse? For flying pigs, for mammoth snails, for a giant man-eating monster to appear out of the wall? Would god do nothing to help him? Alec wondered, reminding himself that this was why he never left his apartment, and this was also why he was planning on never doing so again.
Geeze, could he really not even lace together one coherent sentence when he was in front of a stranger? Even if said stranger was extremely hot and, well, for all considerable purposes, shirtless? There was a momentary pause in the music as the songs changed, and Alec gathered up his courage, and what little remained of his pride, as he prepared to say something to counteract his previous statement. What should I even say? He wondered. Should I ask him if he wants to dance? Hold on, does that sound too gay? Is he straight? Do I even want to dance? Wait, no straight man could wear that much glitter, right? Alec bit his lip. When did talking become so difficult?
"Cat got your tongue?" The man asked from behind him. Exasperated, and determined that if he could not talk to this person, then the least he could was look at him, Alec turned around, reaching his gaze upward until his eyes met those of the stranger. He was standing with one hip cocked to the side, and one delicate eyebrow raised, waiting for an answer. Alec hadn't even said anything yet, and he could already feel himself blushing. Say something, damn it! His eyes could not help but flick down to the man's toned chest once again.
"You have some very nice...uh, stomach muscles." Alec managed to sputter out, his face red as a tomato.
"Why thank you. I like to think so myself, but it's always nice when someone complements your appearance, especially when they happen to be staring so openly." He winked at Alec's dumbfounded expression. "Don't worry, love, looking's free, but touching will cost you." What is wrong with me? Alec wondered, having to physically restrain himself from reaching up a hand to fan his heated face as the man readjusted his vest, exposing a strip of skin just above the waistline of his jeans. Alec gulped. Isabelle, any time now would be great...
"What's your name?" The man asked, pinning Alec with his burning gaze once again.
"Alec." He breathed.
"Well, Alec, you have the most beautiful eyes. Would you care to come home with me for the night?" Alex's eyebrows shot up towards is hairline. He was just so...straightforward; it threw Alec completely off balance. Alec backtracked furiously. What the hell do I say to that? How does he even know I bat for that team? Alec didn't think then, just opened his mouth and hoped his tongue knew what it was doing, because his brain certainly didn't.
"I don't, uh, swing that way. Sorry."
"Oh really?" Oh shit. Alec thought. How do I prove it? Hold on, why'd I tell him I was straight? ... Damn it, stop staring at his abs!
"Uh, yah. I'm actually here with my girlfriend. She's...uh...over there." Alec waved his hand vaguely in the air, not pointing in any real direction.
"And what's her name again?"
"Um..." Think, Alec, think! "Ya know..." The man raised an eyebrow.
"May I meet her?" Alec wanted to slap himself, and then punch himself, and then quite possibly run himself into a wall so that he might pass out and finally stop making a complete and utter fool out of himself.
"You know, I don't think that's such a great idea..." The man smiled and winked at Alec with one glittery eyelid.
"Sure it is! I would just love to meet your girlfriend, Alec. Where is she?" The man asked, looking over Alec's shoulder, appearing as if to be searching for Alec's mysteriously absent girlfriend.
"Uh, right over there, I think." Alec mumbled, turning around and hoping with hope beyond hope that his dear sister, who had never once in his lifetime left him alone when he wanted to be alone, would appear the one time he did actually need her. No such luck. Shitshitshitshitshitshit. Alec thought.
"Oh! There she is!" Alec said, waving at some invisible figure as he jumped down from the stool he was sitting on and weaved his way through the crowd, the stranger close behind him. Alec glanced around for a female, any female at all that looked like they were relatively alone. Frantically, he finally spotted one in a corner, a pretty brunette walking aimlessly through the crowd, a glass in one hand. Alec charged toward the girl, scowl set in place as he realized he was being manipulated so easily, and by a stranger at that. The brunette didn't even glance at Alec as she walked right past him, headed to the bar. With a giant step, Alec lunged at her, grasping her arm with his hand, unfortunately happening to grab the hand she was holding her drink with.
The cool alcohol splashed into Alec's face and down the front of his shirt, bathing him in the putrid smell. Wrinkling his nose in disgust, Alec tightened his grip on the girl, spinning her around to face the stranger.
"I'm so sorry!" The girl gasped, swiping at Alec's dripping face with her hand, and missing by quite a large margin. Great. She's drunk. Alec mentally cursed himself.
"Oh, don't worry about it, um, honey. I just wanted you to meet my...friend." Alec motioned at the man. The girl nodded brightly, before something seemed to register in her mind, and she frowned.
"Hold on, I don't know y-" Alec yanked on the girl's arm.
"You're right, you don't know him. So I'm going to introduce you." Alec said, squeezing the fingers he had wrapped around the girl's arm threateningly.
"Right..." She said, obviously confused. The man raised his eyebrows, but made no comment. Alec could feel his black shirt sticking to his chest as the alcohol dripped down his skin, and he grimaced at the sensation.
"So, um, this is my girlfriend, uh-" He turned to the girl, trying to communicate his intentions with his eyes.
"Um, Rachel. My name's Rachel." She said before reaching out and shaking hands with the man, still frowning, teetering and swaying slightly on her feet.
"Right, uh, Rachel. And this is my friend - um, I actually don't know your name." Alec said, turning to the stranger. The man's eyes lit up as he grinned, flashing a thousand watt smile at Alec. As he opened his mouth to speak, Rachel leaned in closer so she could hear the man's response over the pounding of the music, and Alec unconsciously did as well, wanting to know just who this curious, flamboyant, hot, cat-eyed man was.
"Call me Magnus."
AN: So...this is my first time writing anything like this, so bear (?) with me if its a little messy ;)
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