Author's Note: Hello! This is my first story, mostly centered around Saix. Any reviews or words of advice would be much appreciated. Thank you and enjoy!(:
Honestly, I never did have a liking for bars. I don't really like drinking, and when it comes to flirting, I am hopelessly oblivious. The fact that Jessica and Alex could convince me to come at all was almost miraculous. At first, I was reluctant to come, but they wore me down, insisting I come. I am a bit of a loner. Every now and then I have to make myself go out; remind my friends that I'm still alive and still care about them. They're quite great, actually. I am lucky to have met them. I tell them sometimes, but I don't think their importance to me ever really hits. I guess my aloofness has it downsides.
When I meet them outside the bar, Alex runs up and hugs me. I smile and return the gesture. It's always nice to feel that someone is happy to see you. Jessica lags a few feet behind, but not because she isn't happy to see me. She just isn't as affectionate as Alex. I mumble a hello into Alex's hair. "Ah! I'm so happy you came!" I grin now. Alex's ebullience can make anyone smile. "Hey babe," I call out to Jessica. She smiles now. She knows she's the only person I'd ever call babe. It fits for her, with her somewhat dirty-minded sense of humor. She kind of enjoys it. "Hey, Cynthia." I go ahead and pull her into a hug, too. I may be somewhat aloof, but I'm still affectionate towards my friends. I examine their clothes. They both look great. Alex is in a bright blue strapless dress with orange heels. The ridiculously bright contrast works, because it's Alex. It fits her bright personality well. Jessica is in a sexier outfit. She wears and tight-but-not-trashy red dress and black booties. We walk in. Alex quickly darts to a table near the door and sits down, indicating we should follow.
Jessica and I immediately scan the room, looking for anybody attractive. It's pretty busy tonight. Even I must admit that it's a bit of a thrill to feel the men in the room scan your body. It is slightly flattering, even. "Holy crap, Cynthia, there are so many hot guys," says Jessica. She's obviously enjoying the attention her curve-hugging dress warrants. I nod absently. I'm still looking for somebody. "What, do you not agree?" "No, she's just picky," chirps Alex. I would object, but it's true. I spot a man sitting at the bar with striking blue hair that piques my interest. "Hey, do you guys see that guy over there?" "Which one, the tall one with reddish hair or that guy with blue hair?," asks Alex. "The one with the blue hair." "Yeah! Why, do you think he's cute?" "Yeah, actually." And I do. It's kind of surprising, even to me. I usually like guys with sort of classic beauty. You know, symmetrical features, nice build, all that. He does have a nice build, but his features are anything but traditional. I notice he has pierced ears and a scar shaped like an X directly between his eyes. His hair is long, reaching below his shoulders, and his ears appear to be pointed. Somehow, despite his eccentric features, he has an air of responsibility and intelligence about him. He wears a simple white button down and black pants. He holds himself well. I notice how put together he looks and serious he looks. "Hmm… I could see that. He seems sort of mysterious." When Jessica takes notice of him, she shares her opinion. "He's sort of scary." "He is not," I object. "He's just intimidating, is all." She laughs. "You would pick the guy with the blue hair and the X scar." "What is that supposed to mean?" "Nothing. You just have exotic tastes." "I totally do not!" Alex decides to join in the banter. "You gotta let your freak flag fly somewhere," She says with a wink. They're just teasing me now. I roll my eyes, but I do a bad job looking unamused. After all, they're kind of right. "You should go talk to him." I balk at Jessica's suggestion. "…Really?" "I don't see why not." I ponder for a moment. "Come on, Cyn, what's the worst thing that could happen? You can always come back here," chimes Alex. With much encouragement, I push back my cowardliness and walk over to the bar.
When I slide down next to him, he barely takes notice of me. He glances over, then resumes concentrating on his drink. "Hello," I say in a friendly-but-hopefully-not-overly-enthusiastic voice. "Hello." It does not seem like he'll be much of a talker. "I'm Cynthia." I try to guess his age. He doesn't look much older than me. I assume he is about 26, which would make him four years my senior. "…Saix." He could not seem less interested. Just then, the bartender gives me a drink. "Oh, I'm sorry, but I didn't order this." He tells me it's from a man sitting further down. I flash a smile in that general direction as a sign of thanks. Funny how I can attract the attention of the man sitting, like, six stools away but not the man sitting one foot to my left. "So, Saix," at the mention of his name, he sits up a bit but, but I think it's more out of politeness than genuine interest. "Are you here with anyone?" He nods. I flush slightly, embarrassed that I've been pitifully attempting to flirt with a man with a date. He senses my embarrassment. "…But we aren't together." He points to a gorgeous blonde woman with really unique bangs that stick up like antennae. She's in the corner, being chatted up by at least five men. She appears to be enjoying herself very much, savoring the men's admiration. I give him a questioning look. "I'm just keeping her out of trouble." His voice is completely monotonous. He doesn't seem to be having a very good time. "So you're babysitting her?" He almost looks amused at my choice of words. "It's a favor for a friend." It's a weird favor, but I decide not to question him about her anymore. I notice that his eyes are a deep amber color. They're at once slightly creepy and beautiful. He has a slight smile on his face when I realize I've just been gawking at him. I blush, feeling embarrassed once again. "Hey, baby," coos an unfamiliar voice. I turn around to see that guy that bought me a drink earlier. "Oh, hi." I hope I don't seem too standoffish, but I really don't want to talk to him. I start playing with my long blonde hair; I want a distraction from this man. The way he looks at my figure makes me a bit uncomfortable. I notice him unabashedly staring at my chest. "What's your name?" He looks to be at least eight years older than me. Creepy… "Do you mind?" Saix interrupts us. I'm disproportionately grateful for this. I don't want to make awkward small talk with this thirty-something man while he obviously tries to look down my shirt.
Jessica was right; Saix is scary. Scary enough, at least. The creepy guy backs off. "You seemed uncomfortable," he explains. "Thank you," I breathe. "That was almost kind of you." "Almost?" "Forgive me for saying this, but you don't really seem to be the type to dole out random acts of kindness." He smirks. "Maybe I'm a just a nice guy," he says in mock indignation. "Maybe. Maybe I judged you too quickly." I'm intrigued now. None of his words seem to carry any emotion. I want to learn more about him.
A few moments later, my curiosity gets the best of me. "Do you want to get out of here?" He almost looks surprised by my abruptness. He raises an eyebrow. "To talk," I add. "Ah. To talk. Of course." "Really?" I don't even try to hide my surprise. He nods. He has that same amused smirk on his face. He intensely reminds me of somebody, but I can't quite recall whom. We stand up to leave. He is taller than I expected; he is about two and a half inches taller than me in my four inch heels, and I'm fairly tall for a woman. I notice his eyes skim down the length of my body. My slinky dark green camisole and black pencil skirt follow the lines of my figure closely. There is something almost predatory about his eyes, yet it doesn't make me uncomfortable. A particular point of interest for him is the spikes that are fixed to the back of my shoes. "I like to add a touch of aggression to all of my outfits," I explain. He gives me another questioning look. "I'm moonlighting as a fashion student. I find that the whole innocent thing doesn't quite suit me." For the first time all night, he actually seems interested in me. Not as some girl he picked up at a bar, but as a person. He waves at the woman he was supposed to be watching as he walks out. When Alex and Jessica see me leaving with him, Alex is visibly excited for me and Jessica looks proud. She mouths "nice" with a wink as we leave together. He pretends not to notice as he casually holds the door for me. His amber eyes linger on my dark green ones for a few seconds and I return his gaze. "Thank you." "You're quite welcome." As we walk out, he trails a few feet behind, but quickly catches up. "So, where are we going?" "Honestly? I don't know yet." I smile now. I'm reveling in the spontaneity I seem to have magically inherited tonight. He smiles a slight smile, too. Something is off with his, though. I take his returning the gesture to be a good sign. I feel a twinge of desire now. Somehow, I want to make him happy.