Waiting at the bar, in a club, for her friend, who had abandoned her in favor of the dance floor wasn't in her comfort zone. In fact, it fell directly into her uncomfort zone. She sipped her drink and smiled but this was foreign to her, being… social.
She had tried, truly, but the party scene just wasn't for her, she accompanied her friend out, but often she drove home alone with Alya deciding she had more important things to do, or rather, people to do.
She saw an overly-inebriated man making his way over to her with as much grace as a giraffe on roller skates.
She wished Alya would get her ass off the dance floor, this really wasn't something she should be forced to deal with on her own, and honestly she is about .4 seconds from bolting without any regard for her friend.
That was… until she saw him.
In this place of filth and rather questionable dignity, a golden-haired answer to her problems brushed past her, smelling of mint and catching her attention so profoundly she wondered how he didn't have a beacon shining from his brightly-colored locks.
Go get that di-
Okay no.
No.
Bad Marinette.
...but maybe introducing herself wouldn't hurt anyone.
She watched him waltz around the twerk-floor towards the DJ, waving him down and saying something to him, before strutting through the almost-hidden door behind the DJ and disappearing from view.
Well now that wouldn't do, he needed to come back.
She waited around, ordered another drink, saw the drunk man get distracted by a bigger butt who crossed his path and forget about her, before she almost gave up hope of seeing her light-haired angel. Almost.
She turned back towards the bar and was about to pay her tab and leave when she heard someone say something to her.
"Sorry?" Turning around she braced herself to face anything in her way, but thoroughly surprised and delighted to find the mysterious sandy-haired man standing behind her in all his previously observed glory.
"I said, 'Can I grab my drink?'" He said, gesturing to the untouched beverage behind her shoulder with a crooked smile blessing his features.
"Oh, ha ha yeah of course, just let me get under you- i m-mean get you in me- I mean, shit, not in me out of me, no not o-out of me, I mean crap let ME get out of YOU, no let me get out of your way!" She abruptly jumped to the side, almost toppling over if it weren't for her savior's steadying hands and amused features making her wish she was never born.
"You okay there? Or do you still need me to get out of you?" His face barely holding in his laughs that anyone could see were desperately wanting to break his composure.
"Uhh, no, I'm fine, let me just…" she trailed of mumbling the last words and slowly backed herself against the bar, only stopping when her spine bumped into the tabletop and stopped her tactful retreat from the worst fail in human history.
"Hm, would you like to join me up in the VIP section? I think I'd like to talk to you a bit more my dear." He flashed a 1000 watt smile ad nearly scorched her heart upon seeing it.
"Y-yeah okay…" She ended with a small fit of giggles and almost broke her haze right then.
The strange god-like man in front her leaned forward, very slowly, gaining ground towards her face, and just as she started to lean in and close her eyes, she collided with his shoulder as he reached over her and grabbed his aforementioned drink. Stepping back and looking at her he seemed rather mirthful with a small twinkle in his eye.
Marinette quietly cursed herself under her breathe before grabbing her drink and gesturing for him to lead the way.
Chuckling quietly he turned and started a jagged path back towards the DJ before slipping behind the booth. In an effort to not be left behind, Marinette moved twice as fast and turned behind the booth only to bump into a certain sculpted chest.
"Uh sorry I didn't mean to hit on you, I mean hit you!" SHe turned a new shade of red and stared down at her shoes.
Her embarrassed trance was broken by a gentle knuckle under her chin drawing her gaze up and a smirk plastered ona perfect face, "You can hit on me anytime gorgeous."
Was he perfect?
Yes, he is flawless in every way and you should really jump on his d-.
Marinette no.
Marinette yes, one accident and he's in your life forever, just think ab-
"No!"
"Uhh, okay, sorry."
Crap. Looking up she saw emeralds staring down at her, confused and oh-so perfectly uncomfortable.
Wait what?
"Oh uh sorry I didn't mean no, I meant uh I'll keep that in mind?" That ended as a question but he seemed glad with the answer.
Casting a killer smirk in her direction he turned around and swept back the curtain blocking the VIP entrance before grabbing her hand and pulling her along behind him.
Looking round she realized he had taken her to a smaller room with a large couch and a glass wall facing over the dance floor. Weird how she didn't notice this place before.
Searching the crowd, she noticed Alya on the other side of the glass, looking in her direction.
Turning towards it she smiled and gave a little wave, only to be interrupted by a low chuckle. Glancing towards the source of said chuckle she found a sinful devil giving her a charming smile from atop the pile of pillows covering the surface of the couch.
Crossing her arms, but careful not to spill her drink, she regarded him, "What's so funny?".
"Oh nothing besides the fact that it's a double-sided mirror, so whoever you waved at most certainly can't see you." He finished with a knowing look before sipping nonchalantly on his drink, "But please, do go on."
"I… knew that…" She, too, sipped her drink, if only to not meet his gaze.
He, however, let out another belt of low, ache-producing chuckles that caught her attention before she could stop herself.
"Want to join me over here?" He stretched in a cat-like lazy fashion and looked like that couch was the most comfortable thing in the entire world.
Nodding slowly, Marinette slowly made her way towards the couch before sitting and crossing her legs.
"So tell me beautiful, what do I have to do to put a name to your flawless face?"
Shit that was smooth.
Well, you can play this game…
"Show me yours and I'll show you mine… maybe." biting her lip she drew out her final gesture with uncrossing her legs and draping herself over the back of the couch in a rather un-Marinette fashion.
His eyebrows shot up into his hair and a look of deviousness overtook his face.
"What would be my incentive of giving in first?" He leaned towards her with a downright sinful expression spread across his features.
"Why don't you tell me and find out what your reward is afterwards?" Drawing out the last word with half-lidded eyes, she too leaned in.
"Would you like me to spell it out for you?" He glanced down at her lips.
"Only if you know how to use those lips of yours." She stared at his lips too now.
"Well, they call me Adrien." He moved towards her a bit more and she couldn't help but take notice of the rapidly deteriorating distance between their noses.
With low eyelids she brushed her nose against his so softly it might've been the wind, "Adrien… hmm… do I know you from somewhere?"
He gaze never left her lips, slowly closing the distance, he murmured so quietly I almost missed it, "Probably, I'm a model for Agreste…"
Then their lips connected so softly she almost didn't hear what he said all together.
Agreste…
He pushed towards her with more fervor, gently brushing his fingers over and back on her jaw until they rested behind her jaw. Tilting up she felt him scoot closer to her.
Adrien Agreste?
She pulled back suddenly.
Shit.
"I got to go." Standing up she turned and started towards the curtain towards her escape route only to her her hand anchor her back. She turned towards the thing stopping her only to find Adrien's hand in hers and his confused face staring up at her.
"Wait, what, why?" His face looked sinful, and she had to leave, now.
"Uh, my cat has been stuck inside, I have to go walk him." Pulling her hand from his grip she turned and started almost jogging out of the room, ignoring his protest that sounded a lot like 'You don't walk cats!' and rushed towards Alya the moment she saw her on the dance floor.
"Alya, we gotta go, Adrien Agreste is here." Her pleading face broke Alya's dance and she sobered up in record time.
"Say no more girl." She reassured before grabbing her hand and pulling her towards the exit.
If only she was lucky enough.
Something rushed into her and blocked her escape with perplexed emeralds.
"Okay I'm sorry, what did I do wrong there?" He stood a bit taller and completely barricaded her exit. Alya stared at her in panic, gesturing for her to hurry up.
"You didn't do anything, it was a me thing, I have to go." She slipped past him and bolted for the door with Alya by her side, finally bursting into the cool Parisian night and not stopping until she reached her car.
"How many drinks have you had?" She implored, shooting a glancing towards the club entrance and seeing a puzzled angel burst from it's doors, scanning the crowd.
"Just one a while ago, want me to drive?"
"Yes please."
Getting into the car, Alya started the engine and took off.
"Did he find out who you are?"
"Ha, no, I got out of there before he did."
"Good girl."
They drove silent away from the club. Alya quietly humming to the music over the radio, and Marinette staring back the way they came, imagining golden hair and burning green eyes.
oOo
Adrien was more than confused, he was confused and horny, and he didn't know where the hell that goddess ran off to. Just when things were getting interesting too.
Staying outside and looking over the cars in the parking lot he waited for any signs of movement for a few minutes more before he gave up his search and walked back into the club.
He grabbed a new drink and headed towards the DJ booth and held the drink out to Nino.
Taking off his headphones, Nino stooped down, and, seeing the drink as an offering, quickly changed the music to one of his presets before jumping down the join his buddy and whisking his troubled golden boy into the VIP for deliberation.
"What happened to that blue-eyed vixen you had back here not even 10 minutes ago, bro? You chase her off?" His mocha-colored friend took the offered drink and started drinking like it was the end of the world.
"I don't know dude, we kissed and then she like jumped up and said she had to go walk her cat and took off with her friend." Adrien stared down at his lap and the persistence of his smaller friend didn't help his confusion.
Nino almost spit up his drink, "She what?"
Hunching over more he grit out, "She had to go walk her cat." And ended it with a displeased frown and more confusion.
Nino, however, was laughing like he just heard the world's funniest joke.
"Oh my lord dude, ha! That's actually fricking priceless! Ha oh, like for real, where the hell did that come from?" shit-eating grin in place, Nino wiped away a tear and barely pulled himself together.
"I don't know dude, she seemed into the kiss, hell, she basically initiated it!" He threw his hands up like a frustrated child throwing a tantrum.
"Chill Agreste, she probably just got intimidated by the whole model thing, did you tell her you were a model?"
Thinking back he realized he did, just before they kissed, "Oh… yeah, right before we kissed."
"Well there ya go dude!" Nino handed him his empty glass and stood up, effectively ending the conversation, "I told you the chicks freak out over the whole model thing, you should really stopped strutting on that."
"Yeah I know…" Grabbing the drink from his friend he gave him a scrutinizing look, "Did you even taste this drink before you inhaled it?"
"Nope, straight down the hatch without any considerations." Nino gave him an easy smile and clapped him on the back a few times before turning to the curtain and walking towards them with laid-back steps.
"Weird flex, but okay." Grinning Adrien joined him and followed him through the curtains, listening to Nino's laugh echo through the quickly emptying back room.
