Disclaimer: xxxholic ain't mine. It's CLAMP's. :3
Doumeki had been working at the club for only a couple weeks when he first walked in.
He had been alone when he first came into the establishment. And, during the time he stayed, he talked to no one. In fact, very few people seemed to notice the man at all, which Doumeki thought was odd. How could they not notice him, after all?
During that first night, the other man had only stayed for about an hour. He had slipped in the door, and leaned against a wall rather far away from the bar, never speaking, unless spoken to.
For months, the man returned to the club in the same manner, silent, and alone. Unfailably, the man would appear at the exact same time on the exact same day of the week. Every time, the man would stay for an hour, never ordering anything, and would leave just as quietly as he entered.
Doumeki, every time, was interested in this man. It seemed to him, after weeks of observing, that the man was looking for something, or someone, that he clearly hadn't found yet. Doumeki was unusually curious as to what this man was searching for, but, as he worked during the time the man came, he was never able to talk to this enigma of a person.
Finally, though, after months of this same routine, the man did something unexpected.
That day, when he'd come into the club, he'd looked almost dejected, and weary. Doumeki had a sneaking suspicion that it had to do with this thing that the thin, bespectacled man was searching for. The rather downcast male made his way, this time, to the bar, taking the first empty seat he saw, which happened to be right in front of Doumeki.
Doumeki felt an inner glee at this change of events, but, as usual, his expression didn't even falter. The other man, however, didn't seem to notice the bartender's presence, being rather wrapped up in his own thoughts.
"Are you going to order?" Doumeki asked the thin man after several moments of silence. The man, who Doumeki noticed had rather striking blue eyes, jumped almost guiltily in surprise.
"Oh, right. Er.. just whatever is fine," the man said, waving a hand dismissively, barely taking notice of the taller man. Doumeki was almost offended, but something told him he shouldn't be. Oddly enough, Doumeki found him listening to this inner voice as he attempted to think of a drink to serve the blue eyed man.
Suddenly, an idea occurred to Doumeki, and, uncharacteristically making a decision on a whim, he immediately set to work making a drink for the strange man before him. It wasn't long before the drink had been expertly mixed, and Doumeki was pouring the drink into a glass.
What Doumeki did next, however, he would not be able to explain, no matter how he tried on later occasions. He set the drink down in front of the dejected customer, and, his monotone voice and serious expression never faltering, spoke to the man.
"One Screaming Orgasm, on the house."
Needless to say, Doumeki rather enjoyed the other man's violent reaction.
AN: this one I've had bouncing around in my head ever since my friend and I started this roleplay, and her character, a bartender, gave my character, a bar visitor, a drink called a "Screaming Orgasm" and said something similar to what Doumeki says here. I just couldn't resist having Doumeki do it, because it's such a Doumeki thing to do, in my opinion. But, of course only to Watanuki-kun. xD
I'm actually going to make this a series of semi-connected one-shots, so it'll be listed as incomplete for now. So far, I only have one more one-shot planned for this, but I hope I can come up with more. Keep in mind, I may change the status to 'complete' at any time, when I can't think of any more one-shots. But rest assured, you will have at least one more coming your way, when I find the time to type it up... Lol.
I hope you enjoyed. :D