2:36 AM

Severa, help me D:

wat its like 3 am

I got hit on

good 4 u

No you don't understand it was a guy dressed like a vampire

isnt that like what u go for?

Ha ha. :T

gr8 job. nite

SEVERA PLEASE this is serious he was cute

(Message read at 2:40 AM)

What were friends even for? Inigo pocketed his phone, tugging his jacket tighter around himself against the wind. After Owain had left, the vampire people mingled until they were kicked out. The kitchen was practically cleaned up and so Inigo was one of the last people left, besides the dishwasher. He was politely pushing people towards the door, kindly asking them to leave for at least half an hour before they actually did . And as soon as they had, he was out the door after them. He didn't even bother zipping up his jacket, making a dash out towards his apartment. It was definitely a weird night.

Inigo pulled the crumpled note out of his pocket, examining it again. The handwriting was messy, probably because it was dark, and obviously written hastily. Maybe he was nervous? He smiled to himself at that; of course he knew he was a heartbreaker. Wait, no, that wasn't the point! Yeah he'd be flirted with by other guys, but the...the outright forwardness threw him off. It was bothering him that he was so bothered by this whole thing. Some loser kid comes in and suddenly, Inigo's in high school again, getting flustered about an upcoming dance.

He unlocked the front door and jammed the elevator button, wanting to crash into bed as soon as possible. He flipped on his phone quickly while the elevator rose, but Severa was apparently asleep. Damnit. He flicked the light on in his apartment and threw his jacket down over the back of the couch, then turned into his checked his phone once more, but the only thing looking back at him was the pinup girl on his lock screen. Inigo sighed and tossed it onto the bed, stripping for bed.

So he was just going to have to deal with this himself. The obvious answer was to ignore the note, take it as a compliment and go about his life. Except the boy would probably be back in a month. Oh that would be awkward, so definitely out of the question. Tugging on a pair of pajama pants, he ran over his options in his head:

Text him immediately and tell him how flustered you was definitely out. Let him know via text that you're flattered by his attention but aren't interested. Well that would be….a bit of a lie, but it would probably solve the problem. Then he'd just ask for every VLARP off for the rest of his life. Wait a day and casually ask him how he thought the event was. Well that might work, if not make him seem too eager.

None of these were great options. He pawed with his phone, flopping down onto the bed and ran a hand through his hair with a sigh. Either way, texting him at this time of night was out of the question. Maybe he'd call his mom for advice. Plugging in his phone, Inigo rolled over and exhaled heavily, letting himself drift off to sleep.

He didn't text him. It was probably the worst option but Inigo was a self-described coward. Ok, more like everyone else called him one so he just accepted it. It had been almost two weeks since the VLARP and he was still pretending it didn't happen. Owain didn't appear to be a regular at the bar on any other nights, but that was probably because the kid was just that; a kid. Still, it didn't stop Inigo from sneaking nervous glances across the crowds during peak hours, wiping a counter that had already been wiped down a hundred times that evening. It was starting to become pathetic.

"Starting to?" Severa said, rolling her eyes, as she sat across from Inigo at the nearby Starbucks before work, "More like you're actually the lamest person I've ever met."

"You say that every time we hang out," Inigo whined, pulling the straw out of his venti frappuccino, sucking the whipped cream off the bottom sulkily.

"That's because it's true. Now either text this boy or stop flipping your shit over him. Aren't you like twice his age anyway?"

"Rude," Inigo snapped back, "I'm twenty-four. And he's like, youngest, eighteen. And that's not the point!"

"What is the point then?" Severa snipped, "I can't believe you're this nervous about some overconfident kid in vampire fangs. Are you even listening to yourself?" She continued, before taking a sip of her own coffee.

"The point is….well yeah, I can't believe I'm nervous too. I'm a ladies man, Severa," he continued, ignoring the snort she gave him, "I'm not supposed to get all butterfly sweaty palms doki about a boy ."

"What, you're having some kind of sexuality crisis here? People are gay, Inigo. Gay, bi, whatever. It's not that big of a deal."

Inigo slurped at his drink, trying to get the last bit of cream at the bottom, before putting it down in frustration, "I'm not gay!" he insisted, a little too loudly. The barista glanced at him, and Inigo mouthed an apology.

"Ok, so bi, preference to girls. Who cares. I'm gay, my mom is too, it's not that weird." Her sentence earned her an overdramatic raised eyebrow from Inigo.

"Wait how did I not know you were into girls too? You never agree with me when I talk about them?" Inigo looked a bit shocked, but intrigued.

"Because I don't have your slutty tastes, idiot. I have more…." she paused, "...Intellectual interests." Inigo grinned at her, then leaned closer across the table, egging her on, "Ok there's this girl at my university ok? She's….cute." She blushed a bit, waving her hand to get Inigo out of her personal space. He obliged, but didn't stop his smug grin.

"Hey," she continued, "This isn't about me, ok? This is about you and your vampire lover."

"Could you maybe say that louder?" Inigo muttered, running a hand through his bangs, embarrassed.

"Sure. This is about you and your vampire boyfr-" she was cut off by Inigo shoving his hand over her mouth, and she bit him.

"Oh my god I HATE you," he smiled, foiling his words, and Severa gave him a smirk back. Despite questioning, Severa remained tight lipped about this 'mysterious university girl', despite Inigo buying her another coffee (damn her). They left for work not long after, and he couldn't catch her again before she slipped home before him.

He didn't even really think about Owain until a day before the next VLARP, which apparently he had been scheduled for. Inigo groaned and looked at Severa, who looked away and began whistling. Uh oh.

"Kjelle, can I talk to you for a minute?" Inigo tapped his boss on the shoulder. The woman turned around, all six feet of her overshadowing him, causing a drop in his confidence. Kjelle had started out as a bouncer, and the damn fitness freak still intimidated everyone who worked there.

"What is is, Inigo? I'm in the middle of something…" she held up a clipboard as if to prove her point, narrowing her eyes.

"Uh, well….." What was he asking for again? Man Kjelle was scary when she was moody, "I was wondering….well….so, something came up and I can't work on Wednesday."

"It's a bit short notice, and besides didn't you request it? Severa mentioned you enjoyed it last month, so I have you on every one for the next few months."

"Ah, she said that did she? Well, I think I'm going to have to-"

"Out of the question." Kjelle cut him off curtly, turning around to continue taking fridge temperatures. Inigo sighed and slumped his shoulders dramatically. Severa whisked past him with an almost teasing spring in her step, and Inigo resisted the urge to trip her.

Wednesday came. Apparently, so had he. Inigo refused to consider the implications of whatever wet dream he might have had, and hopped into the shower, letting the water wash over him. He couldn't remember the last time he had done something likethat ; how embarrassing. He worked the shampoo into his hair, and as he closed his eyes, he caught the remnants of his dream. Rough hands, soft lips. His cock twinged at the thought, and he turned the water to cold.

By the time he got out, it was almost 4:00 in the afternoon. Bar life didn't exactly contribute to a healthy sleep schedule. His head still buzzed from last night - Severa had insisted they hit some 24 hour bar after work and had offered to treat him, perhaps in remorse for signing him up for every VLARP the bar hosted for the rest of his life. Either way, it wasn't his most informed decision for a Tuesday night, but that was adulthood. A pair of toaster waffles and half a carton of milk later, and Inigo was ready to go. He texted Severa quickly;

3:51 PM

You working tonight? :/

y wud i go out if i was

bio paper needs me

Severa you asshole.

gud luck babe

Inigo checked his phone several times before work, but that was all Severa was giving him. He felt a strange knot in his stomach as he pushed his way through the employee entrance door, smiling politely at Kjelle who was checking the recent shipment of lemons.

"Inigo, we got more Clamato, it's in the back," she called out after he clocked in, "You'll need i-"

"I know," he cut her off curtly, with more ice than he intended, "Sorry, I'm just a bit stressed," he immediately went to defend himself, but Kjelle just smiled back at him.

"Don't worry, it's always a bit overwhelming the first few times."

Inigo replied with a tight smile of thanks, then grabbed a carton full of Clamato, and brought it up to the bar fridge.

The doors opened at 6, and the first of the VLARP crowd filed into the bar, grabbing the quiet corner seats. Inigo nervously wiped down the table, eyes flicking upward every time a blonde man walked in. He bent down the check his phone one too many times, not sure what he was looking for. After the first hour, Inigo found himself breathing easier; maybe he wasn't coming tonight.

It was then, as if the universe was conspiring against him, that Inigo saw him making his way to the bar. Oh god .

It was probably because he had been on the lookout for a dramatic cape and victorian era clothing that he missed Owain. Tonight was something totally different; faded ripped jeans, a bit too tight to be appropriate, a navy tank top under a patched leather jacket, and to top it off, an earring that matched Inigo's in his left ear. Inigo felt his pulse tighten, and he suddenly found himself fascinated with the floor.

"Hey," Inigo glanced upwards and found himself face to face with the source of his turmoil all month, "What's a guy gotta do to get something to drink around here?" His voice was gruffer than it was before - lost were the languid tones of a cat playing with a mouse, and in its place was something more modern, a bit rough around the edges.

"Uh, s-sorry, what'll it be?" Inigo plastered on his bartender's smile, grabbing a glass.

"Whiskey, on the rocks," Owain smirked, sitting down at the bar. He seemed to be without his friend this time. Inigo smiled and nodded, putting down the highball glass and putting a whiskey tumbler on the bar instead. As he dropped a few ice cubes in, he glanced up at Owain again, deciding to start up conversation.

"Going for a different look this month?" He smiled, pouring some of the high shelf whiskey into the glass, "Also I'll need your ID." If he couldn't drink it, maybe Inigo could down it in the back. He might need it.

To his surprise, Owain slid over a drivers licence, smugly reaching for the glass. Inigo eyed it; twenty-one, supposedly. It looked pretty fake. He slid it back, saying nothing.

"I'm a different character this month," Owain took a sip, making a face that suggested perhaps he liked the Bloody Mary better, then continued, "I like to switch it up. Haven't heard from you, did you get my note?"

There it was - out in the open.

"Uh, yeah, I just….couldn't find the time," Inigo laughed nervously, not meeting his eyes.

"Then it isn't that you're disinterested?" Owain rested his head on his hands, narrowing his eyes in a way that shouldn't have looked as hot as it did.

"So, what's this other 'character' then?" Inigo abruptly changed subjects, pretending to busy himself with cutting lemon wedges.

"Oh, I'm a 90's era punk who was turned vampire for his abilities to fight with knives," Owain grinned, happy to share his story, "I'm working for some higher ups in the clan. Aggressive, sexy, that kind of thing."

"Do all your characters share the 'sexy' trait?" Inigo asked, immediately regretting his wording, "Uh, that is…"

"Well vampires ARE sexy," Owain retorted, taking another swig from his drink. Inigo snorted despite himself.

"So shouldn't you go be sitting by your 'master's' side then?" Inigo tried to keep his face straight, but a grin broke through anyway.

"Ah, but my lovely bartending friend," Owain leaned closer and looked up at him through lidded lashes, "I'm not here for her. I'm here for you ."

Inigo swallowed, his face inches from the young blonde. There was that direct flirtation again - that forwardness that Inigo tried to ignore but couldn't help reacting to. He sputtered out a response

"Uh, wh-wha...w-well you, I mean," It was a spectacular failure.

"Hey, I gotta go do something real quick, but I'll be right back," Owain suddenly pushed his chair back, downing the rest of the whiskey before winking and turning to a crowd that was beginning to form. Inigo felt his cheeks reddening - whatever he just tried to say, it made him sound even more pathetic than he felt. He watched Owain slip off into the group, where some sort of rock paper scissors competition appeared to be happening. He bent over the bar, inhaling deeply. This was actually going to kill him.

Glancing up, he tried to follow what sort of commotion was happening. The music muffled what appeared to be an argument, and he saw Owain standing next to one of the participants, looking wide eyed, toothy, and feral. He reached into his jacket to pull out something, but instead of a knife, he made a scissor motion with his hand. Apparently, he won, as the person across from him grabbed their arm in mock pain and fell to their knees. Another rock paper scissors game - another win, the figure doubling over with Owain standing over him. He mocked spitting on them, then walked away, standing next to the woman he was defending before, who ran a hand through his hair. Inigo felt his heart sink.

The confrontation appeared to be over, and Owain walked back to the bar, sliding into his seat confidently. Inigo ignored him.

"Sorry, had to fulfill my duty as a dog. Another Whiskey, if you would," Owain straightened his jacket, turning to Inigo whose disposition had completely changed, "Oh, what, aren't impressed by my amazing combat skills?" Inigo sniffed and poured him another drink. Smirk turning to a scowl, Owain took the glass and drank from it, "Hey, you're not jealous are you?" he raised an eyebrow and Inigo bristled.

"Jealous? You're here on a Wednesday night dressed like a wannabe punk vampire and I'm jealous of you?" Inigo thought aggressively, but exhaled and gave a more work appropriate answer; "Yes, I truly wish I could be as cool as you," he smiled, no hint of irony in his voice despite his feelings.

"Hey," Owain leaned across the bar again, causing Inigo to lean back in surprise, "Don't say anything, ok?" he blinked in response, as Owain suddenly pushed the chair back again and, striding around the bar, ducked behind it on Inigo's side. The bartender nervously watched him as he settled between his legs. Inigo mouthed him a "what are you doing?!" before tearing his eyes away to look anywhere else. The group was having some kind of congregation, and those around the bar peeled away to join it, leaving him alone with the blonde below him. He braced his hands against the bar, tilting his head down to look at the blonde, who winked up at him before unzipping his pants.

This. Was. Not. Happening. But indeed it was, and Inigo stifled a gasp as he felt his pants peel away, warm hands running down his legs. He couldn't stifle the whimper though as Owain placed his lips over his obvious interest in what was happening. Hot breath caused goosebumps to erupt all over Inigo, and the music's bass hummed deep within his body. The blonde's tongue ran down his length, impressively well, and Inigo silently cursed. He was going to be fired. This was the end. Someone was going to find out and he'd be out of here before he could com- oooohhhhhohmyGOD

Owain had slipped a finger under his boxers, and pulled them down in one swift motion, suddenly taking his cock in his mouth. Inigo braced further onto the bar, squeezing his eyes shut as he felt the hot, wet, mouth tighten around his length. His moan was lost in the sounds of the bar and Inigo suddenly found himself to be a praying man. Owain rocked back and forth, his deft tongue circling Inigo's slit, causing the man to bite his lip so tight it bled.

Every move that Owain made drove Inigo crazier, and he opened one eye to make sure no one was coming up to the bar. Apparently Owain had timed this amazingly, because everyone else was preoccupied with whatever event was going on over by the dance floor, leaving him at the mercy at the blonde. He bucked back a bit as Owain hit a sensitive spot, and, encouraged by his reaction, Owain began to suck tighter, moving back and forth at increasing speed.

"Hnnnng….O-owain….." Inigo felt himself cry out softly under his breath, and the blonde released him from his mouth to smile up at him, licking his lips.

"You haven't even told me your name yet," Owain whispered, his voice almost lost in the background noise. Inigo blushed, opening his mouth to reply but found himself cut off:

"It's Inigoooo oooooOOOHHHH ," the hot, wet sensation had returned and Inigo bucked into Owain's mouth at the sudden pleasure, immediately tensing up. He felt those lips moving closer and closer, almost fully taking him in, and he felt close to the breaking point.

"O-owain, I-" Inigo began, and as if he knew exactly what he was saying, Owain increased his pace, sucking tighter, and grabbing Inigo's ass, letting himself be face fucked. Inigo groaned and, losing control, rocked hard against the blonde, biting his lip to hide his moans and groans. It felt so fast, so good, and then, suddenly, he felt the tension spread throughout his body; heat and sudden release, and he realized he had come fully into the boy's mouth. A guttural moan took the place of the apology, as he looked down at the boy who appeared to swallow the load, licking his lips and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand lazily. The boy then gave Inigo's tip a quick lick, pulling a shudder from the man, before lifting his pants back up over his hips, doing up the belt quickly, then standing up.

"So, same time next month then?" Inigo barely registered the comment, letting out a contented and just a bit confused ' hhhhhhhhhhh?' . Owain moved closer, taking his lips for a kiss that seemed to last forever, and definitely involved more tongue than Inigo had ever experienced in his life. And, just like that, he pulled away and dropped a $20 bill on the counter before slipping through the crowd, leaving Inigo pink-cheeked and more confused than ever.

Fuck.