Thanks for the reviews, everyone. I truly appreciate them, along with your feedback. Yeah, I was really trying to stir away from something typical, and would ponder "Oh, I think in a realistic term, Gumi would look cute in this aesthetic" etc, cause I seriously get tired of the whole cliche "kawaii" description lol. Anyway; enjoy the new chapter.
Chapter 3: Drink
Len's P.O.V.
Gumi left the both of us alone as soon as she handed us our shots, saying something about spotting another friend over by the bar. The bluenette had only stayed and made conversation with me; neither one of us touching our drinks as of yet.
"You know that's a difficult question to ask anyone" He lowly chuckled as he leaned back in his chair. "I guess you can say I listen to all types of music, but on a regular day, I listen to oldschool tracks. Like my favorite band to listen to is Rage against the Machine. They're super raw and mix hip hop and rock while making political statements." The bluenette shared, causing me to click my tongue.
"Whoa, you usually wouldn't catch anyone mentioning that band around here-. Don't get me wrong! I know of them, but I hadn't really listened to their songs except for one." I told him.
This had only made him give another chuckle before saying, "Let me guess. Bulls on Parade? Because that's really one of their well-known song that people accidentally stumble across." Causing me to crack into a slight laugh.
Well shit, he's not wrong. "Mm, aren't you knowledgeable" I rhetorically muttered before I grabbed the small shot glass.
Before I was going to drink it, he rose a brow at me with a slight smirk, questioning, "Are you sure about that? That shot has a reputation."
I eyed him quietly from the corner of my eye, voluntarily ignoring his warning as I placed my lips on the rim, quickly swinging the liquor back, swallowing it in one gulp. I grunted lowly trying to ease the burn of the liquor going down my throat, but once I was done, I teasingly stuck my tongue out him.
"I got a reputation too; it's me knowing how to handle my liquor." I chuckled, yet he kept the same amused smug on his face. But once I quickly reached for his shot class and made no time swinging it, his eyes widened all of a sudden. "See?"
"You're crazy as fuck" the words loosely came out his mouth. "Look, they call that drink t.k.o for a reason, because it's only a matter of time before you knock out. But hey, do you." He emphasized before he waved his hand over to one of the nearby bartenders, asking them for a shot of patron. Once the guy walked away, he focused back on me as I tucked some of my hair behind my ear. "So before you act a fool, mind on sharing what's your favorite music?" He slyly told me.
Rolling my eyes, I scoffed. "Such a smooth talker" I sarcastically commented, making his smirk grow a little more. "But if you must know, I'm pretty much the same way; listen to just about everything. I used to listen to a lot of pop when I was younger, but it wasn't till I was seventeen that I started exploring with more foriegn music. But lately, I've been listening to a lot of trap music. Especially when I'm driving to work." I laughed near the end.
"Fuck, that's relatable. Not the job I have now, but when I was working at my last job, they always pissed me the hell off because my coworkers were always on some dumb shit. So on my way to work, I always blast my radio to some hardcore rap or trap music" He then began to laugh with me.
I nodded my head in agreement and scooted my chair closer so I could hear him better. "Same! I'm not trying to sound bitter, but I hate all of my coworkers. I work as an assistant adult counselor for a therapy agency, and I always try to tell them that they can give me more clients, but they shove in my face that I don't have a degree yet, and how I don't have all the qualities to take on certain people. ... Swear I just want to slap all of them." I briefly paused once I felt my stomach burning a little.
`Fuck, those shots are making my stomach warm.' I quietly thought to myself as I leaned my elbow on the small circle table.
"So it's one of those jobs." He responded as the bartender from earlier came over to sit his patron on the table.
I watched as he grabbed the small glass and raised it to his lips. With each gulp, his adams apple moved as he downed the liquor with ease. But right when he pulled the glass away from him, his tongue snaked out catch the remaining patron on his bottom lip, slowly sliding across.
`Damn...' I watched intently till I caught his eyes snapping to me, making me quickly look elsewhere.
"Yo, are you okay? Your ass was staring pretty hard." `Why the hell would he tell me? And I thought he didn't notice.' I annoyingly thought to myself.
"No I wasn't. I was daydreaming." I quickly lied through my teeth.
"If you were, you wouldn't had looked away when I fully looked at you." He quickly retorted, making me hitch my breath.
Not knowing how to respond, I just stared blankly at him.
He only continued as he kept that same look on his face, "Relax, I'm just teasing." He then winked; and it was then that my eyes widened from his gesture. "So how old are you? I'm twenty-six." He then questioned.
"U-Um, okay? I'm twenty-four" I slightly stuttered once I tried to process what just happened. So I shook it off and began to shift in my chair and quickly stopped once a wave of dizziness came. `Whoa... that's not supposed to happen.'
"Twenty-four? Not bad. You're still a little young to be going through that type of stress at work, but I get how jobs like that are. You're qualified to be something almost equivalent, but they still sweat you about a degree." He explained. "Don't stress yourself out because of them."
It was then that I sighed and sat back. "I mean, yeah they're stressful, but the main thing that stresses me is the pay. I mean I make enough to pay my rent, utilities, and food; but it's not enough to live comfortably. Plus one of them told me that I'd look more approachable if I lost a little weight and smile more. Like seriously, fuck her."
"She said that?" He rose a brow.
Slamming my hand on the table, I nearly shouted, "Yes she did! I had to have a hard conversation with god to give me the strength to not beat her ass" The bluenette suddenly broke into a laughter, making me slap his shoulder almost immediately. "I'm serious! She act as though I'm heavy set. I'm honestly just thick around my thighs and butt, but my weight is none of her business. And in all honesty, I don't want to be the standard body type. I'm super fine with me being thick, and I'm not going to do anything about it."
"I love the body positivity thing you got going on. But yeah; I noticed it as soon as Gumi brought you over." He then mentioned.
As soon as he said that, I loosely began to snicker and grabbed onto his arm to steady myself once I felt like I was leaning too much. "Y-You were staring? Got a good look, pervert?"
The bluenette cooly smirked and slightly nodded his head. "I wasn't being a pervert, it was just hard to ignore. Especially because you're wearing sweatpants. It really brings out the shape of your ass, and I actually never told a guy that."
"Ooo, I'm special" I continued to laugh. `Oh my god, I can't stop laughing; but this guy is sooo funny!'
"And drunk. Let's not forget that" He added on. Again, I rolled my eyes at him from his comment. "Don't get me wrong, you're really interesting. A realist, in all honesty. Plus you're pretty damn cute" He then mentioned.
At this point I couldnt control my lips from smiling so much. "Mmm, you think I'm cute?" I clicked my tongue. "I wouldn't think a guy like you would compliment someone like me so openly."
"You think I give a fuck?" I stared at him wide-eyed, taken aback by his blunt response. "I go with the flow if I know I'm vibing with someone. And I don't care what people say, you're the only one I'm talking to. Others can either mind their business or get uncomfortable." He then smirked again.
`Mm, he's a whole vibe, ... and he's real hot. And he complimented me?! Rare, rare, rare!'
We just sat staring at one another in silence.
Within a minute, Gumi emerged from the nearby crowd with another girl. She had long blonde hair and light-blue eyes. A white crop top, black skinny jeans, and an open leather jacket. "Guys! This is my friend, Lily!" Gumi nearly screeched. "Len, you've been sitting the whole time? We should all dance! That shot got me feeling good" she suggested as she lightly punched my arm.
"I'm sure he's feeling all sorts of things. He drank two of the shots" Kaito mentioned, causing both of the girls to stare at me wide eyed. I shot a quick glare at the bluenette before I let go of his arm and stood from my seat. But soon as stood, I stumbled a bit.
The bluenette quickly stood from his seat and held onto my shoulder as Gumi cautiously reached out incase I fell. I pulled away from his grasp and steadied myself.
"Two of the shots? Len, are you crazy?" Gumi pipped up.
"No! I'm fine! Talking about t.k.o; I'm still standing!" I told her.
"You're slurring your words and stumbling." Kaito chuckled lowly to myself.
I quickly snapped back, " Says the guy that didn't want to drink it!"
"That's because I'm aware I have work tomorrow, the fuck?" He retorted.
I only eyed him and scoffed. But the longer I stood, the more it felt like the floor was swaying. `I need to move or else I'm going to fall. We all need to' I took in a deep shaky breath, looking around at everyone. "... L-Let's dance. I'm going to prove I got this!" I smacked my hand against the taller guys chest. He only rose his brow and shrugged his shoulders.
Gumi only dove back into the crowd of the dancing people, along with her friend. So I grabbed the bluenette by the sleeve of his jacket and dragged him into the crowd with me, following behind the other two.
The deeper we got in, the music began to change into Verified by Asap ferg; making me start twerking like Gumi to the beat as she began mouthing the words to the song. I only looked passed my shoulder to see the bluenette eye me in shock before his lips curved into a grin. So I took a step back till I began rolling my hips against him, trying to get him to dance with me. To my avail, he began to respond and place his left hand on my hip and dance.
"Ayye! That's what I'm talking about" Gumi commented as she peeped over to me and the bluenette.
The colored lights moved around the room as the bass to the music vibrated throughout the room, making me become dizzier and dizzier the more I rolled my hips against the bluenette, continuing to look at him, watching him watch me as we grinded against each other; my body becoming warmer by the second.
He leaned closer to me till I could feel his lips trace the shell of my left ear, the deepness of his voice asking, "You okay? You look like you're out of it."
"I f-feel good" I breathed out.
I hazily stared at him as his face remained close, making me turn to look at him a bit better, yet it didn't stop my head from turning. `Oh...crap...' Quickly grabbing onto his shirt, I stared at him as his lips moved, but I ignored everything he said, only focusing on his lips and not the sound. ` ...I hadn't met a guy in years... and this one just happens to be into me. Well I don't know. Just because a guy calls me cute it doesn't mean crap these says. ... wait, I was supposed to get him to let me have a free haircut. ... but his lips...' I became lost in my thoughts as I gripped onto his shirt tighter as I attempted to stand on my toes, only to carefully try to reach his lips with my puckered ones.
But as soon as I closed my eyes,
They didn't open back up.
