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    May 17th, 2017 at 06:39pm
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    "And we have gone through good and bad times, but your unconditional love was always on my mind. You've been there from the start for me and your love's always been true as can be...." The voice carried through out the bar, bringing it with a solemn emotion of calmness, that swept over the patrons. Before this man had gotten up on the stage with his guitar, the bar was loud, crazy, someone had even smashed a shot glass over another man's head. But as soon as this man had began to play, the bar had calmed down, you couldn't even hear the clinking of pool ball's in the corner where they had been playing before.

    I looked up from serving two men pints and held my tray under my arm. He seemed pretty scruffy, I wasn't sure if his messy hair and untamed beard was a style choice or if he just didn't have the money for a haircut. His guitar case was propped open at his feet and people were placing bills inside, so I took my assumption as being correct.

    "He's got some pipes on him, don't he?" The older gentlemen who I had just given a beer spoke up. I nodded in silence, giving him a smile before I returned to behind the bar. I was just a server tonight, thankfully not a bartender. Lora had her work cut out for her tonight, but thankfully she was getting a little break since everyone was mostly quiet, whispering if they were talking. How did this man gain the control over this tavern? I had been working here for almost two years and had never seen this place so calm and quiet.

    "I give my heart to you, I give my heart 'cause nothing could compare in this world to you..."

    I let myself listen to his song finish, even after I had clocked out for the night. When his song was done and he was packing up his guitar, I turned to Lora to wave goodnight. "I doubt it, but I hope the crowd stays calm." I chuckled. "My day off is tomorrow, so I'll see you in a few."

    She pat my back and I grabbed my purse and walked out in the frozen wasteland that was Louisville and zipped up my jacket that was lined with fur. The weather here had been unpredictable, just three days ago you could walk out in shorts and a tank top and now there was snow as far as the eye could see. Winter for you, here in Kentucky.

    It was late, probably two in the morning, and I had decided to walk to work, so here I was walking home in this freezing weather, late at night. In a huge city like this one, where drunks were at every corner, it wasn't the safest decision at night.
    May 17th, 2017 at 06:47pm
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    How many days had it been since I’d eaten? Three, four? The hunger was beginning to cripple me. It was getting harder and harder to control myself—I needed blood soon or I would lose it and expose myself. I would expose myself as what I truly was and I would get myself killed. The modern world wasn’t exactly the kindest when it came to people who were… different like I was. To put it mildly.

    Music was the one thing that brought me comfort in life. The weight of a guitar in my hands and the sound of my voice as I sang soothed me when nothing else could. Alcohol had no effect on me anymore. I’d never touched drugs in all the time that I had been alive. Food was nice, but not entirely necessary. Same with sex—I always killed the poor girl for her blood anyway, so no use getting attached to anyone. But music? Music never left me. Music didn’t care that I was a freak of nature, that I wasn’t supposed to exist. It never judged me about anything and it was always there. When I felt like ending it all, I put my pen to paper and let my feelings out in song.

    That was how I found myself in my current situation. I’d been in Kentucky for a few weeks, and the owner of this bar was paying me to play a set or two every night, depending on how busy it was. It wasn’t exactly selling out an arena, but it paid my bills. Plus, it gave me an array of people to choose from when it came time to feed. That was how I’d found my last…. Victim? Meal? Whatever word I would use to describe that girl. She’d been a prostitute and was hanging all over me after I finished my set. I didn’t have sex with her though—even I had my standards.

    I finished my set and collected my money from the owner, not sticking around any longer. The burning in my throat was nearing agonizing levels, and I feared I would lunge at the owner if I overstayed my welcome. I told him goodbye and threw my jacket on (for appearances only, vampires aren’t affected by the weather), promising that I would be back for my guitar in the morning. Once the necessary pleasantries had been exchanged, I exited the bar through the back door and into the winter night.

    It was time to eat.
    May 18th, 2017 at 06:25am
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    I contemplated calling a taxi, standing outside of the bar, underneath a street lamp. At least then I could warm up in the back of the cab, not worry about sleazy drunk men, and get home a hell of a lot faster. But that required money, and I hadn't gotten much of any tips tonight. Digging around in my purse to see if I had enough loose bills to pay the fare, I took a glance over my shoulder to see the man who had been performing tonight walk outside.

    He didn't seem dressed for winter weather in the slightest, in just his jeans and a leather biker jacket. How was he not freezing? I was bundled up in a faux fur eskimo jacket and I was still cold. I bit my bottom lip as my hand continued to dig around the bottom of my purse, but my eyes stayed trained on the stranger. Something about him was just appealing. Interested, I couldn't look away from him, it seemed almost impossible.

    Until my hand found my slightly open pocket knife in the bottom of my bag. I shut my eyes tightly and looked down into my bag, barely groaning the word shit as I pulled my hand out, holding the knife. I had just sliced the tip of my pointer finger, but it was still bleeding pretty good. I closed the knife as my blood dropped onto the snow around my boots.

    Why the hell was my pocket knife at the bottom of my bag? A lot of good it'll do me there!

    Wrapping my finger up in a tissue, I placed the knife in my jacket pocket, deciding it'd just be better to walk. I didn't have the spare money to waste on a cab ride.
    May 19th, 2017 at 07:13pm
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    My eyes landed on the young woman that had been behind the bar during my set that night. She was…. Breathtaking. If my heart had been beating, she surely would have made it skip one. She appeared to be fumbling through her wallet for something… perhaps money for a ride? It was understandable that she wouldn’t wanna walk home this late at night, in this weather. This wasn’t exactly the safest neighborhood around. Not that anybody would really mess with me—I was a rather imposing figure. But still. She appeared to be a dainty little thing. If someone who’s intentions were less than pure were to find her, the results would not have been pretty.

    For a second, I debated on just walking to my hotel and pretending I never saw her. But my inner gentleman won the battle, and I found myself approaching her. “Hey,” I spoke gently so as not to startle her. “My name’s Matt…. I played at the bar tonight? You make a mean captain and coke.” I laughed. “Sorry if I sound forward, but would you mind if I walked you home? This really isn’t the safest place for a pretty girl like yourself to be walking by yourself.”

    When I got to look at her up close, I saw she was even more beautiful than I had originally thought. Her skin was a pale color, but she didn’t look sickly. She looked ethereal. Greyish blue eyes looked at me, and they seemed to pierce right through my core. It felt as if she knew all my secrets just from glancing at me for a minute. Her hair was as dark as the sky above us, and despite the shitty streetlights I could still clearly make out her smile. It was flawless.

    I was about to speak again when I smelled it. Blood. The smell punched me in the gut, and the burning in my throat was more than I could bear. Oh, god, Matt. Not now. Please, don’t do this now. Control yourself. You’re not some fucking animal. You can hang on for one more minute and then find a hooker or something once she’s home. I swallowed the lump in my throat and coughed slightly. “Sorry, just getting rid of the flu,” I lied effortlessly.

    It was kinda impressive how good I’d gotten at lying.
    May 20th, 2017 at 07:59am
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    I hadn't expected to actually meet this guy, let alone him introducing himself to me, especially just after spending about a whole minute staring at him.

    He was even more gorgeous up close, his skin was a little pale, a little more gray under his eyes like maybe he hadn't been sleeping well and even though his beard was a little untamed it complimented him nicely. His eyes were a translucent green, a color that seemed to force it's way through the surrounding to snow to remind you Spring was coming. They were the color of green that the ocean turned during a storm. I could get lost in them.

    "If you're getting over the flu, don't you think you should be wearing a few more layers, a little thicker of a jacket?" I giggled, looking him up and down. How was he not freezing in just those jeans, thin t-shirt and biker jacket? I could feel the ice cold penetrating me down to my bones just looking at him, dressed like Fall was just approaching.

    I put a little more pressure on the tissue that I had around on my finger and looked down at it for a second. "You helping me home would be appreciated though." I blushed, not understanding why he would want to walk me home. I didn't really count myself among the pretty girls, I didn't get hit on often or anything like that, so it hadn't hit me that maybe this man found me attractive.
    May 23rd, 2017 at 05:34am
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    At the mention of my outfit, I let out a laugh. “Yeah, I probably should—but I’m from Boston. This is nothing compared to some of the winters I’ve seen.” Another effortless lie followed by a shrug of my shoulders. Truth be told, I had never really seen ‘winter’ complete with snow and ice and what not until recently. I’d taken to just traveling around the southern states, preferring a warm climate. Not that it mattered much, but still. Once I realized there was more money to be made (and food to be had), I expanded my route to include the northern states as well. It really was a beautiful thing—until you had to drive in it. That I could take or leave.

    I cursed inwardly when she accepted my offer to walk her home. If I had eaten, I wouldn’t even have to worry about her bleeding finger. But I was fucking ravenous. Only god knew how much longer I could hang on without snapping. This girl couldn’t live far from here if she even considered walking. I could control myself for a little bit longer. Find some food as soon as she was safely inside her home. “Wonderful,” I spoke, coughing slightly again. “Let’s get you home—looks like it’s gonna snow any second now.” Once she pointed us in the right direction, we began our walk to her place.

    “My name’s Matt, by the way. I just realized that I didn’t introduce myself.” I chuckled, listening as she told me her name. Lune. I repeated it to myself in my head, nodding as a grin toyed at my twin flesh. A beautiful name to match a beautiful face. The conversation was kept to a minimum, mostly her talking and me listening as we continued on our journey. Every few seconds or so I looked around us, keeping an eye out for nefarious characters. If only she knew that the biggest creep of them all was standing right next to her… I thought to myself, chuckling silently.

    We reached her home about ten minutes later. “Glad I could get you home safe… I’m gonna be at the bar again tomorrow. Have a great night.” I waited patiently until she was safely inside her house before turning on my heel, jogging at first and then breaking out into a run.

    If I didn’t eat soon, I would probably explode.
    May 23rd, 2017 at 06:33am
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    I shut the door to my apartment and turned around, letting out a sigh and kicking off my boots. The walk home had been mostly quiet, I wasn't good with small talk with strangers, but he was so cute that maybe I'd go to the bar tomorrow even though it was my day off...

    He did seem a little strange, past the not carrying about how cold it was thing, I couldn't put my finger on what it was though. Walking into my kitchen, I pulled a microwavable bowl of mac and cheese out of the cabinet and poured some water into it from the faucet. I would've never imagined that while I was eating a $1 bowl of noodles that Matt would be somewhere in a dark alley drinking from the neck of a dying hooker.

    I stayed up all night like I usually did on my night's off, because I usually worked all night at the bar, staying up during the day didn't really suit my schedule. So when I woke up the next night, I contemplated getting up and getting dressed to make an appearance at my work. Something just drew me to Matt, I wanted to see him again...

    After taking a shower and getting dressed in some ripped up black jeans, a knit gray sweater and tying a red flannel around my waist, I started on some makeup. Just a simple wing, dark berry lip and filled in my brow. I looked in the mirror and felt a little insecure, wondering if I had fixed myself up enough. Why did I want to impress this stranger so much? I shook it off and grabbed my jacket and purse, leaving my apartment to call a cab.
    May 23rd, 2017 at 11:22pm
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    Mercifully, I found dinner about ten or so minutes after I’d dropped Lune off at her apartment. It was yet another hooker that I had put out of her misery—poor girl was living in a box behind some convenience store. I drank her blood until I felt full and she went cold in my arms. After wiping the stray blood drop from my lip, I spun around on my heel and ran back toward my hotel, content to spend the evening watching television and attempting to sleep now that I had eaten.

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    The next day was a rather lazy one. I spent it catching up on sleep. That’s the thing—when you’re a vampire, feeding consumes everything you do. You can barely concentrate, you can’t sleep… the only thing you feel is the fire in your throat and the tightness in your stomach, growing more and more painful with each passing day. But after you’ve fed and you’re no longer hungry? Oh, god, it’s the most wonderful feeling in the world. You’re content… peaceful, almost. I would still trade everything that I had to NOT be a freak, but still. You had to play the hand you were dealt in life.

    When it was starting to grow dusky outside, I decided that it was time to head to the bar. I wasn’t sure if Lune was working or not—but I had promised the owner that I would play again. I quickly changed into a fresh t-shirt, grey and black flannel, and some tattered jeans before slipping on my jacket. After double checking that my wallet and room key was in the pocket, I left my room and began walking in the direction of the bar. I tried to hurry, wanting to get there before it was completely dark out.

    I arrived about fifteen minutes later, eyes immediately scanning the bar. A slight frown appeared on my face when I saw that Lune wasn’t working, but a different girl. She was nice enough—but still, not the one I was looking for. I still strolled over and took a seat—there was about half an hour to kill before my set, why not grab a drink?

    “Captain and coke, please.”
    May 24th, 2017 at 05:48am
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    I stepped out of the cab at around 10:45. A light snow fall was beginning to introduce itself, and the only thing that really stuck out was the bar's glowing red neon sign that hung above the door. Strays were hauled up outside, completely ignoring the 'No Loitering' sign hanging just a few feet from where they were grouped up. I made my way past them and entered the bar, being immediately greeted by none other than my boss.

    "Lune, you don't work tonight?" He asked, almost as if he wasn't sure, he didn't have the best memory. If I wanted too, I could probably take the extra hours and he'd be none the wiser.

    "Nope, I don't, Ethan. Just here to the set, it's the same guy from last night, right?" I spoke, continuing to walk past him, not really caring to carry on a conversation with him. I heard him mumble a yes, and then I disappeared into the crowd of people.

    I made way over to the bar and took a seat. "Lora! Didn't expect to see me here tonight, did'ya?" I chuckled, surprising the bartender. Lora had flowing auburn hair down to her belt, and she was completely dressed in black from head to toe. She was the bartender you would expect to see, punk rock and not afraid to throw your ass out herself if you were getting on her nerves.

    A smile broke across her face and her eyes lit up. She was like a mom to me, almost, a mom that was only two and a half years older than me. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in your apartment, eating ice cream and thanking god you don't have to spend your night in this shit hole?"

    I shook my head at her perfect guess at what I did on my nights off and leaned a little closer over the counter. "Actually, I'm here to try and see that guy that performed last night. He's playing again tonight and he walked me home after my shift yesterday. He's kind of gorgeous..." I whispered, a blush rising to my cheeks. I didn't see him and I didn't want fate to somehow throw him in my direction right in the nick of time for him to hear me calling him gorgeous.

    "Really? He walked you home? Doesn't seem like the type, but I see that blush on your face." Lora giggled and I smiled, my face only growing a deeper shade or red.

    "Shut up." I laughed.
    May 24th, 2017 at 06:01am
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    Once I had finished the drink, I left an ample tip for the bartender before heading to the back. I wanted to warm up for my set which was due to start in half an hour. My guitar was right where I’d left it the previous night. It was my newest, and my most loved guitar. Glossy black in color, with silvery pinstripes and flecks of sparkle all through it. The handle was white and the strings were the same color as the pinstripes. It was the most expensive item I had ever owned, and also one of my most beloved. Like I said—it was my newest guitar, but my far my favorite.

    There was a knock on my door what felt like a few minutes later. “Matt, you’re on.” I heard the owner’s voice through the hard door. After taking a sip of my beer, I slung my guitar over my shoulder and began heading towards the stage.

    My set was a bit of a blur, because the moment I step on stage I spotted Lune sitting at the bar sipping on a drink. As cheesy as it sounded, she looked even better to me than she did last night. I sent a few smiles in her direction as I played, making an effort to put on one of my best shows. It must have worked, because once I finished everyone in the bar was on their feet and clapping. I would probably never make it to an arena, but this was pretty damn nice.

    I thanked everyone before hopping off of the stage and heading toward to Lune, sitting down on the bar stool next to her. “A vodka cranberry for me, and whatever Lune wants.” I spoke, slipping a twenty toward Lora. “And keep the change.”
    May 25th, 2017 at 05:18am
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    Matt had came and slipped down next to me at the bar like a whisper. I didn't know he was there until he spoke, and his voice flowed into my ears and sent tingles down my spine. I looked up at Lora and just shrugged, telling her that she could get me anything. I had been drinking on a wine-cooler all night, not wanting to get buzzed.

    I ran my hand up the back of my neck, into my hair, letting my fingers get twisted in the strands from nerves. As I played with my thick hair, I looked up at Matt, not knowing why I felt so nervous. "Your set tonight was amazing, you're so talented." I blushed. Sitting here next to him, I was actually getting to take him all in. Walking next to him last night didn't leave much room for me just to look at his face and examine his features. He was gorgeous, his green eyes muted under the bar's dim lights.

    One thing I did notice though, was a weird scar he had on his neck. It looked like two scarred over bumps that were just a hint darker than the rest of his neck, which wasn't to hard to believe considering he was ghostly grey. It was a weird scar to have there and I couldn't quite think of what could've possibly caused them, perhaps a ravenous wasp sting?

    Ignoring it, Lora brought Matt his vodka cranberry and just another punch flavored wine-cooler for myself. After that, she got the hint to give us some alone time, telling us that if we needed anything else just to yell and went off to another side of the counter to help other customers. Now that I noticed it, no one else sat around us, this whole side of the counter was empty and the tables on the floor directly behind us were also unaccompanied by drunk men. We had our own little private corner and it was nice, but also odd.
    May 25th, 2017 at 08:01pm
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    If any blood had been coursing through my veins, I would have started blushing as Lune sang my praises. “Ehh, I’m not too bad. A lot of practice got me to this point.” I tried to be modest, even though I was thrilled that someone who wasn’t drunk off their ass recognized that I was good. Not that I was being cocky by any means. You had to have at least a little bit of talent to play the guitar or sing. Lora handed me my drink and I thanked her before taking a sip, a light laugh leaving my lips as she not so subtly excused herself to the other end of the bar.

    I sipped my drinks once more, trying to come up with something to say to Lune that didn’t sound utterly ridiculous. Despite my age, my flirting/dating skills were not nearly where they should be. I had one relationship, about twenty years previous. We’d been engaged, but things ended up going sour when she met and bedded another (human) man. That fucked me up pretty royally, so I’d been hesitant about starting something new. I couldn’t handle giving my heart to someone and having it thrown back in my face.

    As cheesy as it sounded, I felt that feeling start to melt away when I met Lune. Not too fast to where I felt comfy enough to let my guard down (and truth be told, I don’t think I would ever feel that comfortable), but still. It was nice to have a pretty girl smile at me again. Like, real pretty. Not like the sleazy women who ended up being my dinner more often than not. Despite the fact that I just met her, I found myself wanting to do all that I could to protect Lune.

    “Alright, so tell me, Lune,” I mused, setting my little plastic glass down on the bar. “How did you end up in a place like this?”
    May 26th, 2017 at 07:38am
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    I looked up from my wine-cooler, not even half expecting a question like that from him. "How did I...." I began to repeat the question, but let it trail off. "Well, yanno, when you move out from your family's house all on your own without a degree, jobs are slim to none." I chuckled, "And I don't do to well in retail."

    It was either fast food, retail or something like this... Bar tending wasn't to bad, it could be if the men got to drunk, to handsy, to mouthy... But usually someone, either the owner, a bouncer, or another bar tender was quick to come to your aid. It was never boring at least, and you didn't have quotas or numbers you had to make like retail jobs. It was for the most part easy and paid the bills.

    "I could ask you the same question." I smiled, looking up into his green eyes. "What's someone like you doing in a bar, playing for tips when I'm sure you could be off in an arena somewhere." The compliment was completely genuine.
    May 27th, 2017 at 08:04am
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    I listened intently as Lune spoke, nodding my head. I understood where she was coming from, really. In all my existence, I’d only held one retail job—stocking in the middle of the night at some 24-hour supermarket. They fired me after about a month or so because I refused to drug test. Oh well, didn’t really matter, though. I made more in one night of guitar playing on a bad night then I did from one paycheck with really good hours. “Yeah, I get that. Retail is definitely not for everyone. People can be downright fuckin’ rude sometimes.” I took another sip of my drink, mulling over how to best answer Lune’s question without giving away my secret.

    “Well, I like playing smaller venues. It’s a lot more intimate of a setting, and that way I don’t have to jet off right after a show. I can hang out for a bit, connect with my audience and maybe have a drink or six with them.” I laughed. Again, the truth with a giant portion cut out. I’d been offered record deals numerous times. And as sweet as those deals would have been, I had to turn all of them down. My secret would have gotten out, and then I’d be ruined. Or worse.

    “Plus, it gives me freedom. I can play where I want, when I want. And if something seems sketchy, I can just leave. No contractual obligations, no lawyers, no nothing. I’m my own boss.” I finished the last of my drink, wiping the excess from my lip with a napkin. Another sounded amazing right now, but I would wait until Lune finished her. One of the benefits, as few as there were, about being a vampire was that alcohol didn’t effect me like it effected normal people. It took, like, a hundred beers to get me somewhat close to drunk.
    May 27th, 2017 at 03:04pm
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    I nodded, "That makes sense. A lot more freedom." I took the last sip of my wine-cooler and leaned over the counter to toss the glass bottle in the trashcan that I knew was there. I sat back and looked back up at him, leaning against the counter. "Well, you're really talented, though, no doubt that you could make it big."

    Still trying to figure out was odd about Matt, I let my eyes glance over him. The dim bar lights had him shadowed for the most part, considering he was dressed in all black. His ominous pale skin was the only thing standing out about him. "So do you live around here, or are you just passing through?" I wanted to know, so that if he was just passing through and would be gone in a few days, I didn't waste any feelings on him. The last time I had a real relationship was in my first year of college, two years ago. Now, I wasn't in college anymore and that relationship didn't last long at all.
    June 1st, 2017 at 06:05pm
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    That was about to be a hard question to answer. “Well,” I mused, coughing gently. “At first I was. I mean, I’ve just kinda rolled around the US for the last god knows how long. But then I stopped here…. And I really like it. The cold might take some getting used to, but it really is a pretty place. I’ve been thinking about getting out of that crappy hotel room I’ve been living in the last few weeks and getting an apartment.” That was probably the first completely true thing that I’d said all night. Slowly but surely, I had started to fall in love with the city I was in.

    “Besides. There’s a few things that are making me consider sticking around.” I winked, turning for a second to order myself another vodka cranberry.
    June 2nd, 2017 at 05:12am
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    I couldn't help the blush that rose to my cheeks when he said a few things were making him consider sticking around. It was dumb to think he was talking about me, like he actually meant I was making him considering settling here, he didn't even know me. He was just flirting, but it was working. "That's nice to hear." I watched Lora bring him another drink and she gave me a coy wink before setting down my own second drink before walking off again.

    "The winters are unbearably cold and the summers are fucking like living in Satan's armpit, but the spring and fall here are pretty nice." I laughed, bringing the mouth of the wine-cooler to my lips and taking another sip. I was considering asking Lora for a shot, wine-coolers weren't going to do anything for me and my nerves were growing fierce, I just wanted something to take the edge off. "I'll be right back, okay?" I shot him a smile before leaving my seat, walking behind the bar and back into the kitchen.

    Lora didn't even need a sign to follow me. She did without any help and once we were safe in the kitchen, she asked me if anything was wrong. "No, no, everything's okay, he's just so... attractive... and something's... weird about him, but something good, I just need something to take the edge off?" I questioned myself and poured two shots of whiskey. Two was better than one and that would definitely put me where I needed to be.

    I threw back the first one, and then the second, back to back and Lora handed me a sip of Coke for a chaser.

    "There's just something about him..." I repeated after wincing from the bitterness and burn of the alcohol, feeling it hit my stomach and grow warm, what in the south called the 'Kentucky Hug.'

    Lora laughed and shook her head, "that's just because you got a crush on him. You better get back out there before he thinks you've ditched him..." She continued to giggle over the fact that the alcohol had already begun to make my cheeks rosy red, but hopefully he would think that was my blush still lingering around.

    I nodded and quickly ducked out of the kitchen, taking my seat back next to him at the bar. I looked back up into his green eyes and smiled, "Sorry about that, was just checking my schedule before I forgot too... So, do you have any other plans for tonight?" I was exhilarated, I hadn't felt butterflies in a long time.
    June 2nd, 2017 at 07:06am
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    liv morgan. (100)

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    Member
    Gender:
    Age:
    28
    Location:
    United States
    Lune’s voice snapped me out of my daydreams, and I smiled as my gaze settled over her. “Don’t worry about it, it’s cool.” I spoke, waving the matter away. At her next question, I raised a brow. Now I really wasn’t all that proficient in modern dating, but I felt like that was flirting. So I decided to run with it. “Well, I was just gonna go back to my room, watch a movie and crash—but if a gorgeous girl were to come along with some other plans? Well, I definitely wouldn’t say no to that.” I took another swig of my drink, suddenly more confident in my flirting abilities.

    “And maybe,” I mused, “I would be able to buy said gorgeous girl breakfast in the morning?”
    June 3rd, 2017 at 02:13am
  • dezz

    dezz (100)

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    Ghoul of 2016
    Gender:
    Age:
    27
    Location:
    United States
    I didn't quite expect to be offered to sleep over at his motel room, but at the thought of it, my heart skipped a beat. "Well, this said girl really enjoys breakfast." A blush rose to my face, dying my cheeks a shade of rose. "Let's get out of here." I was more than eager to leave the bar, I saw enough of it on the nights that I worked that I really didn't wanted to see it on my days off. "Let me just tell Lora bye and I'll meet you by the door." I looked him up and down for a quick second, he was so gorgeous, this seemed surreal.

    Ducking back behind the bar and disappearing into the kitchen, I yelled for Lora. She appeared from the freezer asking me what was up. "Just a heads up... It looks like I'm staying the night with this man at his motel room... Sounds sleazy, doesn't it?" My blush was getting worse.

    "No!" Lora exclaimed, a smile on her face. She had been trying to set me up multiple times, each one failed, but she never gave up. So seeing me smitten enough with a boy to actually go back to his room brightened up her whole face. "Just check in with me when you get there and text me a few times through out the night so that I know you're safe. He is still a stranger, after all, but I believe boss-man has his room address. So if anything goes down, I'll be able to find you. Go have fun!"

    Lora actually pushed a bottle of booze into my hands, winking at me. I slid it down into my bag and hugged her, she was my best friend after all. "I love you, you loser." I chuckled, before practically running back out of the kitchen and towards the bar's exit.

    Matt was waiting there, his hands shoved in his pockets. I came up behind him and slid my jacket on. "I'm ready to go."
    June 4th, 2017 at 08:21pm