BROWN HAIRED MALE.
2118 Words
~LUCIEN~
I watch them dance and drink to their heart contents. I'm not against having fun.
In fact, Anon has quite a few clubs too, Mostly in Eren. And I don't mind having fun, but I just don't feel like doing that tonight.
I don't even remember the first time I felt like doing anything beside reading and working.
So I just drink my glass of water, and watch the humans as they kiss and grind on each other.
It is a rather... Beautiful sight, if you ask me.
They are happy. Even if just for a few hours and they are intoxicated, they are fulfilled.
Whilst I can't for the love of me find that feeling anywhere inside me, not to talk of bringing it out.
"Is that all you'll be having?" The cute bartender asks. I can literally smell the arousal and desire from him.
It doesn't disgust me, neither does it call to me. But I still turn and give him my undivided attention.
"What's your name?" I ask. I by no means mean to flirt, but I don't mind how my voice comes out.
His cheeks heat up and he looks down for a moment before meeting my gaze with a grin, and a glint of unmistakable interest in his eyes.
"Eric." He replies.
He's beautiful. Not too much to make someone unable to take their eyes of him, but it's undeniable that he's beautiful.
He looks cute with his cheeks flushed, and it's something I wouldn't have noticed in this lighting, save for my keen inhuman eyes.
"What's your name?" He asks and leans on the bar, a few centimeters from me. If he was the only bartender here, he would have lost his job for ignoring customers.
"Noah." I reply. His blonde hair falls right above his eyes.
With so many people here, I can still smell that sugary scent of his. My beast doesn't react when I lean in and lightly caress the boys cheek with my finger.
I hear him suck in a breath and cage his lower lips between his teeth. But I feel nothing.
No electric shocks, no thrill, my heart beat remains the same, nothing changes inside me.
But Eric seems to be very much affected, as his eyes glaze over.
"How old are you?" I ask, he looks young, in human years.
"Why are you asking, do you have a problem with people's age?" He asks with a smirk as I trail the curve of his soft lips.
If he was my mate, I wouldn't mind how old he is, as long as he's not a minor.
In fact, I don't mind his age, it's not as if I plan on doing anything with him.
I lean in, just a breath away from him. And I can hear how hard his heart is beating even with the loud music.
"How old are you Eric?" I repeat the question, still feeling nothing.
Maybe I'm trying to force myself to feel something.
Anything really.
But My senses are not overwhelmed by his scent, my skin doesn't tingle.
"19." He replies.
He is young. It makes me wonder why he is working here. And me being me,
"Why are you working as a bartender? Aren't you too young?" I ask, making him huff and roll his eyes but he doesn't lean in away from me.
"How old are you, one hundred?" He says with a raised brow and I can't help but smile at how close he is.
"You wouldn't believe me even if I told you." I say.
"Are you going to kiss me or just keep me from working?" He asks with a slightly flushed cheeks.
I smirk at him. Although I don't want him in any s****l way, he did make me smile.
And for now, I feel light.
It won't be much of a big deal to kiss him, will it?
With that thought in mind, I lean in and gently touch my lips with his. I hear him sigh, but make no move to deepen the kiss.
It's not bad. His lips feel warm against mine, but there is nothing else. So I move away from him slowly.
I don't want him to have any thoughts, when I'm not interested in him romantically.
He opens his hazed eyes and looks at me with flushed cheeks.
"Is that all?" He asks in a soft voice. And I only shrug my shoulders.
"I want a bottle of Hennessey ellipse." I say replying to his earlier question.
The kid sighs and shakes his head with a smile, but gets me what I asked for. I'm not going to drink it all, although it will do absolutely nothing to me.
"Is that all?" He asks. I nod and leave him to do his work.
My lips didn't tingle when I kissed him. My beast didn't even show any interest. I sigh and sip on the alcohol. The liquid burns my throat, but cools just as fast as it burned.
A couple on the dance floor catch my attention this time around.
I can't see much of the female from where I'm sitting, but I can see the male's back.
The only thing I see is his brown hair.
But the way he moves draws me in, it makes me want to watch. Which is exactly what I'm doing.
His hand is on the female's hip, as she wraps her hand around his neck from behind her. Their movements are almost hypnotizing.
And that is a big news for me, because even on Anon, no female or male has made me want to touch them so much, without even seeing their face.
Even my beast is showing interest, so I get up from my seat, still feeling Eric's eyes on me and make my way through the crowd to the couple.
I don't plan on doing anything stupid, because if the male and female are a couple, then he's straight.
He could also be bisexual, but I doubt that.
With so many people on the dance floor, he wouldn't think much of it if I touched him, although not in a perverted way. There are limits to everything after all.
Amongst the many smells here; especially with how sweaty they all are and how close they are to each other, I can't distinguish each person's scent. Which means I can't smell him without getting too close.
I really don't know what pushes me to do this, but I lean in when I'm right behind him, and sniff his hair.
He's just an inch or two shorter than me, which makes him pretty tall, considering my height.
I know it's animalistic and probably looks creepy, but I'm not a human, so I could care less.
I sigh when his minty scent invades my nostrils, making my beast purr in my head.
And it makes me want more, so without much restraints, I sniff his hair again, trying to hold onto his scent. The scent that makes my heart beat just a little bit faster. That actually makes my beast active for ones on earth. I go as far as to caress his bare arms with feathery touches.
It's almost as if I'm not touching him, because my fingers barely graze his skin. I know that it's time to stop when he gets tense and stops moving. So I turn around and walk back to the bar with a lot of difficulty, but still not wanting to let him see me.
I really didn't come here for this reason.
I can literally feel eyes searching, before being pinned on me. I can feel the curiosity and uncertainty behind it. That's a first.
This is the first time a human has stirred up something in me, something that is not pity. It's the first time a human has made my skin tingle just lightly with barely a touch, not to talk of his scent.
It did to me what Eric's scent did not do to me. It made my heart leap into my throat.
And I'm not stupid, so I will be as logical as I can, and say that there is a chance, just a small chance that, that male is mine.
I can't base it on only his scent and the sparks, because I have to see his eyes to really know. But there is a chance that he might be my mate. And I'm excited, for the first time I'm exhilarated, so much that I can't look away from him on the dance floor after he goes back to dancing.
If there is a possibility, or just the slightest chance, I want it. At least, I want to see and know the truth. But I also don't feel satisfied with the fact that he might be mine. Maybe I'm thinking too much.
"He comes here mostly on weekends."
I look to my left when I hear the now familiar voice, to see Eric looking over at the male I'm thinking too much of right now, with a frown on his face.
"What's his name?" I ask with my eyes still on the male. I can see how rigid he is, even as he is dancing with the female. I'm sure he can feel my eyes on him.
Not wanting to draw more of his attention now, I turn to look at Eric who has a scowl on his face.
"I have no idea." He says with a shrug of his shoulders.
I can see just the slightest bit of jealousy in the boy's eyes.
Humans are like that.
The grow attached very easily.
Not that my kind doesn't get attached, it's just that unless the person is your mate, it's not so easy to get attached.
Yes, it's possible, but it will take time and lots of getting used to, unlike how it is with mates.
The attraction is instant.
The attachment is without a doubt very strong.
Micca's relationship with Adara is proof enough.
Even Dominique is very attached to Inanna, especially with her being the mother of his child.
"Do you go to school?" I ask Eric who raises his eyebrows at me at the sudden question.
"Give me another bottle." I say again, referring to the more than half filled Hennessey.
"You haven't even finished that." He says with wide eyes.
"I left it here. I'm not drinking it again." I say with a shrug.
"You are gonna pay for both." He says.
"I know."
He comes back with a new bottle.
Strangely, the kid is very easy to talk to. If I had a little brother, this is probably how it would be like.
That is if you forget the part where I kissed him. Because there is no way I'm kissing my brother, even if I like males, just that thought is disgusting enough.
"You didn't answer my question." I say and pour myself a glass before bringing it to my lips.
Maybe the reason why I'm talking so much, is to get a certain brown haired male out of my mind for now. I haven't even met him officially, and I already feel this way.
"I couldn't go to college." He says with a shrug as if it's nothing, but the small hint of sadness in his voice is very clear for me to hear.
And for the third time in so many years of coming to earth, I find myself caring for a human. One would say that I'm even worried about him.
I pay for both drinks, leaving him a thousand dollar as a tip. It's not much, but by the look on the kids face, I know that it is.
"W.. what is this for?" He stutters, glancing between the money and me.
"A tip." I say.
"This is ridiculously too much." He says and tries to give the money back to me, but I don't take it. Instead I give him my card.
"Call me if you are interested in a new job." I say.
And the kid looks at me wearily making me smile.
"Don't worry, I won't do anything bad to you. I hardly have time for anything bad." I say.
"Why?" He asks in a soft voice, eyes getting teary.
Maybe because the loneliness is finally getting to me.
Maybe I like him, not romantically though.
Maybe I want a friend. I never really had one in Anon.
But I don't say any of those things.
"You seem like a good kid." I say instead and head out of the club after looking back at the dance floor, but I don't see the brown haired male.
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