There are some gramtical errors in here, I know, but when i wrote this for my Writing Class we weren't all that concerned about grammar at that point....

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By: Skittlez

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Justin stared intently at his mirror image through the layer of grit, his skin was pale, his eyes were black and dull like they had barely any life left in them, his hair fell just below his ears and was slicked back out of his face. He didn’t seem to be wearing any jewelry (the cause might have been a silver allergy) and his clothes were plain, black T-shirt and pants. He gave his reflection a wolfish grin before quickly washing his hands and walking out of the dingy gray bathroom that reeked of stale blood from too many lost bar fights, vomit, and bad air freshener.

He briefly pondered when he had become so pale and tired looking but he was able to replace those thoughts with one word. He caught himself thinking of Stacy again, he was going to see Stacy tonight for the first time in almost 3 months; Stacy was coming back... And that thought made Justin smile again, even though the smell of the bar was killing his senses.

The main room was crowded, dripping with ear-ripping music and filled to the brim with the stench of old paint and alcohol, it was almost too much for Justin as he sat down at the bar, his shoulders hunched.

The bartender, a pretty young redhead with brilliant green eyes walked over to him, her nametag read ‘Susan’ as she smiled at him. “How can I help ya?” She asked him, her accent was thick and very Southern and her smile was overly flirtatious. Justin was used to girls flirting with him, he was a good-looking guy, he supposed.

“A beer.” Justin replied; brushing a loose strand of gelled black hair away from his pallid face, his expression nonchalant, and his black eyes still tired.

Susan nodded and grabbed a mug from under the counter and placed it under one of the taps, filling it to the brim with the foaming golden liquid. “Here ya go, Hun. Ya waitin’ for someone?” She asked conversationally.

He thought for a second, taking a quick swallow of his beer before speaking. “Yeah, my friend Stacy.” He answered with a slight nod.

He studied the bartender for a second, she couldn’t be but 20 or 21, she was pretty in a sort of down home Southern girl kind of way, but not his type, Justin preferred controversy over pretty redheads any day.

Suddenly the door opened, Justin turned to look at who had just walked in and out of the corner of his eye he noticed a few, well most, of the women in the bar had turned to gawk at the new stranger.

He was tall, thin and pale, in the dim light it was easy to make out polished-gold colored hair spiked away from a narrow face. His eyes seemed to glow gold in the dim lights of the bar and when he stepped into proper light it was seen that they were gold.

His face was effeminate, narrow with sunken in cheeks and long thick lashes, delicately trimmed eyebrows. There was a small stud in his nose and more earrings in each ear than anyone cared to count. A gold watch dangled on his thin wrist and long chains hung loosely around his neck, complementing a black mesh shirt and worn-in leather pants that tightly hugged a too-thin frame. His old leather boots made a small thunk as he walked towards the bar slowly, with his hands in his pockets and his eyes wandering the area.

Justin noticed that Susan the bartender was gaping mindlessly at the pretty-boy stranger as he sat down.

The stranger just stared back before the young girl found her voice.

“Can I get ya somethin’ doll-face?” She asked him, her Southern accent seemed thicker and she batted her eyelashes casually.

He looked at her with a bored expression but allowed himself a smile nonetheless. “Just a beer, honey.” He replied, his voice was surprisingly not high-pitched or feminine, but instead it was light, like it could float on air forever, and by the look on Susan’s face, Justin thought maybe she wanted it to hang in the air for a good long while.

She nodded and quickly retrieved a mug and filled it to the brim, sliding it to him, he took a sip and looked at Justin, studying every line in his face. He gave him a slow, almost affectionate, smile as he took another swallow of his drink.

Justin returned the slow smile, thinking to speak but instead took a final swallow of beer. Then he finally spoke up. “Hey, Stacy.” He greeted the man.

‘Stacy’ smiled brightly. “Hey Justin, have you missed me?” He asked laughing a little.

“All the time.” He replied with a patient smile as Susan refilled his mug.

There was a small ‘chink’ as their glasses touched and they both took a long swallow.

“Welcome home Stacen.” Justin added, a small sparkle returning to his dull black eyes, making them seem like he himself had come back to life.

“I missed it.” Stacy replied smiling at Justin softly.