I was staring. I knew I was and yet I couldn't stop myself from doing so. The man sitting in the corner of the club was absolutely gorgeous. There was no getting around it. He had wavy strawberry blonde hair that framed a diamond shaped face perfectly. Two odd-yet-beautiful wine-colored eyes sparkled with good humor as he spoke with the man sitting next to him. He was slightly girly in his build and face but that only served to make him more attractive.
The man he was talking to though was a harsh contrast. The man was taller than the other with what looked like rocks under his skin and blood red hair. Bottomless black eyes seemed to glint menacingly as he spoke to the blonde in a low tone so as to not be overheard.
"Earth to Kiers. Come in Kiers." I blinked and saw the hand waving in front of my face.
"What?" I asked, finally tearing my eyes from the blonde in the corner.
"You're so hot for that guy…" My best friend said with a giggle.
I scowled and turned back to my drink. "Shut up, Lisel." She laughed loudly, attracting the attention of nearly everyone in the bar. Including, to my vague horror, the attention of the blonde I had been staring at for the past five minutes. "Jeeze, keep it down would ya? How many of those have you had?" I asked pointing to the drink in her hand and trying hard to ignore the eyes on us, especially that purple-red gaze that I could feel on my back.
"Only a few." Lisel said unconvincingly as she teetering slightly in her seat.
I rolled my eyes and glanced over my shoulder at the blonde to see if he was still looking. He wasn't. I almost sighed in relief; the last thing I wanted was for him to know that I had been staring at him. I knew nothing about him, not even his name, so I had no way of knowing whether he'd take it badly that another man was staring at him as openly as I knew I had been.
It wasn't the first time I'd seen the blonde here. Every time I came in he was here and every time I couldn't help but stare in awe at him. He was the only reason I came as often as I did. I'd been crushing hard on him since I'd seen him three months ago.
He glanced over and our eyes met for a split second. But that was enough to make my heart nearly jump out of my chest, both in surprise and what I was a little hesitant to call joy. I could feel heat building on my cheeks and I quickly swallowed the rest of my drink, hoping to make it seem as if the alcohol was causing it. I must have it bad if a single look from him could make me blush.
After a few minutes of listening to Lisel ramble about her day, I felt my eyes drift back to the corner. He was dressed as he usually was. A wine-red button-down made of some shiny fabric that I wanted to reach out and touch so bad it almost hurt. His legs, proportionally long for his body, were clad in perfectly tailored light grey pants. The dark color of the shirt made his neck and face seem even smoother and paler. God he was beautiful. It really wasn't fair.
Part of the reason I hadn't approached him, when normally I would have by now, was the fact that he was so beautiful. He could choose anyone he wanted. Hell, that man sitting next to him could be his boyfriend for all I knew. And me, I wasn't nearly that good looking. Sure I had my good points, past boyfriends often commented that my work out regime was a very good thing, but I was nowhere near as ripped as the man beside my crush.
Suddenly, I heard a crash and turned to see Lisel passed out on the ground with one foot caught on the bar stool she had fallen out of. "Wonderful…" I muttered putting my empty glass on the bar and going to see if she was hurt any. She snored lightly, face completely red, as I crouched down next to her.
"Is she alright?" A smooth voice asked.
I looked up and swallowed hard when I saw the blonde standing over us with his friend behind him. I nodded before trying to hoist her deadweight off the ground. "Just drank too much." I managed to mutter.
"Hmm…" The blonde tilted his head to the side, making him look cuter than he did normally. "Why don't you drop her off in the office while you get your car? That way you don't have to carry her all the way there."
I considered it for a second. The parking lot of this particular bar was actually several streets away due to the crowded nature of the city. Carrying Lisel all the way there would be a major hassle. "Uh…if I could, that'd be great." I said. The blonde nodded and gestured for me to follow him.
The office was the last door in a short hall behind the bar. A comfortable chaise lounge was in the room, with a bookcase a desk with a chair and several pieces of ancient (or at least ancient looking) art. I dropped Lisel on the lounge and sighed a bit as I straightened. "Thanks for letting me borrow this place for a few minutes." I said turning my eyes to the richly painted walls instead of the blonde.
"Don't mention it." He said.
I couldn't help but glance at him again before pulling myself together. "I'll, uh, go get my car…"
"You've been staring at me all night." He said suddenly.
I stopped and turned. He was leaning one hip against the desk and his arms were folded across his chest. I felt my face turn red as his shirt at the fact that I'd been caught staring. It was then I noticed the conspicuous absence of the red-haired man that he'd been sitting with. "Y-yeah, uh…sorry about that. I know it was probably way awkward and all…"
"What's your name?" He asked suddenly.
"Kiers." I answered instantly.
He made a small sound and took several steps closer. "Do you find me attractive?" He asked when he was close enough that I could reach out and grab him if I had been so inclined. I nodded in answer to his question. I sure as hell found him attractive. Hell, even his damn voice was attractive. He made another sound of thought. "I find you rather attractive as well." He said, making me blink in surprise.
He nodded. " You do not find yourself as such?" He asked with a slight frown.
"W-well, not really…" I admitted. Somehow the strange way he phrased things was getting under my skin and turning me on a bit. Such an old-world formality. He could probably call me a mother-fucking bastard and it probably wouldn't sound like an insult. And the faint trace of an accent that I couldn't quite place…it was very pleasant to listen to.
"Hmm…well, I beg to differ. Your hair is quite lovely." He said reaching up and twirling a strand of black between his fingers. "Your eyes…they have tiny flecks of gold in them when you look closer. It is incredibly fascinating." He stated before lowering his hand.
"Thank you." I said, unable to find anything smarter to say. It occurred to me that he might be drunk himself, though he didn't appear as if he'd even drank a drop of alcohol.
He took a step back, freeing some of the tension that had been building. "My name is Dai." He said. "I hope to see you around again sometime."
"I hope so too." I admitted as he took several steps back and the tiny invisibly strands that had seemed to lock me in place faded, allowing me to hurry out of the office. I knew that I would definitely seeing Dai again. I would come back every night if I had to, but that short encounter only fueled my interest in him.