Tate laughs, smiling, looking down with the grin on his face, pearly white teeth exposed, leaning his elbow onto the counter, running his tongue along the front of his teeth, looking back at her. “Hmmm” Now he shall ponder the possibilities, running his hand over his mouth, turning to look at the bottles upon bottles behind them.
“Two southern screws, and one midnight summer’s dream please” Tate orders, waving the bartender his way, taking out the cash required to take the drink, in truth he didn’t much care for alcohol, it wasn’t his particular preference and it never seemed to work on he and his brothers as it did on other folks. Tate takes the twin drinks, handing one over to the girl, taking the other, sipping on it for a moment, smiling “—Do you prefer vodka?” He won’t mention how she look’s too young to tell the difference.
Violet shrugged a bit, “The only time I ever get vodka is on ladies night like this. I’m used to cheap beer.”she said honestly. She mixed aroun her new drink for a moment before taking a sip. It wasn’t a bad drink in the slightest. “Do you come here often?”she asked curiously. She was still trying to figure him out. His expressions were hard to read, like he was hiding something. And even though that should have been a red flag, it just made her want to know more.
She looked off at the crowd for a moment trying to spot her friends before her gaze returned to Tate. “My name is Violet by the way.”she said and crossed her legs. She didn’t think it would hurt to talk to him. He seemed fine for right now, a little mysterious. But that made it interesting.
“A red death” Tate slowly repeats under his breath, quirking his eyebrow with a slow nod, listening intently, black eyes focusing on the way this young girl spoke, and the vein pulsing in her neck, it made his mouth water, ever so slightly, smiling wide to hide the lustful gaze of desire and want that was beginning to succumbing his thoughts.
“Free drinks are always the best to drink” And oh, does he ever know about that, he blinks, smiling at her, avoiding his gaze, the worst thing to do is to stare at possible prey, too intently, where people notice and when she goes missing, the finger points to him. No—Tate simply couldn’t have any of that “So, was it fun?” His tongue rolls as he speaks, slowly, precisely “Would you recommend such a splendid drink?” Not to mention the color was beautiful and the name was perfect.
“Well it tastes a lot like a screwdriver. But less like an alcoholic beverage despite its ability to get you extremely drunk.”she explained. “If you like screwdrivers I’d recommend it.”she explained. She mixed the drink around in the glass with her tiny straw and smiled a bit. She couldn’t tell if he was actually interested in the drink or her. She wasn’t planning on losing interest in him, but then again they were at a club and she should have stuck with boys her age. However, the problem with that idea is the fact boys her age have the maturity of someone half their age unfortunately.
“Know of any drinks that I might take a liking to?”she asked tilting her head to the side. “Since their free, I’d like to try something else.” Violet realized how much she liked hearing him talk. People didn’t usually speak in such a precise way. She sipped on what was left of her Red Death and watched him carefully.
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Tate had been bustled and brushed between crowds, ignoring the glances, the stares that pass by when he and his mates pass by, a small part in the ocean of people spread as they walk through, reaching to a private booth, where their dark eyes can stare at every single hormone engorging, young adult, drinking and dancing, dry humping on the floor.
“I’m going to go get a drink, stay here” Tate waltz back into the crowd, stepping up to the bar, looking at all the women, grinding and rolling their hips with their girlfriends, ladies night, all the girls drink for free. He sits on a stool, glancing over at the girl beside him, looking down at the drink between her lips “What’s that? That beverage in your hand”
“It is a Red Death.”she said as she looked over at the stranger. She didn’t mind small talk, it wasn’t like it would kill her. “It is made with vodka, Southern Comfort, sloe gin, amaretto, triple sec, and orange juice.”she explained. “I thought it would be fun to try, they are free after all.” She hadn’t noticed he had come from a private section of the club. She just thought he was any other guy of course.
Violet wondered how much longer her friends would want to screw around on the dance floor. Though she was sure this was going to be a long night.
Late night, cool and well collected, the young man stares at the pale reflection in the mirror, putting his nimble fingers through his hair, golden locks pushed out of his eyes for a moment, only a moment before the curls bounce back; Beautiful.
It was just like any other night, Tate and the boys were going to go out to a club, something full, the energy high, the lights blinding, and the music making one’s ears bleed. He moves swiftly, down the board walk to the club, ignoring the people outside and waiting to get in, two guys behind him, walking just as smoothly as he was, just a wave of his hand and the lot of them were inside, and searching, for sex, drugs, it was a perfect evening for hunting, and the night was only beginning.
Violet dropped what was left of her smoldering cigarette on the ground and stepped on it before returning to the club. She saw a few of her friends dancing through the sea of people. She didn’t exactly feel like having a stranger grind up on her so she stuck with the bar. She crossed her legs and ordered a drink, flashing her fake ID to the bartender when he asked for it.
As clubs went, this one wasn’t all that bad. It was nicer than others she had been dragged around to. She was just glad that they came here on lady’s night. Free drinks. She sipped on her drink and looked out over the crowd.
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CAN I GET YOU ANYTHING?
- A coffee?
- Some juicy fruit?
- A starter?
- Fried chicken?
- maybe some sex?
Chicken and sex sounds pretty good. Maybe we should stick with the starter though. Chicken and sex is 2nd date material.