Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2012 20:09:39 GMT -4
The music pulsed through the bar. It was a Saturday night and the club was pulsing with young eager teens just looking for a little self indulgence. Girls wildly danced, surrounded by their friends as they all shouted the lyrics to the songs that they felt pulsing through their body. The guys stood to the side a bit more, staring, almost mesmerized by the girls, they were hooked on them like drugs. However, they only awed over the girls of they weren't flirting it up with the girls or guys, or buying some drinks. The blood alcohol levels in the club were probably skyrocketing and the tips along with it.
The reasonably built teen stood leaning against the counter to the bar. His foot tapped to the music as he watched the people wildly dancing in the club. He awed at everyone in the club, not caring about anything about them. If he found them reasonably attractive they automatically became available to him. Of course there wasn't a time at all, when someone wasn't available to him. The guy was hot, and smooth with his words and he could charm the pants off you. It did however help him out that he could control people's emotions through something as little as skin contact.
The entire complex was filled with a large array of emotions. Everything was being felt there. The bar was lined with people drinking away their sorrows; trying to forget heartbreak or that one poor choice. Others were paired together lustful for the others body, just wanting to devour them and keep all that they were for themselves. Then came the jealousy and rage as boyfriends defended the honor of their "girl"'s. All the emotions they felt were all trivial in the long run. They didn't have any true impact as themselves as they weren't fully aware of the power they actually held. It wasn't until someone took their strings and forced them to dance to their best and not one of individuality. People became objects that could be used and disposed of on a whim.
Ryan's eyes darted around the club, surveying the common crowd tonight. It seemed like tonight was a pretty normal group of people. Nobody was really standing out to him just yet. A whistle dragged him out of his fixation on the dancefloor. Cocking his head towards the other end of the bar, he met gazes with a beautiful guy. His face was divine and he was pretty much a god. Had anyone else laid eyes on him, they would have nearly passed out or been drooling and lost in his dreamy blue eyes. Luckily, Ryan wasn't the average person. He was used to emotions, he was able to hide his and fake certain other ones. It was only a matter of creating a different mask and hiding the truth behind it.
Allowing a smirk to slide across his mouth, the bartender slowly strutted over towards the god sitting at the bar with a lovely lady beside him. Most likely some clingy girl wanting him for herself as she was all over him. Finally arriving at the pair, he placed his hands firmly on the edge and bent down closer towards them, trying to make sure they could hear each other over the booming music as it radiated from the large speakers and ricocheting off the walls and trapping people in a constant wave of music and tune.
As he came closer to the pair, he saw the lust in the girls eyes as she awed over his sheer beauty, almost as though she was worshipping him. From the way he was acting, the guy was looking for something else in a girl, possibly different traits and not someone who tries so hard and is so damn clingy as the girl was pretty much glued to his arm. The guy pulled away as he leaning in towards Ryan, trying to make sure he knew exactly what he wanted and wasn't given the wrong order. Meeting gazes with his eyes, Ryan noticed that his eyes were deep blue, deep enough for him to dive into and swim around a bit. But he resisted the urge as he found it would be a form of showing weakness to the others.
The voice rang out from his lips was heavenly, not falling for the god's beautiful voice, Ryan grasped the key points in his phrase which was his drink and that's it. Without haste, he made quick work of the various alcohols and soda's combining them until he had made the exact drink ordered. Sliding the glass across the bar, the god took the glass and sipped it for a moment, not paying for it right away. He was obviously making sure it was the right drink. He seemed pleased with the drink. As he nodded with approval, he reached into his pocket and produced a folded five. It covered the drink and then some. Taking hold of the bill, Ryan place his index finger on the god's bare hand. It only took a moment for the god to believe he lusted Ryan.
With a smile carved in his face, Ryan reached across the bar and took hold of the god's neck. His thumb was resting against under his head near the base of the skull. Slowly, Ryan gave a slight tug on his neck, pulling him closer towards him. It was only a split second of tension between them before they met lips. The two passionately kissed and Ryan forced his tongue down his throat. The bartenders eyes fluttered shut as they continued to make out. He paid no mind to the girl who's grip on the god's arm seemed to grow loose until she completely relinquished him to Ryan. Hanging her head in defeat, she had a bland look of shock and disbelief as the two guys kept at it. She stayed frozen in her seat, her mouth gapping at the two guys making out in front of her. They both ignored her presence as Ryan's tongue explored his mouth.
Soon enough, the god became bored and started on kissing and sucking on Ryan's neck. The feeling was euphoric and his body shuddered at the divine feeling that pulsed through his body, sending shivers all through his body, each nerve in his flesh was screaming for pleasure, but he hid his craving and pulled away, allowing the emotion that was possessing the god to flee. Wiping the side of his mouth for a moment, Ryan provided the god with a single wink and then went back to his job. The lust fled his system as the entire situation became known to the god. He seemed shocked and horrified at the scene that had just unfolded without his consent. A smirk spread across his face as he retreated to the bar and began to mix drinks, experimenting with combinations. The night was young and the city was waiting to corrupt another young soul.
The reasonably built teen stood leaning against the counter to the bar. His foot tapped to the music as he watched the people wildly dancing in the club. He awed at everyone in the club, not caring about anything about them. If he found them reasonably attractive they automatically became available to him. Of course there wasn't a time at all, when someone wasn't available to him. The guy was hot, and smooth with his words and he could charm the pants off you. It did however help him out that he could control people's emotions through something as little as skin contact.
The entire complex was filled with a large array of emotions. Everything was being felt there. The bar was lined with people drinking away their sorrows; trying to forget heartbreak or that one poor choice. Others were paired together lustful for the others body, just wanting to devour them and keep all that they were for themselves. Then came the jealousy and rage as boyfriends defended the honor of their "girl"'s. All the emotions they felt were all trivial in the long run. They didn't have any true impact as themselves as they weren't fully aware of the power they actually held. It wasn't until someone took their strings and forced them to dance to their best and not one of individuality. People became objects that could be used and disposed of on a whim.
Ryan's eyes darted around the club, surveying the common crowd tonight. It seemed like tonight was a pretty normal group of people. Nobody was really standing out to him just yet. A whistle dragged him out of his fixation on the dancefloor. Cocking his head towards the other end of the bar, he met gazes with a beautiful guy. His face was divine and he was pretty much a god. Had anyone else laid eyes on him, they would have nearly passed out or been drooling and lost in his dreamy blue eyes. Luckily, Ryan wasn't the average person. He was used to emotions, he was able to hide his and fake certain other ones. It was only a matter of creating a different mask and hiding the truth behind it.
Allowing a smirk to slide across his mouth, the bartender slowly strutted over towards the god sitting at the bar with a lovely lady beside him. Most likely some clingy girl wanting him for herself as she was all over him. Finally arriving at the pair, he placed his hands firmly on the edge and bent down closer towards them, trying to make sure they could hear each other over the booming music as it radiated from the large speakers and ricocheting off the walls and trapping people in a constant wave of music and tune.
As he came closer to the pair, he saw the lust in the girls eyes as she awed over his sheer beauty, almost as though she was worshipping him. From the way he was acting, the guy was looking for something else in a girl, possibly different traits and not someone who tries so hard and is so damn clingy as the girl was pretty much glued to his arm. The guy pulled away as he leaning in towards Ryan, trying to make sure he knew exactly what he wanted and wasn't given the wrong order. Meeting gazes with his eyes, Ryan noticed that his eyes were deep blue, deep enough for him to dive into and swim around a bit. But he resisted the urge as he found it would be a form of showing weakness to the others.
The voice rang out from his lips was heavenly, not falling for the god's beautiful voice, Ryan grasped the key points in his phrase which was his drink and that's it. Without haste, he made quick work of the various alcohols and soda's combining them until he had made the exact drink ordered. Sliding the glass across the bar, the god took the glass and sipped it for a moment, not paying for it right away. He was obviously making sure it was the right drink. He seemed pleased with the drink. As he nodded with approval, he reached into his pocket and produced a folded five. It covered the drink and then some. Taking hold of the bill, Ryan place his index finger on the god's bare hand. It only took a moment for the god to believe he lusted Ryan.
With a smile carved in his face, Ryan reached across the bar and took hold of the god's neck. His thumb was resting against under his head near the base of the skull. Slowly, Ryan gave a slight tug on his neck, pulling him closer towards him. It was only a split second of tension between them before they met lips. The two passionately kissed and Ryan forced his tongue down his throat. The bartenders eyes fluttered shut as they continued to make out. He paid no mind to the girl who's grip on the god's arm seemed to grow loose until she completely relinquished him to Ryan. Hanging her head in defeat, she had a bland look of shock and disbelief as the two guys kept at it. She stayed frozen in her seat, her mouth gapping at the two guys making out in front of her. They both ignored her presence as Ryan's tongue explored his mouth.
Soon enough, the god became bored and started on kissing and sucking on Ryan's neck. The feeling was euphoric and his body shuddered at the divine feeling that pulsed through his body, sending shivers all through his body, each nerve in his flesh was screaming for pleasure, but he hid his craving and pulled away, allowing the emotion that was possessing the god to flee. Wiping the side of his mouth for a moment, Ryan provided the god with a single wink and then went back to his job. The lust fled his system as the entire situation became known to the god. He seemed shocked and horrified at the scene that had just unfolded without his consent. A smirk spread across his face as he retreated to the bar and began to mix drinks, experimenting with combinations. The night was young and the city was waiting to corrupt another young soul.