location : any dive bar near the saints & sinners event. prompt word: dance. partner: @khalilhassan
Daniel found himself nursing a drink at the dimly lit dive bar, his mind swirling with thoughts of missed connections and fractured relationships. As he glanced around the room, his gaze fell upon a stranger seated nearby, and he decided to break the silence with some small talk.
"Hey there," Daniel greeted with a half-hearted smile, his voice carrying a hint of weariness. "Crazy night, huh? I mean, it is Valentine's after all. You find yourself here by choice or just rolling with the punches?" He leaned back against the bar, his posture relaxed yet guarded, unsure of what kind of response he might receive.
As he spoke, Daniel couldn't shake the feeling of loneliness that lingered in the air around him. It wasn't the first time he found himself without a date on Valentine's, but tonight it seemed to weigh heavier on his mind than usual. The thought of calling Ale for a hookup briefly crossed his mind, but he quickly dismissed it. Their arrangement was casual, but even he had his limits, especially on a night like this. Ingrid was another option, but as usual, they were on rocky terms, and he doubted she'd appreciate a call from him tonight.
Lost in his thoughts, Daniel turned his attention back to the stranger, hoping for some what of a distraction
Music pulsed through his bones, every step growing heavier as he scanned over the room full of half dressed party goers. He'd traded out his usual suit and tie affair for something far more casual — dark jeans and a plain shirt that hugged his upper half as if it'd been tailored to his every muscle.
Teeth raked over his bottom lip as he watched two strangers intertwine as if they were one. It triggered flashes of a certain fiery brunette and how much hunger had consumed them. Maybe that one text was all he'd need to find himself slipping out of the party in favor of the woman's apartment.
Head turned and brows lifted as he turned to capture the view of another. "That's one thing I'd call it." Even crazy seemed tame by some of the wandering hands he had witnessed on his way to finding solace in a corner. "Rolling with the punches. I was out grabbing some food, heard about this. Figured I'd check it out." And now that he had, he was ready to snake through the same doors he'd only just walked through. He wasn't happy, nor was he in love and the kind of red he saw was far from romantic.
"How about yourself? You looking for love, or already found it?" Even saying the word aloud caused his stomach to turn over. Did a man like him deserve a real shot at happiness? He doubted it. After so many bad things, there wasn't much he did deserve. Broken. Darkness. Fucked up. Maybe a wise woman hadn't been so wrong about him after all.
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