that first little snippet u post of yuuji hollering out of his car was so cute what happens when they actually get to the bar ………. also maybe would like cameos of megumi and the other friend too perhaps …….
oh, they're tall. your eyes widen a bit as you see them loitering outside the bar, and you squeeze your friend's arm in giddiness. yuuji sees you first, double taking again. he beams at you, then waves, much to the chagrin of his friend.
"wow!" he says with that boyish grin. his eyes linger on your body, on your hips and thighs, then up to your face again.
introductions are done quickly, before he's talking about how he's got to get you a drink and nearly whacks himself in the face with how quickly he pulls the door open for you.
it's comical, the way yuuji and megumi are pressed against each other in the booth across from you and your friend. they're both so broad and your friend is no longer wary of the way the evening is going. the little drink special menu is tiny in his paws.
"so are you like a body builder or something?" you ask, leaning forward, chin in your palms.
a smile pulls its way across yuuji's face as he snaps his gaze to look up at you. he lifts an arm and flexes his bicep, which is fully exposed thanks to his tank top. little tuffs of hair peek out from his pits.
"i just play a lot of rec sports," yuuji says with a big ol' grin. "megumi and i just got done playing volleyball."
"oh!" your eyes light up at that. "i played volleyball in high school."
megumi rolls his eyes at that. you giggle at that.
your friend and the pink haired man have been gone for more than a few minutes. megumi isn't a talker per say, but he is nice to look at. he must think you're nice to look at, too.
"what's the story with your tattoos?" he asks, looking at your hand that sits at the base of your drink.
you glance down at your hand, at the ink on it.
"i'm a scorpio," you say, "but i think they just look cool, don't you think?"
megumi nods a bit at that. he sips at his sprite. "yeah, they do."
"you need a little liquor in you," you say with a teasing smile.
"i don't," megumi says instantly. "i'm totally good."
"they aren't coming back for a while," you purr, leaning forward. megumi's eyes snap to your chest and then to your hand and then to your face. "and look at the dance floor..."
fear flashes across megumi's face. you laugh at it, then reach for your purse. "okay, okay, come smoke a cigarette with me. i'll roll one for you-- you smoke?"
megumi wets his lips. "maybe i can just have some of yours."
with a wicked grin, you slip out of the booth. megumi is hot on your heels.
