Captive By Captivation - VegasPete

Chapter 5 - Kinnporsche Special

Porsche raised his silver lighter to the cigarette placed gently between his lips. Just as he let the first puff of smoke fill his lungs he heard shouts from inside the bar. He rolled his eyes as he took in another deep breath, today had been stressful enough already. He really didn't need to deal with a fight between drunken customers right now. The cigarette fell from his mouth like a feather before he proceeded to stomp out the sparks onto the concrete ground.

He calmly strolled back inside as the yells grew in volume. The door leading to the room swung open as he stepped inside. There was a drunk man, probably around 50 years old, Porsche estimated, that was shouting at a younger man with his back to Porsche who was clenching his ears frantically. Porsche quickly recognised him as Pete and saw the angered man raise a fist towards his friend. Porsche sprinted towards the table when he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Another man, also with his back to Porsche, had caught the fist before it could reach Pete. He was slightly taller than Pete and was quite muscular with broad shoulders.

Porsche continued towards his friend with an extremely worried expression.

Pete still had his hands pressed over his ears and as Porsche approached, he realised that his eyes were also tightly shut. But what shocked him more was the man who stood over him holding the fist of his attacker with an expression of what Porsche could only describe as rage.

It was the man Pete had met that night so many months ago and who Porsche knew he was still hung-up on.

He came between the two men and released Vegas's hand from the others fist. He looked towards Vegas with a look of disapproval before saying "Take him outside, he needs to calm down, but don't you dare do anything to him or I will kill you with my own hands." Then he proceeded to try and calm down the customer while Vegas left with his arm around Pete, supporting him.

After that, Porsche offered the customer a round of drinks on the house to compensate for the disturbance. After that, the man finally calmed down and returned to his seat.

Porsche quickly grabbed a rag from behind the bar and began to clean the table of the liquor that Pete had caused to spill over the surface.

As he cleaned, he noticed a dark red handkerchief wipe over the opposite side of the table. "Oh I can do it on my own, you really don't have to help." he said before turning to the owner of the cloth who smiled at him. "I really don't mind helping out." he responded, turning back to the table. Porsche thanked the stranger with a wide smile and continued wiping the table until it was clean.

He left the table and returned presently with the drinks. The stranger took a seat at the bar with his drink and followed Porsche with his eyes until he approached the bar once again. Porsche rested his elbows on the bar in front of the man and placed his head in his hands. The stranger just sat and watched the man until he sprung up out of his hands, startling the man. "Shit!" he shouted but the sound faded into the noise of the crowd.

Porsche leaned over the bar to get a look through the window noticing Pete and the man were gone. The stranger just observed his antics with a look of amusement. "Did you possibly see which way the two men from earlier went?" he asked the man. "Sorry I didn't." he replied with an apologetic smile "Damn." Porsche said scratching his head trying to think about what to do now. "I'm kinn, by the way." said the stranger who was staring at Porsche.

Porsche turned to look at the man "I'm Porsche... Oh, and thanks for helping me earlier." Porsche replied slightly preoccupied with Pete. There was a pause of silence. "Do you like him?" Kinn asked abruptly, curiosity eating away at him.

Porsche quickly came back to his senses at the question. "What?" "Well... I saw how you looked at the guy who saved him from getting hit." Kinn explained.

"No. He's more like a brother to me." Porsche answered, his head swimming with thoughts. He pulled a glass out from under the bar and filled it with cold water as he rubbed his head. "Good." the man replied with a smirk as he took a sip of the drink in his hand.

Porsche looked up from his water to Kinn. The man had a sharp jawline and black hair that was slicked back by gel. He was wearing a dark blue button-up shirt that showcased his musclar upper-body, he was clearly handsome, Porsche could admit that.

"Need a refill?" Porsche said gesturing to Kinn's now empty glass "Definitely." the man replied with the same smirk forming on his lips. Porsche smiled back as he poured him another drink.

Did you guys enjoy the KinnPorsche chapter?

Next chapter will be back to focusing on Vegas and Pete but don't worry, Kinn and Porsche will be back.