I'm Not Here to Make Friends - Sam Smith, Calvin Harris, Jessie Reyez
Third Person's P.O.V.
The night was just getting started, and the bar was buzzing with the familiar Friday night energy. Music was blasting, lights were flashing, and everyone was dancing. Or drinking. Either way, most people here are having a good time.
Darren was midway through his dramatic retelling of "The Lasagna Incident," as they called it, while Regie shook his head in amusement. Justin leaned back in his chair, holding his drink and watching the chaos unfold. Ryan, naturally, wasn't holding back.
"I panicked, okay? The recipe said sweetener, and sugar was all I had!" Darren defended himself, throwing up his hands dramatically.
"Sweetener doesn't mean dumping half a bag of sugar in," Ryan said, shaking his head, laughing. "That's a whole new crime. Sugar lasagna? Really?"
Justin smirked, leaning back in his chair. "Italy called, dude. They said, 'Stop.'"
Regie chuckled, sipping his drink. "You're lucky we weren't there. I would've roasted you in real-time."
Justin was about to hit Darren with another snarky comment when the door swung open and caught his eye. 4 people stepped inside, instantly shifting the vibe. Leading the group was a tall, dark haired guy, his confidence almost radiating off him as he scanned the room like he owned it.
Behind him was someone shorter, his hair dyed red and black. He seemed to be joking around with the guy that was trailing casually. He looked like the mellow counterpart to the guy in front of him.
A fourth guy hung back near the door, hands in his pockets, surveying the place like he was trying to solve it. If I had to guess, he was siblings with the first guy.
As the night wore on, Justin found himself continuosly glancing at the first guy, who had made his way to the bar.
"You're staring," Darren teased, nudging Justin's arm.
Justin rolled his eyes but didn't deny it. "He's interesting."
"Go talk to him, then," Darren said, grinning. "I dare you."
Justin didn't need a lot of convincing. After getting his drink, he got up and moved toward the bar, squeezing through the crowd. Justin sat beside the guy just as he began to laugh.
"Interesting drink choice," Justin pointed to the vibrant cocktail the guy was holding. "Is that your recommendation?"
He turned and looked at Justin, his smile growing. "Actually, it's the bartender's favourite. I figured, why not trust the expert?"
With a playful tone, Justin answered, "Bold move." "By the way, my name is Justin."
"Oliver," he said, tilting his head playfully and offering his hand. "So, Justin, what brings you here tonight?"
"Friday night tradition," Justin said, shrugging. "Good company, decent drinks, and occasionally meeting someone worth talking to."
"Lucky for you, I am someone who loves to talk. Do you think I'm worth it?"
Meanwhile, Darren had stayed at the table, his drink in hand and his attention split between his friends and the room around them. He noticed someone standing off to the side, his expression thoughtful, as if he were analyzing the entire scene. Darren was intrigued. He wasn't usually one for quiet types, but something about the mans reserved demeanor drew him in.
"You're staring," Regie pointed out, mimicking Darren's earlier tease.
Darren rolled his eyes, ignoring him as he set his drink down. "Back in a second."
Darren approached the guy, who looked up as Darren neared, his gaze curious.
"Not much of a talker, huh?" Darren said, his tone easygoing.
His lips twitched into the faintest of smiles. "Depends on the company."
"Well, today's your lucky day. I'm excellent company," Darren said, grinning. "Darren, by the way."
"Sebastian," he replied, his voice steady.
