It was the dead of night, clouds covering the sky, thick and dark with incoming rain. Street lights shone onto the cracked pavement, the occasional flicker adding to the eerie aura of the street. Not a soul was in sight, not a single person roaming the street. All was quiet. That was until a person turned the corner, hands jammed into their pockets and head hung low, (h/c) stands of hair falling around their face and in their eyes. Walking home from work was a chore that you really didn't like to indulge in as you would much rather take another form of transportation. Yet just to your luck today, your car had refused to start so you had to carpool to work, then that sweaty pig had made you stay late. Way too late to catch a ride home. So now here you were, walking home, alone, on a dark street with an impending rainstorm hanging over your head. The air was thick and muggy, smelling of asphalt and car exhaust. A raging headache made your skull throb, teeth grinding against each other as if it was to subdue the pain. Home was such a lovely thought at the moment, as a bath and then bed sounded like heaven right now.
That's when there was a low rumble overhead soon followed by a loud crack of thunder, and just like that it started to rain. You hurried your pace, turning a corner and scurrying along the sidewalk. Of course it had to rain tonight, why not. Sounds good, great, makes the day even better. Your form shook as you ran along, yet a neon sign stopped you. It was a bar, its lights beaming through the rainy night. Salvation, that's what your mind said. It was Friday why not hang out in a bar until the storm passes?
Not a second thought was needed on the matter as you soon found yourself running inside like a madman, flinging the door open and dashing inside. You panted, soaking wet and shaking violently from the cold. All eyes turned to you as you came in and your (e/c) eyes took in the crowd. It was mainly guys, groups of men with or without their girls, drinking beers and shooting pool. It didn't seem like a bad place in your opinion. Though with the pouring rain outside that pelted you until you looked like a wet cat, nothing was that bad right now. Slowly you approached the bar and took off your jacket, pushing strands of hair out of your face. The vinyl covered stool squeaked slightly as your wet butt slid onto it, making a few people snicker. No attention was paid to them. You ordered a beer, looking at patrons around the room as you heard the bartender cracking open your bottle of beer. Once it was set in front of you it met your lips quickly and you took a long swig. Your back was to the door, elbows on the bar as you drank your beer.
Then the door could be heard opening, the sounds of the outside flooding for a moment before the entrance was closed once more. Heavy boot steps walked towards the bar, and everyone in the room was silent. The guys playing pool didn't even shoot, as everyone seemed to be holding their breath. The steps came right to you, and then you felt a hot breath fanning against the side of your face.
"Hey doll." A deep, rough, and sexy voice growled. "You're in my spot." He said, making you roll your eyes at the childishness.
"Well I got here first." You grumbled right back as you turned around to look at who snarled at you.
Oh fuck yes. You immediately thought as you saw him. He was tall, dark raven black hair and a short beard to match. His eyes were a dark crimson, though the colour was slightly muddled by the amber aviators perched on his sharp nose, and full of annoyance that was directed right at you. He wore a red button up and a black vest, and bullets adorned his hat, glimmering in the dim neon bar lights. He was slightly lanky, but he was muscled, and you could easily see that due to him looking like a soaked cat. Even then you didn't feel pity, you had a bad day, then you got soaked, so no. This was your seat now.
This answer must've not pleased him as he let out a low growl, eyes burning holes into your skull. The bartender whispered at you to just give it up, to let him have the seat and sit somewhere else, but you weren't going to back down so easily. He would have to take it from you. As he reached out to grab your jacket and no doubt yank you off your ass and onto the floor, you smacked his hand away and glared fiercely. He glared right back and some gasps as whispers were heard around the bar. Was it bad that you really didn't care? Even with this tall, powerful, and dark man standing in front of you glaring daggers, you didn't feel fear. You were too fed up with life at the moment to give a rat's ass. So when he started to lean closer, eyes burning, patrons and bar staff gasped. Yet the little spitfire that was you stayed still, not even blinking. When you didn't yield he pulled back and gave a small chuckle, tipping his hat back. Then he sat on the stool next to you and ordered a whiskey. Everyone was dumbfounded that someone as menacing as him had actually submitted to someone else's will and not his own. Yet soon the normal charter returned and the men went back to drinking or playing pool.
"So what's yer name?" His deep voice rumbled, all but a couple feet at most from you.
"Isn't it more polite to state your name first, sir?" You snipped back, glancing over at him.
This got a roar of laughter from him that made the barkeep slightly flinch. "Ah.. I like ya, haven't laughed like tha' in a long time. My name first? Well, Oi'm Christian, Christian Brutal Snoipah (shhhh I suck at accents but just beliiieeeve)." He said and held out his hand for a shake you guessed.
"Huh.. interesting name. I'm (Y/n), (Y/n) (L/n)." You said and took his hand, shaking it. Christian's hand was rough, calloused from hard work, and damn was it large. He nodded and pulled his hand back, clasping it around his glass of amber alcohol.
"Oi loike it. Fits ya, ya little spitfire." He said with a grin, one that many would see as dark, but you didn't flinch at the intended malice. You just rolled your eyes from the nickname and went back to sipping your drink. So Christian started up the conversation instead. "So wot is a little soaking wet person like yerself doing in this bar?" He asked, eyeing your clothes and how they clung to your body.
"Getting out of the rain." You said simply before looking at him again, watching his crimson eyes rake across your form. He looked like a wolf staring at a deer. "What about you?" You inquired, making his hooded gaze snap back up to meet your semi annoyed one.
"Same as you, though Oi'm a regulah here." He answered and smirked at you, making you roll your eyes once more and huff. You wouldn't admit it to him but when he looked at you with such intensity and blatant lust, you could feel yourself getting all hot and bothered. You squirmed in your seat a little, biting your lip and sneaking a glance at him. He was still staring. As you started to look away again, your gaze was once more on him as he asked you, "So ya loike comin' inta bars and tempin' people like that?" He growled lowly, sexily. His blood red, wolfish eyes never leaving you as if staring into your very soul.
Mentally you were screaming and swore your face was probably bright red. Yet you played along with it, slowly licking your lips and resting your arm on the bar counter as if to lean closer. You could smell the rain on him, some kind of spice, the outdoors, and a... copper-like smell you couldn't place. Your shirt dipped down a little at the action, showing a bit more (s/c) skin to the Aussie. "Perhaps I do, Christian." You purred in such a sultry way it was hard to believe it came from you. He swallowed, then grinned, leaning forward as well, just slightly. "Am I... Tempting?" You asked, feigning such an innocence that it made him chuckle darkly.
"Quite." His leg rubbed against yours, hot flesh pressing through wet clothes to seek out your own. "So would ya loike to tempt me.. perhaps somewhere else?" He said, the lust in his rough tone not hidden at all. Was this.. an offer for a one night stand? Being not really drunk, you had to think about it for a moment. I mean on one hand he was a very sexy man that seemed very horny for you, on the other had all you knew was his name and that he probably came from Australia. The two conflicting ideals made your head hurt, but you didn't show anything on your face until a small smirk graced your lips.
"A little fun wouldn't hurt, would it, big boy." You said, emphasis on those last two words that you hoped had a double meaning. Well you'd see once you were on a bed.
Brutal grinned and stood, picking you up like you were weightless and heading towards the door. "Lets go then, doll." He growled and walked out the door, you in his arms, against his strong and warm body. Damn you could get used to this.
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