The Black Swan | Reposted

Chapter 40 - Bar Fights

I enjoyed still seeing a bit of red peak from his shirt collar. I wanted every fucking girl in that bar to know, he had me right there. The idea of traveling to this bar to see him possibly get hit on made me queasy. I knew he was probably like moths to a flame, he drew people in with his glow. I hated it, but... loved it all at once.

We arrived at this really shitty looking bar. I mean it was a dive. I skittishly got out and I hooked my hand with his, he immediately stared.

"I'm intimidated." I whispered.

"Don't be."

We got in, the bar was detailed out with wooden panels, dart boards, license plates, pool tables, all kinds of things. It was grungy, and full of people.

"Who is your friend?"

He looked around and went to the bar, ordering two beers. He slid one to me and I wrapped my hands around the chilled bottle. He took a long drink and pointed with his large finger. I looked... seeing a stunning blond taking the stage.

"Fuck me.' I whispered, grumbling, with a sinking heart. 

"What?" he spoke, the bar getting rowdier.

"Nothing." 

"Hey guys," she said skittishly, her legs were long and toned in a red dress that was fitted like a second skin. She began singing. It was a bit... country? She tossed her blond hair back after her set and skipped right over to us.

"You came!" she threw her arms around him. He didn't reciprocate; he took a drink of his beer over her shoulder. He swallowed hard and spoke as she leaned back.

"I did."

"Thanks for coming Harry, I appreciate it. I needed a face." She laughed. "Hi, I'm Willow."

"Hi, Odette, you were wonderful."

"Thanks," she looked at the clock. "I gotta go, I have another set at another bar, but some of my friends could make it to that one. Thanks for coming." She pinched his cheek and took off. I stared.

"What?" he had a bit of tone.

"How do you know her?" I sipped my beer, trying to stay... or appear calm and indifferent.

"I met Willow through Louis. She's one of the few women I can stand continually."

"So you're friends?" he nodded. "Sleep with her?"

He smirked and took a long drink. "You don't want to know what I've done with Will Odette. It'd only make you angry."

"What? I want to hear."

"No."

"Why won't you tell?" I smiled. "I can take it."

"Why do you care?" he had this expression, it was a bit animated.

"I don't care, I'm curious. You're such a Sex God, right?'

He rolled his eyes and took a long drink. "I'm going to play pool." He rocked back and I felt so jealous and stupid. I sat and drank, giving him space. I needed a buzz.

"Look who it is?" I heard a voice shout. I ignored it, my eyes on Harry but he stiffened, his beautiful body having been lingering over the table. I looked at the man at the door, he was tall and broadly built, very muscular. He had a harsh face, brown eyes that were so dark. Harry reacted at the sound of his voice.

"Mitch, I thought you don't hang out around here."

"I go all over. Beer," he shouted loudly. My heart raced, and I wasn't sure why, anxiety? "Still a dancing queer?"