"noooo!!!!, my champagne...." The words trailed off Fedora's lips as a shaky cry took over, as he crouched low with a lazy attempt to keep his dizzy self steady.
He picked one of the crimson-stained crystals with the tip of his finger and carefully placed it slightly on his lips, sucking off the remaining wine from it.
" No, sir", the bartender screamed in correction as he immediately rushed over, pulling tipsy Fedora up and away from the broken glass "Sir, you can't drink from that", the bartender added, voice loud but polite.
Fedora quickly flung his arms away from the man's grip
" let me go, you son of a .... Don't let me curse you" he warned, barely standing on ten toes dusting imaginary dust off himself.
The janitor quickly rushed in, cleaning up the mess, in a practiced and professional pace.
" Is everything okay? " Fedora's friends yelled in that direction, and Fedora managed a sharp wave of dismissal and his friends registered it as 'DND' signal.
Apparently the scene drew attention, but what drew people in the most was that:the Hot as hell guy everyone has been eyeing since, was finally standing in front of Fedora.
" He's so lucky, ugh! "
" He sure knows how to attract the fine ones" they murmured indistinctly.
"Okay that's enough, let's mind our business" Tyra urged.
Miguel on the other hand was too stunned to speak, he could feel the wet sensation from the splattered wine soak into his trousers mingling on his skin, but that didn't bother him, he was standing right in front of this drunken, rot mouth.
And OH! Fucking No!, distance wasn't doing enough justice to this ethereality, yes! This little toy was undeniably beautiful and cute, and the wilder part of it all?, he wants him right fucking now, but something in him wasn't only yearning for sex this time and that scared him a little that it yearned for more, something he couldn't pin-point.
Fedora who looked so disoriented and confused on what to do finally said something, "I'm sorry" He apologized, voice almost in a hushed whisper, pinching his forehead together.
That kind of made Miguel smile, 'such a cutie pie', and again Miguel didn't say a word, actually did know what to say, and this was yet another 'unlikely' night. Thanks to this pie here, he has lost his speech abilities.
If only he knew that was one of the worst things that was going to happen to him tonight .
" Wait! " Fedora paused mid-shaky breath, straightening the moment he caught that face, and to confirm he wasn't crazy or this was his drunk eyes, he quickly snapped his head over to the far end of the room.
"I thought...." He trailed off in realisation that this dick head wasn't actually leaving, instead he was approaching him.
Which means 'it wasn't clearly my fault that the bottle broke ' that made his face reddened harder than It already was.
"Wait!" He exclaimed again with laughing dryly at the absurdity, and this time that earned him a concern raise of the eyebrows from Miguel.
"The nerve!!" Fedora's nose flared, as his mouth twitched barely open, showcasing only two upper teeth, then he continued.
" The actual nerve!!!.... You know what?, you are really starting to piss me off real good, first you think I am some—some cheap forgotten goods at a groceries store, and now this?! " he gestured to the floor moving his hands in a circular motion, irritation abundant in his tone, before slightly turning away briefly, one hand placed gracefully on his waist the other fanning his damp neck.
"Um—excuse me?, I think we've lost the plot, amnesia don't work that fast or I would have presumed you forgot who bumped into who first" Miguel finally spoke with that deep icy, calculated grunt with a multifunctional smile, modest, naughty and goosebumps worthy.
Which were already creeping into Fedora's skin, making the hairs in his body stand stiff in attention,except his own goosebumps were that of aggregating anger, the man was kinda right with his statement and that pissed Fedora the most.
He just wagged his finger towards the man in total disdain for his nonchalant, arrogant aura ' he should have also apologised!!!!!' mouth pressed into a thin line, but then opened again.
"I know your type"
"Do you?, cause my type is just right here, in front of me" Miguel fired with that slippery smile that infuriated the hell out of Fedora.
" I am definitely not sorry about what happened seconds ago"Fedora retorted,
eyes narrowing.
" Except you were, seconds ago"
" And I take it back " Fedora aggressively cupped the air across Miguel's face,which almost made Miguel laugh at that sassiness
" Have a nice time paying for the drink you broke okay?, am going to go back to my friends, hopefully you can afford that, with your thrifted ripped shirt, cover those flat chest, I don't even know what you are trying to prove...…anyways take care,okay?,
i'mma be on my way now"
Fedora flashed a mock smile at Miguel, dusted off his shoulders deliberately and with that he majestically brushed past the man.
But then he felt a strong grip clasp his fragile wrist, soft and careful,but firm enough to pull him back to his initial position.
" What do you want?!" Fedora barked,arms flaying frantically "take 'no' for an answer and live me the fuck aloooone-uh!,I am not Interested in you" he added
" Me either, " Miguel frowned.
" Huh?" Fedora froze in his tracks for a heartbeat....
To be continued...