148| Old man
It was almost like Raze could feel Neo's burning gaze on the side of his face. So he turned around and looked at him. Caught so suddenly, there was a delayed action of pretending he wasn't looking at Raze.
"Fuck." Neo cussed as he refilled his beer. The taste had been incredibly terrible at first, but he was growing into it.
He didn't know how long he would have to be sitting alone and sipping beer until it was time to leave.
"Hello, there."
Neo was startled by the greeting. He lifted his head and saw Raze standing over his table. He had taken off his shirt at some point and was wearing a white singlet over his jeans.
His muscles bulged with every slight movement he made as sweat glistened every patch of skin on his body. It was kind of hard to take his eyes off Raze, but Neo still did it.
"How are you doing?" Raze spoke up again, his voice was unbearably low for someone speaking inside a night club, but Neo could hear him crisp and clear.
