One hell of a night -- oneshot, original fiction request
Type of Story: One-Shot
Genre: Romance with a twist of Magic, humour
Original Character #1: Mike - brown hair; gray eyes; tall and well-built; wears a designer shirt and tight, belted dress pants; cocky; over-confident; thinks he's God's gift to women.
Original Character #2: Lyna - long, dark hair; deep blue eyes; pale skin; wears a sexy black dress and a pendent the same colour as her eyes; self-confident; coy; pretends to be more helpless than she is. Oh, and she's an age-demon.
Pairing: Mike x Lyna
Setting: An evening to a bar turns out to be one hell of a night. Sometimes, the girl of your dreams might just be a devil.
Length: About 2500 words
A/N: This is one interesting plot...gaiaonline request. XD
[[One hell of a night]]
Mike tugged slightly on his suit to straighten it as he took off his sunglasses with the free hand. Faintly, he could hear light jazz music from inside the bar before he pushed the polished gold-imprinted glass door open, the hanging sign that wrote ‘Welcome’ shook a little with the force. His brown eyes took a short glance at the interior, taking in the dim candle-shaped lightings, the well polished black marble bar top, small wooden planked stage, the shiny black marble dance floor, and the maroon chic coloured carpet at the dining area. If one would want to describe it, it would be along the words of ‘elegant’ or ‘classy’.
Mike slowly made his way towards the bar table as he took the time to look at the people around him. There were a few couples on the dance floor, swaying to the slow music, while many others sat around at the tables listening to the live band. It was considered exceptionally quiet as compared to many other pubs and bars he’s been to. Mike sat down at the maroon leather bar top chair and lean against the bar top; his eyes continue to scan the room, searching, hunting.
Yet Mike could not set his eyes on someone; the girls are either already engaged with a male escort, or they were just too bland for his taste. He was after-all, a self-proclaimed womaniser, the lady must be of a certain class to be hand-picked by him, whether in society status or appearance at least.
Just then, the door opened and Mike took a quick look in that direction, before a smirk crept up upon his lips unconsciously.
A woman, about his age, walked in and passed Mike to sit at an empty table. The lady, ‘Lyna’ as he heard the bartender when he gave her a greeting, leaned back on the soft comfortable sofa, while her well-toned arms resting themselves on the sides of the armchair after dumping her black Gucci handbag beside her. She cocked her head to the side to push her dark blue bangs to the side, revealing her pretty face; a pair of matching deep blue eyes and straight nose, combined with a pair of cherry-coloured pouty lips that settled themselves nicely on her pale, flawless skin.
Her dress is of an exquisite one as well, a cross-back black knee-length dress, with a cut opening on the left that exposed her long milky legs as she crossed them elegantly, the whole dress-up complimented with a pair of studded blackish-grey open-toed heels.
If there is one woman that Mike would love to pick, it would be one with exotic appearance and taste, the latter being very important. After-all, no matter how pretty a woman looked, if she has absolutely no taste in her dress-up, she would be like a cup of vanilla ice-cream; tasty perhaps, but definitely undeniably boring.
Not to mention, she was giving of an aura of confidence and arrogance, a type of provocative sexiness combined with a hint of innocence and playfulness; a warning to any challenger. Mike was captivated, he admits, especially if it is a downright challenge addressed to him.
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“Is this seat occupied?”
Lyna looked up to the new voice, her blue eyes observing the new stranger in front of her. She’s not surprised at all; it is a bar where people get picked up all the time, and it’s not as if she’s ugly. In fact, she is sure that she definitely have some charm, either appearance or personality. She bit her lower lip to suppress a small smirk that threatened to spread onto her full lips, but that just made her look more attractive in Mike’s eyes.
Lyna gave a brief nod as she gestured the stranger to take a seat, taking a good look at the newcomer. Truth be told, she was slightly captivated. That deep manly voice and neat appearance gave her a good first impression. It was presentable, and suits the bar atmosphere very well. Being the bar’s regular, Lyna was positive that she had never met this guy.
“First time here?” She asked, starting a conversation. If this new guy is just a pretty shell, she would much rather be alone.
“Yea,” Lyna watch as the other gave a casual answer, adjusting to find a comfortable position on the opposite armchair all the while keeping eye-contact with her. ‘Confident, a good bonus for any good looking guy out there’ Lyna thought as she smiled. In the past, there were a few brave souls that dared to test their luck with her, yet failed with keeping eye-contact with her. They were either busy staring at her legs or some disgusting idiots, her chest area, or looking at the red carpet floor with utmost interest. They were immediately eliminated from her list of course, especially the perverts. They were blacklisted, almost literally.
Yet today this new guy, who had just introduced himself as ‘Mike’ without stuttering, might just stand a chance. Might.
“Interesting...you’re the only one in the past few days that is able to keep a straight conversation with me.” Lyna stated smoothly.
“Really? Well, I suppose it is not easy for some when coming face to face with a beauty like you,” Mike replied, ending with a wink that got Lyna amused.
“Oh~? And I suppose it’s easy for you?”
Mike chuckled, “You’re a beauty, I admit, but I’m not that bad either.”
Lyna gave a light laughter, using her right hand to cover her mouth when doing so. Elegance, was what she was taught through the years. “Confident, are we?”
Mike just shrugged a little, “Well, I am irresistible to most woman.”
That made Lyna arches her eyebrow involuntarily. If there was one thing Lyna would never choose a guy due to it, it would be an overly-confident, cocky and egoistic personality, which unfortunately seems to slowly unveiled itself as their small chat continued. No matter how cute a guy looks, how smart he dresses, if his personality sucks, that’s it.
“Irresistible, you say?” Lyna asked, leaning forward and placed her head on her palm which had rested itself on the table.
“Are you not least bit attracted?” Mike asked back in a teasing tone, leaning himself forward as well while Lyna pulled herself back to rest against the back of the armchair, each of elbow rested itself on the sides of the arm rest, her long slender fingers crossing each other. Lightly, she rested her head on top of the fingertips and gave a coy smile.
“The only time I find a guy irresistible...hmm, do you want to know?” she asked, cocking her head to a side, widening her huge eyes as it sparkled with a ting of amusement and excitement.
Mike gulped a little upon seeing the lady in front of him, but calmed himself down just in time before he made a fool of himself there and then. The lady in front of him is sure interesting, and he was sure that he was going to have one hell of a night that day. “I’m all ears,” he replied, interested in what kind of guy is able to attract this sexy fox.
“Then let me grant you your wish,” Lyna whispered as she hid her smirk behind her hands. If this boy wants a memorable night, he will get what he wants, whether he actually enjoyed it or not...is another case altogether.
Mike arched his eyebrows for a second. He was sure that he heard her mumbled something, but the lady in front of him did nothing but to smile. Seeing that she was not expecting any response, Mike threw that slightly uncomfortable feeling to the back of his head as he tried to continue the conversation with Lyna. Obviously, he did not see the quick incarnation Lyna had sealed the ‘promise’ with.
“So, tell me more about yourself first,” Lyna started the conversation before Mike had the chance to, and Mike couldn’t help but think that Lyna has a high competitive streak and likes to be in the lead. This was rare among the women that he had flirted with before, and that got him geared up. Oh how badly he wanted to impress her, to win her over. He didn’t manage to foresee that the tables have been turned, that the ‘hunter’ is now being hunted.
---
Mike had been busy talking about his flamboyant adventures and ambitions, personality and ideals that he didn’t realised that he had been talking for a near twenty minutes now. As he ranted on, Lyna made no move to stop him, but instead seemed to be encouraging him by nodding now and then, laughing at several incidents that Mike had intended to say to evoke such responses.
It wasn’t until Lyna had interrupted Mike during one of his many pauses to tell him that she’s “thirsty and itching for a glass of Manhattan’, and that she would really appreciate if ‘any gentleman can fulfil her satisfaction’, did Mike realised his unconscious rant.
“I’ll be back,” Mike replied to Lyna’s innocent-looking pout as he stood up immediately and headed towards the bar top, failing to see Lyna’s smirk when he turned on his heels. The well-fitted clothes had already seemed loose at the boy was talking away just now, the jacket had started to look oversized and all, and Lyna was trying her hardest not to laugh out loud. After-all, this is just the beginning of the real fun.
---
As Mike made his way towards the counter, he couldn’t help but feel weird. His left hand subconsciously made its way to the hem of his pants as he pulled at it, realising that it had just gotten...loose. It’s weird since he likes to wear fitting pants, not to mention he had worn a belt over it so it shouldn’t be slipping down his sexy hips.
Shrugging the thoughts away as he neared the bartender, who was somehow looking at him with a slightly taunting and amused expression. “Two Manhattans please,” Mike spoke to the bartender as he struggled to lean against the smooth marble top. Wait, since when did he have to struggle?
“...Oh well, mister, I suggest you go home before your mommy catches you here.”
“...Excuse me?” Mike responded, not a least bit amused by the bartender’s comment.
“If you insist on the drinks...then I’m sorry but to ask for your proof of age,” the bartender continued, not even looking at Mike while he shook a mixture for another customer.
“...”
Seeing as Mike made no movement, the bartender poured the blue mixture into a cup as he repeated his request.
“That means your identification card, boy.”
“I understand what that means!” Mike spat, feeling insulted as he reached into his sagging pants for his wallet and drew his ID out. “See, I’m obviously of age.”
The bartender finally looked up from his work as he eyed the ID, then looked at Mike before chuckling. “Where did you get the ID from, looks convincing, but well, denied.”
“What do you mean denied?” Mike asked, half shouting due to frustration as his voice cracked a little. Instinctively, his fingers found themselves on his throat. Did he just crack his voice?
Putting down his work altogether, the bartender leaned himself onto the bar top table as he looked down at Mike. “Look kiddo. Nice try in sneaking out your daddy’s clothes and snooping a fake ID, but you’re obviously far from legal to try alcoholic stuff, so why don’t you just go home to your mommy?”
“Wha-?” Mike shouted, his voice sounding like a pre-teen desperate to grow up as it cracked several octaves high and low. Angry, he wanted to slam his hand on the bar top before he realised that he was looking up at the table; the surface way above his head, his hands looking squished and small.
“What’s happening?” he squealed, sounding like a dolphin which he was about a decade ago. It didn’t take long to realised he is at eye-level with the cushion seat of the bar top chair, which somehow looked frightening huge and uncomfortable. He took a step back, shocked and half stunned, only to stumble in the now really over-sized and sagged pants and fell. He bit his lower lip, trying hard not to cry, confusion, shock and fright all spelt on his baby-fat ridden face.
---
Lyna laughed out loud from where she was sitting; she was having much fun alright. It is amusing, really, seeing how the man had turned into a small child, squirming and squealing in fright. Alright, maybe she is a little harsh, but if he’s a real man he should be able to take it hands down.
Oh right, he’s only human.
Lyna stood up from the table; it’s time to start clearing the mess she’s made. She took a few long strides, arriving in front of what’s left of Mr Mike -a baby of mere few months old. She watched as the baby’s eyes widened, the small body shaking with fear. Even though she had changed the physical appearance of Mike, she can’t really do anything about his mentality. So basically, he’s a 23 year-old soul stuck in a 5 month body.
She scooped Mike baby onto the bar top table as he continue to squirm, finally realising the cause of everything. She fished around in her bag as she tried to coo the baby. Finally finding it, she worn the diaper on Mike and wrap a shawl around him.
“Now, you’re really irresistible to women,” she taunted, settling him on the table, pinching his bubbly marshmallow-like cheeks while doing so.
The bartender sighed at the sight in front of him. “Lyna, sometimes I think you’re really a devil.”
“Well, I’m a demon, doesn’t that makes me his cousin?” Lyna replied, winking, “besides, I’m sure it will be a good experience for his little guy here.”
“Hell yea, it’s one hell of a night for him.”
---
Mike woke up, sweating as he hugged himself, then realised he was in adult form alright. He took a glance at the clock he hung above the work table, and noted that it was wee hours of the morning. His head felt a little light, and he reckoned it must be the alcohol that caused the nightmare.
He leaned back onto the soft mattress he find oh-so-comforting at that moment, as his left hand rummaged about the side table for his handphone, and screamed upon seeing it.
The screensaver of his prada phone is a picture of Lyna, and a baby wrapped in a black shawl with much resemblance to him, and at the bottom written a line, “Don’t cross women.”
And Mike is sure he had learnt his lesson.
2467 words
Genre: Romance with a twist of Magic, humour
Original Character #1: Mike - brown hair; gray eyes; tall and well-built; wears a designer shirt and tight, belted dress pants; cocky; over-confident; thinks he's God's gift to women.
Original Character #2: Lyna - long, dark hair; deep blue eyes; pale skin; wears a sexy black dress and a pendent the same colour as her eyes; self-confident; coy; pretends to be more helpless than she is. Oh, and she's an age-demon.
Pairing: Mike x Lyna
Setting: An evening to a bar turns out to be one hell of a night. Sometimes, the girl of your dreams might just be a devil.
Length: About 2500 words
A/N: This is one interesting plot...gaiaonline request. XD
[[One hell of a night]]
Mike tugged slightly on his suit to straighten it as he took off his sunglasses with the free hand. Faintly, he could hear light jazz music from inside the bar before he pushed the polished gold-imprinted glass door open, the hanging sign that wrote ‘Welcome’ shook a little with the force. His brown eyes took a short glance at the interior, taking in the dim candle-shaped lightings, the well polished black marble bar top, small wooden planked stage, the shiny black marble dance floor, and the maroon chic coloured carpet at the dining area. If one would want to describe it, it would be along the words of ‘elegant’ or ‘classy’.
Mike slowly made his way towards the bar table as he took the time to look at the people around him. There were a few couples on the dance floor, swaying to the slow music, while many others sat around at the tables listening to the live band. It was considered exceptionally quiet as compared to many other pubs and bars he’s been to. Mike sat down at the maroon leather bar top chair and lean against the bar top; his eyes continue to scan the room, searching, hunting.
Yet Mike could not set his eyes on someone; the girls are either already engaged with a male escort, or they were just too bland for his taste. He was after-all, a self-proclaimed womaniser, the lady must be of a certain class to be hand-picked by him, whether in society status or appearance at least.
Just then, the door opened and Mike took a quick look in that direction, before a smirk crept up upon his lips unconsciously.
A woman, about his age, walked in and passed Mike to sit at an empty table. The lady, ‘Lyna’ as he heard the bartender when he gave her a greeting, leaned back on the soft comfortable sofa, while her well-toned arms resting themselves on the sides of the armchair after dumping her black Gucci handbag beside her. She cocked her head to the side to push her dark blue bangs to the side, revealing her pretty face; a pair of matching deep blue eyes and straight nose, combined with a pair of cherry-coloured pouty lips that settled themselves nicely on her pale, flawless skin.
Her dress is of an exquisite one as well, a cross-back black knee-length dress, with a cut opening on the left that exposed her long milky legs as she crossed them elegantly, the whole dress-up complimented with a pair of studded blackish-grey open-toed heels.
If there is one woman that Mike would love to pick, it would be one with exotic appearance and taste, the latter being very important. After-all, no matter how pretty a woman looked, if she has absolutely no taste in her dress-up, she would be like a cup of vanilla ice-cream; tasty perhaps, but definitely undeniably boring.
Not to mention, she was giving of an aura of confidence and arrogance, a type of provocative sexiness combined with a hint of innocence and playfulness; a warning to any challenger. Mike was captivated, he admits, especially if it is a downright challenge addressed to him.
---
“Is this seat occupied?”
Lyna looked up to the new voice, her blue eyes observing the new stranger in front of her. She’s not surprised at all; it is a bar where people get picked up all the time, and it’s not as if she’s ugly. In fact, she is sure that she definitely have some charm, either appearance or personality. She bit her lower lip to suppress a small smirk that threatened to spread onto her full lips, but that just made her look more attractive in Mike’s eyes.
Lyna gave a brief nod as she gestured the stranger to take a seat, taking a good look at the newcomer. Truth be told, she was slightly captivated. That deep manly voice and neat appearance gave her a good first impression. It was presentable, and suits the bar atmosphere very well. Being the bar’s regular, Lyna was positive that she had never met this guy.
“First time here?” She asked, starting a conversation. If this new guy is just a pretty shell, she would much rather be alone.
“Yea,” Lyna watch as the other gave a casual answer, adjusting to find a comfortable position on the opposite armchair all the while keeping eye-contact with her. ‘Confident, a good bonus for any good looking guy out there’ Lyna thought as she smiled. In the past, there were a few brave souls that dared to test their luck with her, yet failed with keeping eye-contact with her. They were either busy staring at her legs or some disgusting idiots, her chest area, or looking at the red carpet floor with utmost interest. They were immediately eliminated from her list of course, especially the perverts. They were blacklisted, almost literally.
Yet today this new guy, who had just introduced himself as ‘Mike’ without stuttering, might just stand a chance. Might.
“Interesting...you’re the only one in the past few days that is able to keep a straight conversation with me.” Lyna stated smoothly.
“Really? Well, I suppose it is not easy for some when coming face to face with a beauty like you,” Mike replied, ending with a wink that got Lyna amused.
“Oh~? And I suppose it’s easy for you?”
Mike chuckled, “You’re a beauty, I admit, but I’m not that bad either.”
Lyna gave a light laughter, using her right hand to cover her mouth when doing so. Elegance, was what she was taught through the years. “Confident, are we?”
Mike just shrugged a little, “Well, I am irresistible to most woman.”
That made Lyna arches her eyebrow involuntarily. If there was one thing Lyna would never choose a guy due to it, it would be an overly-confident, cocky and egoistic personality, which unfortunately seems to slowly unveiled itself as their small chat continued. No matter how cute a guy looks, how smart he dresses, if his personality sucks, that’s it.
“Irresistible, you say?” Lyna asked, leaning forward and placed her head on her palm which had rested itself on the table.
“Are you not least bit attracted?” Mike asked back in a teasing tone, leaning himself forward as well while Lyna pulled herself back to rest against the back of the armchair, each of elbow rested itself on the sides of the arm rest, her long slender fingers crossing each other. Lightly, she rested her head on top of the fingertips and gave a coy smile.
“The only time I find a guy irresistible...hmm, do you want to know?” she asked, cocking her head to a side, widening her huge eyes as it sparkled with a ting of amusement and excitement.
Mike gulped a little upon seeing the lady in front of him, but calmed himself down just in time before he made a fool of himself there and then. The lady in front of him is sure interesting, and he was sure that he was going to have one hell of a night that day. “I’m all ears,” he replied, interested in what kind of guy is able to attract this sexy fox.
“Then let me grant you your wish,” Lyna whispered as she hid her smirk behind her hands. If this boy wants a memorable night, he will get what he wants, whether he actually enjoyed it or not...is another case altogether.
Mike arched his eyebrows for a second. He was sure that he heard her mumbled something, but the lady in front of him did nothing but to smile. Seeing that she was not expecting any response, Mike threw that slightly uncomfortable feeling to the back of his head as he tried to continue the conversation with Lyna. Obviously, he did not see the quick incarnation Lyna had sealed the ‘promise’ with.
“So, tell me more about yourself first,” Lyna started the conversation before Mike had the chance to, and Mike couldn’t help but think that Lyna has a high competitive streak and likes to be in the lead. This was rare among the women that he had flirted with before, and that got him geared up. Oh how badly he wanted to impress her, to win her over. He didn’t manage to foresee that the tables have been turned, that the ‘hunter’ is now being hunted.
---
Mike had been busy talking about his flamboyant adventures and ambitions, personality and ideals that he didn’t realised that he had been talking for a near twenty minutes now. As he ranted on, Lyna made no move to stop him, but instead seemed to be encouraging him by nodding now and then, laughing at several incidents that Mike had intended to say to evoke such responses.
It wasn’t until Lyna had interrupted Mike during one of his many pauses to tell him that she’s “thirsty and itching for a glass of Manhattan’, and that she would really appreciate if ‘any gentleman can fulfil her satisfaction’, did Mike realised his unconscious rant.
“I’ll be back,” Mike replied to Lyna’s innocent-looking pout as he stood up immediately and headed towards the bar top, failing to see Lyna’s smirk when he turned on his heels. The well-fitted clothes had already seemed loose at the boy was talking away just now, the jacket had started to look oversized and all, and Lyna was trying her hardest not to laugh out loud. After-all, this is just the beginning of the real fun.
---
As Mike made his way towards the counter, he couldn’t help but feel weird. His left hand subconsciously made its way to the hem of his pants as he pulled at it, realising that it had just gotten...loose. It’s weird since he likes to wear fitting pants, not to mention he had worn a belt over it so it shouldn’t be slipping down his sexy hips.
Shrugging the thoughts away as he neared the bartender, who was somehow looking at him with a slightly taunting and amused expression. “Two Manhattans please,” Mike spoke to the bartender as he struggled to lean against the smooth marble top. Wait, since when did he have to struggle?
“...Oh well, mister, I suggest you go home before your mommy catches you here.”
“...Excuse me?” Mike responded, not a least bit amused by the bartender’s comment.
“If you insist on the drinks...then I’m sorry but to ask for your proof of age,” the bartender continued, not even looking at Mike while he shook a mixture for another customer.
“...”
Seeing as Mike made no movement, the bartender poured the blue mixture into a cup as he repeated his request.
“That means your identification card, boy.”
“I understand what that means!” Mike spat, feeling insulted as he reached into his sagging pants for his wallet and drew his ID out. “See, I’m obviously of age.”
The bartender finally looked up from his work as he eyed the ID, then looked at Mike before chuckling. “Where did you get the ID from, looks convincing, but well, denied.”
“What do you mean denied?” Mike asked, half shouting due to frustration as his voice cracked a little. Instinctively, his fingers found themselves on his throat. Did he just crack his voice?
Putting down his work altogether, the bartender leaned himself onto the bar top table as he looked down at Mike. “Look kiddo. Nice try in sneaking out your daddy’s clothes and snooping a fake ID, but you’re obviously far from legal to try alcoholic stuff, so why don’t you just go home to your mommy?”
“Wha-?” Mike shouted, his voice sounding like a pre-teen desperate to grow up as it cracked several octaves high and low. Angry, he wanted to slam his hand on the bar top before he realised that he was looking up at the table; the surface way above his head, his hands looking squished and small.
“What’s happening?” he squealed, sounding like a dolphin which he was about a decade ago. It didn’t take long to realised he is at eye-level with the cushion seat of the bar top chair, which somehow looked frightening huge and uncomfortable. He took a step back, shocked and half stunned, only to stumble in the now really over-sized and sagged pants and fell. He bit his lower lip, trying hard not to cry, confusion, shock and fright all spelt on his baby-fat ridden face.
---
Lyna laughed out loud from where she was sitting; she was having much fun alright. It is amusing, really, seeing how the man had turned into a small child, squirming and squealing in fright. Alright, maybe she is a little harsh, but if he’s a real man he should be able to take it hands down.
Oh right, he’s only human.
Lyna stood up from the table; it’s time to start clearing the mess she’s made. She took a few long strides, arriving in front of what’s left of Mr Mike -a baby of mere few months old. She watched as the baby’s eyes widened, the small body shaking with fear. Even though she had changed the physical appearance of Mike, she can’t really do anything about his mentality. So basically, he’s a 23 year-old soul stuck in a 5 month body.
She scooped Mike baby onto the bar top table as he continue to squirm, finally realising the cause of everything. She fished around in her bag as she tried to coo the baby. Finally finding it, she worn the diaper on Mike and wrap a shawl around him.
“Now, you’re really irresistible to women,” she taunted, settling him on the table, pinching his bubbly marshmallow-like cheeks while doing so.
The bartender sighed at the sight in front of him. “Lyna, sometimes I think you’re really a devil.”
“Well, I’m a demon, doesn’t that makes me his cousin?” Lyna replied, winking, “besides, I’m sure it will be a good experience for his little guy here.”
“Hell yea, it’s one hell of a night for him.”
---
Mike woke up, sweating as he hugged himself, then realised he was in adult form alright. He took a glance at the clock he hung above the work table, and noted that it was wee hours of the morning. His head felt a little light, and he reckoned it must be the alcohol that caused the nightmare.
He leaned back onto the soft mattress he find oh-so-comforting at that moment, as his left hand rummaged about the side table for his handphone, and screamed upon seeing it.
The screensaver of his prada phone is a picture of Lyna, and a baby wrapped in a black shawl with much resemblance to him, and at the bottom written a line, “Don’t cross women.”
And Mike is sure he had learnt his lesson.
2467 words