Alex arrived at the table that he had chosen and carefully placed his glass on one of the glass mats. Then he slid into one of the chairs and gestured for Flash to do the same with the one beside him. He stared at his glass for a moment as he thought of a way to answer Flash. His eyes flickered in the direction of the bar.
“I know people that come here. It’s kind of hard not to when you are all basically slaves. My household is quite a lenient one so we are allowed out a lot of the time.” He shifted and sipped his drink. “My oldest friend was sold though. He’s no where near here anymore so I don’t see him here.” His eyes went back to the bar where a familiar head was moving.
“I know him though…I forgot he worked here actually. Am quite please he didn’t say anything.” Alex admitted and he looked back towards Flash.
“What about you? I know you haven’t been here before but what is this club you mentioned? I think you mentioned it earlier as well?” Alex’s head tilted a little in curiosity as he shifted in his seat. It was weird suddenly having this much space between them considering the other had not long ago been dabbing at his chest. His skin throbbed as an odd reminder and he glanced at his wrist once.
If he was honest,Flash had been hoping for a booth. Booths meant sliding just a little too far along the seat and drunken cuddles. But at least the chair next to Alex was being offered and he took it happily. He sat with his knees together and feet splayed apart, a strange but comfortable way of sitting he'd got used to when having to keep a camera on his lap.
He nodded as Alex spoke. He made sense, he supposed. And the town wasn't that big either. As the blonde gestured towards the bartender, he followed the look and frowned. The guy was pretty, in a rough sort of way, but his expression was far too unhappy for Flash's liking.
"I'm sorry to hear about your friend," he said truthfully, clutching his drink and giving Alex a weak smile. "Do you get to visit him? And that man doesn't seem nice at all. He scares me a little, actually."
As Alex asked about the club, Flash blushed and drank more of his drink than was probably wise. He chewed on his lip for a moment before answering.
"I'm from Tokyo," he started, "and I guess you've heard about host clubs. Everyone has, I think. I worked at one of those. As a photographer," he added quickly, "and an errand boy. I wasn't good enough to be a host. My brother is, though. And so are all our friends. I was with them when I got abducted. I think they were after the guys because they're so beautiful, you know? I just got caught up in it all. See?"
He dug in his back and pulled out a photo, one of a group of four of them, Flash in the centre holding the camera up to a large mirror. He held it out for it Alex wanted to look closer but caught the glance.
"Does your wrist still hurt?" he asked quietly, sipping his drink again. The sugar was addictive.
“No, it doesn’t hurt. It feels tight but doesn’t hurt.” Alex admitted.
Setting his drink down he reached out and took the photo from the other’s hand. He could easily recognise Flash in the picture but he raised his eyes when he was the others. They were all… gorgeous. Including Flash who didn’t seem to realise just what he looked like. Unfortunately Alex wasn’t the best with compliments. He stared down at the picture for a little longer.
“Who knows why we get taken into slavery?” Alex said. Smiling he handed the photo back and took another sip of his drink. “But I think you look good in the photo. As good as the other guys.” Alex looked down at his drink and refused to meet Flash’s eyes. Did that compliment even make sense? He tried not to blush and took another gulp
“So you make money out of your pictures then? Like a job I suppose?” Alex said, trying to direct the conversation back onto track rather than drawing attention to his awful compliment. “Would you show me some? Not right now maybe but… sometime.” Alex finished. Fail. Fail. Fail.
I know what I should do...
Alex arrived at the table that he had chosen and carefully placed his glass on one of the glass mats. Then he slid into one of the chairs and gestured for Flash to do the same with the one beside him. He stared at his glass for a moment as he thought of a way to answer Flash. His eyes flickered in the direction of the bar.
“I know people that come here. It’s kind of hard not to when you are all basically slaves. My household is quite a lenient one so we are allowed out a lot of the time.” He shifted and sipped his drink. “My oldest friend was sold though. He’s no where near here anymore so I don’t see him here.” His eyes went back to the bar where a familiar head was moving.
“I know him though…I forgot he worked here actually. Am quite please he didn’t say anything.” Alex admitted and he looked back towards Flash.
“What about you? I know you haven’t been here before but what is this club you mentioned? I think you mentioned it earlier as well?” Alex’s head tilted a little in curiosity as he shifted in his seat. It was weird suddenly having this much space between them considering the other had not long ago been dabbing at his chest. His skin throbbed as an odd reminder and he glanced at his wrist once.
...but I just can't walk away.
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If he was honest,Flash had been hoping for a booth. Booths meant sliding just a little too far along the seat and drunken cuddles. But at least the chair next to Alex was being offered and he took it happily. He sat with his knees together and feet splayed apart, a strange but comfortable way of sitting he'd got used to when having to keep a camera on his lap.
He nodded as Alex spoke. He made sense, he supposed. And the town wasn't that big either. As the blonde gestured towards the bartender, he followed the look and frowned. The guy was pretty, in a rough sort of way, but his expression was far too unhappy for Flash's liking.
"I'm sorry to hear about your friend," he said truthfully, clutching his drink and giving Alex a weak smile. "Do you get to visit him? And that man doesn't seem nice at all. He scares me a little, actually."
As Alex asked about the club, Flash blushed and drank more of his drink than was probably wise. He chewed on his lip for a moment before answering.
"I'm from Tokyo," he started, "and I guess you've heard about host clubs. Everyone has, I think. I worked at one of those. As a photographer," he added quickly, "and an errand boy. I wasn't good enough to be a host. My brother is, though. And so are all our friends. I was with them when I got abducted. I think they were after the guys because they're so beautiful, you know? I just got caught up in it all. See?"
He dug in his back and pulled out a photo, one of a group of four of them, Flash in the centre holding the camera up to a large mirror. He held it out for it Alex wanted to look closer but caught the glance.
"Does your wrist still hurt?" he asked quietly, sipping his drink again. The sugar was addictive.
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I know what I should do...
Alex shook his head and smiled at Flash.
“No, it doesn’t hurt. It feels tight but doesn’t hurt.” Alex admitted.
Setting his drink down he reached out and took the photo from the other’s hand. He could easily recognise Flash in the picture but he raised his eyes when he was the others. They were all… gorgeous. Including Flash who didn’t seem to realise just what he looked like. Unfortunately Alex wasn’t the best with compliments. He stared down at the picture for a little longer.
“Who knows why we get taken into slavery?” Alex said. Smiling he handed the photo back and took another sip of his drink. “But I think you look good in the photo. As good as the other guys.” Alex looked down at his drink and refused to meet Flash’s eyes. Did that compliment even make sense? He tried not to blush and took another gulp
“So you make money out of your pictures then? Like a job I suppose?” Alex said, trying to direct the conversation back onto track rather than drawing attention to his awful compliment. “Would you show me some? Not right now maybe but… sometime.” Alex finished. Fail. Fail. Fail.
...but I just can't walk away.
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