Chapter 18: Club/Past! [2]

There wasn't much special about the basement as I entered. It was merely filled with smoke and the scent of alcohol.

At first, it felt overwhelming, but it was much better after walking to the quiet bar with several people seated and impatient people calling out orders.

I say quietly because when I worked at a bar in my first year of college, there would be almost a dozen people shouting and screaming their orders and holding out their cards like monkeys in a zoo.

Since I didn't feel like making much of a scene, I sat at the corner of the bar, waiting my turn.

Since hitting 18 and becoming legally able to drink, I rarely did—the images of my drunk father would flash in my mind back then...

Not so much now, and honestly, I feel that, slowly, I've been able to overcome my time living with Dad. He was a horrible man, but that doesn't stop him from being my father...

No matter how twisted our relationship is, there will always be a strange affection—he's my only father.

I still hate the cunt, though.

"Evenin' handsome, what can I getcha'? Asked the sexy bartender with her tight shirt and black overcoat, giving me a wink with her long fake lashes flickering along.

"Hmmm, anything that's sweet with a kick." Somehow, I did feel a bit caught off guard—a guy was sitting beside me...

Although he wasn't overly ugly, he was above average, but this brunette just ignored him and came to me...

Somehow, feeling the opposite end of the deal didn't make me feel any better, so trying to be the good guy, I leaned close to him—his glasses were cool, and he seemed to be able to watch TV or videos on the lenses.

"Yo, what do you want to drink, bro?" I asked him with the best smile I could muster.

To my surprise, the guy just smiled at me, mouthing the word thanks as the bartender watched our interaction, maybe thinking we were together.

But before she hurriedly asked the cool glasses guy what he wanted, another bartender with neck-length blonde hair, azure blue eyes and red lips moved towards us—she tapped the brunette on the shoulder and whispered something.

When the blonde bombshell spun around, her large breasts almost popped out from her slightly open shirt and loose black overcoat.

"Sorry about that~ she's a little addicted to handsome faces." The husky voice sounded like a foreigner from the Western country of justice... It was rather sexy, if I am honest.

Because my mother is European and blonde, I've always been fascinated by the different accents of people from other countries and continents.

A slight rustic and husky voice suited her pretty girl next door face well.

"Since she served my friend first, I won't blame her too much—get us both. Bullion on the rocks, my handsome brother is paying for the first round."

He then leaned into the girl and whispered something...

Of course, with my improved hearing, I heard what he said.

Honestly, I didn't mind because it was my first time interacting with someone who wasn't chasing me for money or debt for once.

He just told her that if she wanted my number, he would put in a good word for her. What a weird guy...

"So then..."

I couldn't remember how much time had passed, we drank several bourbons from the Bullion brand, the man was called Kevin and he studied at the same university as my sister...

"Hey, Kev, are we getting another?"

"Mmm, W-well? Ahhaa... I have a deadline on Monday... but I feel so good drinking, haha!"

What a shock! Because of this, I wanted to make the best impression possible on the off chance he knew her, and this friendship lasted longer than a night at the bar...

The alcohol made me a little dizzy, but not as bad as Kevin, who was very confident and made me realise...

Why did I become self-conscious and dislike Kevin because I wasn't handsome or poor?

"Rai...Rai.... you know... R-aio....aio...ayyyy! You are so handsome, bro..."

"In fact... I am sooooo... fucking jealous...!"

"Hmmm? You are pretty cool, Kev—look, you speak so easily to that brunette bartender."

"Didn't you get her number?"

I could see that Kevin was smashed or close to it. But I was getting tipsy and feeling the effect of the bourbon...

The ambience of this place was great... many people were dancing or chatting, and surprisingly, there were no problems with fights or arguing.

Oh?

Thud!

There goes, Kevin...

I watched his face slam into the bar before the brunette, who had made a mistake earlier, ensured he was okay and threw me a wink before she took out her phone and helped Kevin leave his seat.

"Hmmm?"

Suddenly, someone tapped my shoulder before slipping into the seat beside me—the alcohol was setting in, and my body didn't immediately chase them. My legs felt a bit heavy, and my eyes blurred momentarily.

"Oh, it's that sexy bartender." I blurted out my thoughts, seeing her now wearing a tight t-shirt with a band name, a small leather jacket, and blue denim jeans.

"I'm sexy? Haha, well, thank ye' a handsome fellow like you has good taste."

Before I realised there was another drink in front of me, the taste was sweet but with a kick; the taste was like cinnamon mixed with caramel, and the burn was rather bad.

It wasn't the same bourbon as before... But I liked it because it made me feel alive.

"Oh? Look at those beautiful eyes. Did you' like my special mix? " The blonde woman looked at me, drinking the same drink, her lipgloss leaving a mark on the glass as I watched her face for a few moments.

I couldn't help but feel that if this were the previous me, I might have shifted or shied away from her...

Her body smelt like cigarettes, sweet perfume and the bourbon on her breath as she leaned close to me so her voice would reach my ears.

"You seem to be quite new to bars~ especially this one, fufu—how you tried to act cool with your little friend was amusing."

She sipped quite a bit of the bourbon—my eyes fixated on her neck as she swallowed—there was something seductive about her... was it the alcohol or the tattoo peeking from her blouse on her right breast?

I honestly didn't know... but I wanted to.

"I'm Elizabeth. You can call me Lizzie or Liz, foo, you even smell great, handsome."

The slight touch of her lips against the tip of my ears was extremely exciting and caused me to feel like my heart would explode.

Somehow, the bar seats seemed closer than usual—her shoulder pushed against mine while I felt the soft sensation of her firm breasts squishing against my elbow as her bourbon-soaked breath blew down my cheek.

Yet It felt really good... To have a woman approach me and not be related to money or buying her services, haha.

"Call me Rai, a short name, but hey~ I can't help my lazy dad when he named me."

Why should I hold back? This woman seemed to be my sister's age, but what did that matter when she started to feel inside my shirt?

"Hey~" Her lips were close enough to kiss me as she spoke with a deep, husky tone while her azure eyes beckoned me to give her my complete attention like a siren.

"How about we find somewhere quiet to chat together~?"

I felt the warmth of her palm sliding along my inner thigh as her fingers explored my crotch, her eyes lighting up when she felt Rai jr giving a fearsome smile...

More deadly than those Ratmen, this woman was a man-eater for sure.

But still...

I followed her, devouring her before she could see my true bottom, me trying so desperately to hide.

It's just sex.

"Let's go—you choose where I'll pay." So, I made the offer.

A red smile, glossy and alluring... The bumpy suspension of the cheap Ober ride at 3 a.m.

Her husky voice whispered that by now, that brunette was probably riding Kev's cock in a seedy hotel room, quite like what we would do.

But we would have a more expensive room.

That's the only memory I have before arriving at our destination.

Holding my hand with a slightly damp feeling, she pulled me into a place with an Eastern name that translated into something quite cringe.

It was named—"The Lover's Embrace."