Stress Relief [Open]
The clock chimes twice in a seedy bar on the edge of town, where an uncomfortable-looking young man sits squished between two beefy patrons at the counter. He quietly nurses a drink and keeps to himself, strange blue eyes wandering around. He’s clearly out of his element, but that doesn’t stop him from searching for a warm body to go home with.
A young woman, small and short smiles at him, hoping he’d notice her and sit with her. She admires him from afar, his pretty blue eyes and his slender body making her smile
Techie’s wandering eyes land on her, and they widen. Flustered, he looks away. Damn, she’s cute. No way she’d like him! Probably just being polite… He glances down at his ratty sneakers and crosses his ankles, anxious. Patiently, he reminds himself that he’s here for a quick fuck, to blow off some steam.
The gorgeous girl who smiled at him probably was here for a date, or with a friend. The chances that she came looking for a greasy twig to shove between her legs was…next to nothing.
Against all logic, he hopes she comes over to talk to him anyway. With the way his legs have turned to gelatin there’s no way in hell Techie will be getting up from this barstool.