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.
“Nice to m-meet you too!” Grasping her hand and standing up, he follows her to a more secluded spot and can’t help but let his eyes linger over the shape of her body. “Stop being creepy,” he chides himself. Once they sit back down, he scrambles for a topic of conversation. “D-do you want a drink?”
“No thank you,” she chimed. “Can’t have alcohol” she pointed at her scar “my heart”. She led to the back where she had been sitting. “What about you? Would you like something?” She felt stupid for saying no, embarrassed that she couldn’t drink. That was probably what he was there for. Still, her blush was obvious. “I love your eyes”
Techie grimaced. He’d been an alcoholic some time ago, and a relapse in a place like this was easier than breathing. “I… I sh-shouldn’t be drinking either,” he admitted, and thought, guilty, of the little sip of beer he’d been having before.
He was taken aback at her compliment, too. “My eyes…?” Techie fought the sudden urge to check if they were still those clunky implants in the frosted window by his left. It was so dirty that it didn’t make sense to try.
TechieHux 