techiehux:

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.

Techie breathes a sigh of relief and takes her hand, the momentary touch of her skin electrifying. His blood pulses loud in his ears, drowning out even the loud music in the dim bar as he’s led away.