Mikhail glanced at a tall man that had entered the bar. He looks cute…….wait, what am I even thinking? He's probably straight isn't he? He is straight, okay I should stop thinking about him. He thought, quickly looking back down at his phone.
Vos walked up to the bar counter, ordering himself a glass of bourbon before walking to the back of the bar. He slid into a booth, staying out of the light as best he could. He wasn't the biggest fan of drawing attention to himself
Mikhail couldn't stop himself so he kept sneaking glances at the tall man before he disappeared to the back of the bar. If he saw me he probably thinks I'm a creep or something like that. Great.
Vos sipped his bourbon as he looked around the bar, glaring over the rim of his glass. He wasn't actually angry, at least not anymore. He just had a tenancy to look irritated at just about all times
Mikhail glanced around the bar and quickly stood up when he didn't see his friend. Shit shit shit, where did he go? did he leave? He thought as he nervously looked around, not sure where to look for his friend.
Vos squinted a bit when he watched one particular person seemingly growing frantic. He wanted to watch them freak out, but knew that might get him more tally marks. So instead he got to his feet and walked up to them. "Are you alright?" he asked
Mikhail glanced at the tall man that had approached him. "Not really, I kinda lost my friend," He answered.
"Would you like me to assist you?" Vos offered, though he had to force himself to keep a sneer out of his tone. He had a tenancy to come off as cold, and that usually didn't do too well with his tally marks
"No, it's fine, I'll find him," Mikhail replied. He didn't want people to start worrying about him, especially someone attractive.
Vos huffed at that. "Be like that then," he muttered before turning and walking back to his booth. He winced when he felt a burning sensation, and when he pulled up his sleeve to look at his inner wrist two more tally marks had been added to the five left. "Fuck," he mumbled
Mikhail sighed in relief and walked out of the club, looking around for his friend. He was hoping his friend had left the club since he didn't want to ever go into a club again.
Vos got up, tipping back the rest of his glass before following the stranger out of the bar. "Hey, you," he called, making a conscious effort not to look intimidating
Mikhail turned around to find the tall man following him again. "Yes? Do you need something?" He asked, moving some hair out of his face.
"You said you were looking for someone, right?" Vos asked, slowing to a stop beside the man. He didn't want to interact with anyone at the moment, but he was going to get rid of these damn tally marks
"Yea…." Mikhail answered, looking a bit suspicious. He wasn't sure why the man wanted to help him now after leaving.
"Well, I have decided to help you. So point me in the direction of this friend of yours," Vos said as if it were completely normal
"I can't, I don't know where he is and I'm trying to find him." Mikhail replied. "And what do you mean by 'I have decided to help you'?" He asked, tilting his head slightly to the right in confusion.
Vos gave him a similar look of confusion. “I said I was going to help you. I would assume that is self explanatory,” he replied while resisting the urge to roll his eyes
"I meant why did you come back to help me even though you said no the first time," Mikhail said. He moved some hair that had fell into his face.
“Because I felt like you needed help,” Vos answered with a huff. Could this guy just cooperate a little? It would make his life a lot easier
Mikhail sighed. "Fine, you can help me if you want. Did you see a very drunk brunette when you walked into the bar?" He asked.
Vos frowned down at the ground, seemingly trying to remember. After a moment, he looked up and nodded. “Yes, I saw one near the bar counter,” he answered
"I checked there, he wasn't there," Mikhail said. He leaned against the wall and crossed his arms, wondering where his friend might be.
Vos huffed at that. He took a quick glance at his inner wrist and was annoyed to find the new marks hadn't gone away yet. He turned to look at the bar, squinting a tad as he did so. He focused more on the faint outlines that marked every person or electronic in the bar, trying to see if he could find them that way
Mikhail glanced at the man and saw him staring at the bar. "Why are you staring at the bar?" He asked, glancing at the bar to see what the man was staring at.