[ The first time he was here, it was a whim. Malak doesn't go to bars. He doesn't like bars. Crowds and sweat and discomfort and noise rising to the level of actual physical intrusion - what's to like? But the worst has to be the alphas. He detests, particularly, above all other, the kind of alpha who goes out certain that they will have sex before the night is through, and willing to make that happen if it doesn't fall from the sky. If they ever have consensual sex, it's a coincidence.
But that day, stepping in and taking a somewhat pedestrian vodka cranberry, he'd watched as an alpha that got too handsy was dragged outside and dropped unceremoniously onto the sidewalk. It had so intrigued him that he'd come back. And again. And now, again. He didn't know what to order the last two visits, kept a little shy, turned down everyone who'd come close.
And now he leans in on his elbows, appreciating, again, that this is a bar that is different. ]
What do you like?
[ Because he only ordered the same because of - habit. Reflex. Ordinarily, he pushes past his boundaries a little better. ]
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But that day, stepping in and taking a somewhat pedestrian vodka cranberry, he'd watched as an alpha that got too handsy was dragged outside and dropped unceremoniously onto the sidewalk. It had so intrigued him that he'd come back. And again. And now, again. He didn't know what to order the last two visits, kept a little shy, turned down everyone who'd come close.
And now he leans in on his elbows, appreciating, again, that this is a bar that is different. ]
What do you like?
[ Because he only ordered the same because of - habit. Reflex. Ordinarily, he pushes past his boundaries a little better. ]