Anonymous strings

Chapter 1

The lad just cook a simple soup for his dinner. Yeah, it's one serving of soup since he assumes that this roommate of his is dining its dinner outside. He prepared the table and serve the soup for him. He sat on the chair and start eating.

After just a few bites, he felt that he lost his appetite for an unknown reason. He sighs and puts the rest of the soup inside the microwave. He fixed himself, wearing his black trench coat. Picked up the key of the house and wear his flat cap to add up his aesthetic. He left his glasses in his room. His vision is still clear and good, he just likes wearing glasses.

He locked the house before he leave. Tight and secure. He spun and walked away from the house. Looking for a bar. Probably a vodka can fulfill his lost appetite.

The darkness of the street, he passed through it. Undisturbed they say, like a creature of the night who will stare through your anatomy. His 2inches heels clicked in every step he took. Echoed upon the street he marched down. Not so far from him, a loud upbeat music topped his majestic steps. Colorful rays of light flashed inside of the bar. The place he looking for. He fixed his flat cap before he went inside. The bouncer asked him his ID as he showed his.

Loud beat reverberated, shimmering disco lights shone upon the surroundings, dancing and drunk people scattered around the area, greeted his entrance. Some people are beside the wall or in dark corners and pleasuring themselves. Viktor rolled his eyes in disgust and annoyance. He went straight to the counter where the bartender is. He asked for a bottle of Vodka as the bartender immediately served it in front of him together with a shot glass

Viktor didn't waste any minutes, he opened the bottle, pour it on the shot glass, and bottoms up. He repeats the procedure for how many times. In his 7th shot, he turned around to watch the dancefloor blankly. He took off his coat, fold it in half, and lay it down on his lap. He folds the sleeves of his polo, unbuttons the 2 top buttons before crossing his legs, and resumes his observation. He leaned over the counter like he was one of those models.

Some girls glance upon our albino, smile, smirk, bumping, dancing seductively in front of him and trying to talk to him but he just ignored them. His attention is all in his vodka. Nothing more, nothing less.

When his mind dozed thanks to the alcohol he drink. It is his 3rd bottle now. It was interrupted by a snug on the bottles and glasses beside him then slammed on the wall. He shifted his gaze upon the culprit, who dared to aggravate his peace, that he wished he didn't dare to. It was a familiar back build, pinning a woman on the wall, roaming their own hands around each other's body, seizing every inch apart of their own body and they both doing french kiss like they are thirst with their saliva.

Viktor rolled his eyes in disgust, clicking his tongue in irritation yet he couldn't let go of his gaze upon the man's back like he's ransacking his mind to identify his identity. But alas! he still can't think!

His mind was flooded by that plundered information. As he flinched when someone tapped his shoulder leaving his thoughts and shift his attention to the man who dared to tap his shoulder. His eyes slowly rounded in recognition "y-you-"

"yow!" The man greeted him with a silly smile. That top hat man! Hank Lumière! Viktor couldn't believe who this guy was in front of him. This is a crazy coincidence! wait, why I'm panicking? it's not that its a big deal right? bruh

His shocked expression faded and was replaced with a lifted eyebrow like he didn't care about his presence. This expression made Hank chortle "you here to drink?"

Viktor rolled his eyes "what do you think people do here in the bar?" He asked sarcastically

"Uhh get drunk? Wasted? Dance and hook up?"

His eyebrows furrowed "Am I look like someone who will ask for hook up?"

"Well, I'm free if you wanna hook up" Hank smug causing Viktor to spin, finishing the whole bottle of vodka, slammed it down, and took his things before he stood up and walks away from the pervert lad.

Moving away from the loud club. Clicking his heels while trying to wear his coat back again. He didn't dare to look back yet he knows that Hank is following him. Not so long enough, he felt her head thumping, his temples are throbbing, his vision became blurry. He paused from his march as he took a minute of controlling his drunk state "Note to self, don't drink too much" he took another step forward as he lost his consciousness

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A light beamed from the window sill to the sleeping albino. He squished his eyes after feeling the warmth. He opened his eyes revealing his gold dye eyes. A blurry vision greeted him, he blink for how many times before his eyesight cleared. He found himself inside of his room, he was about to sit up when he felt his head pounded again. He grunted in pain and hold his head

"Ahh fuck.. Hangover sucks" he murmurs

He blinks when he felt a heavy arm wrapped closer to his waist like it was cuddling him. He lift the cover-up as he shrieked finding out who it was. But it's not the only reason why he screams, it is also because he found himself nude under this cover.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"