• Same Old, Same Old PT 3


    Part One: http://www.gaiaonline.com/arena/writing/fiction/vote/?entry_id=101257903#title
    Part Two: http://www.gaiaonline.com/arena/writing/fiction/vote/?entry_id=101260457#title

    Akurai sat down, feeling dizzy over the over excessive use of flashing lights and colorful dresses that the bar or club or whatever held.

    This was insane… how could humans put up with this?

    The whole place stunk of alcohol and smoke. The whole place was misty and the feeling was very uncomfortable to his sensitive eyes and nose. Girls and boys alike had tried to flirt with the King of the Dead, only to get turned down.

    Akurai was, in no case, ugly. His long dark raven hair had attracted many people and his blue eyes had entranced many. He was vain and proud, as all Kings should be. Even so, the attention he was getting wasn’t the attention he wanted.

    People tried to touch his hair as he passed some even going as far as try and tug on it. It irritated the hell out of the King.

    “Would you like something?” The bartender asked.

    “Nothing, thank you,” Akurai sighed, deciding not to point out that he had no currency of this country with him. He only had solid gold and jewels.

    The bartender eyed him and said, “You’re not from around here are you?”

    Akurai laughed and flashed him a smile, “Was it that obvious?”

    “You look like a King out of a book. Dressed in gold and jewels, striding into a pub isn’t the best idea,” he said, unable to resist smiling back. What was with this guy? This man was arousing him!

    Akurai sensed the spike of temperature in the bartender’s body. He felt that this would be a good time to ask some questions about where he landed.

    “As you say, I am not from around here,” Akurai smiled, “I’m from somewhere far away from here. Can you tell me about this place?”

    “You are in America,” the bartender said matter-of-fact, “In Maryland, Washington DC. What else is there to know?”

    “How about how that works?” the King of the Dead pointed to the clock on the wall. The bartender shot him a completely ridiculous look.

    “Are you serious? That’s a clock?” the bartender pointed out, as if he was talking to a child, “The large hand is the minutes, the smaller hand; hours. The one that’s moving is the second hand.” What was wrong with this guy? Did he just get out of the hospital?

    “All three are moving,” Akurai pointed out, jokingly, “The other two are just moving slower than the red one.”

    “Right,” the bartender said, “Listen, I’ll give you a free drink and then you promise to wait until my shift is over. Then I can teach you about where you are right now.”

    Akurai was no fool. He could tell a good deal from a bad one. This deal might turn out bad for the human, but he was benefiting in almost every way. Plus if this human tried anything, he could kill him.

    “Alright, it’s a deal,” Akurai said, smiling at the man, “I thank you in advance.” He watched as the bartender poured a glass of alcohol and stated, “That alcohol isn’t very strong is it?”

    The bartender blinked and said, “Do you prefer a stronger one?”

    “Yes,” Akurai stated calmly, “Give me the strongest thing you have.”

    The bartender stared. Then he dumped out the glass of beer and unscrewed a bottle.

    “This is strong stuff,” he said, “One drink could get you drunk. Are you sure?”

    “I have a high tolerance,” Akurai said picking up the glass and sipping it.

    The bartender was right. The stuff was strong and concentrated. However, he had drunken pure ethanol before in the land of the Dead, so this stuff wasn’t much. It did give him a nice warm feeling as it went down though.

    “It’s good,” Akurai commented smoothly. His digestive system didn’t work anyway.

    The bartender turned to serve another customer and about twenty minutes later, looked at the raven haired boy, expecting to see him passed out. The alcohol he had given him was seriously strong.

    He was stunned to find the boy sitting with his empty glass, chatting with a couple of giggling girls. The boy looked completely natural, his body was still and unwavering, his eyes bright blue.

    What was going on? No human could drink that amount of concentrated alcohol and remain sober. The bartender figured he must have poured the wrong thing and poured another cup of alcohol for the boy.

    Akurai took it with a ‘Thanks’ and took a sip. The bartender looked at Akurai closely for any sign that he was going to pass out or go violent on him, but the boy seemed completely fine.

    The bartender kept his eyes on the boy as he finished the drink. Nothing happened. Maybe he just had a really high tolerance for alcohol. That was defiantly more believable than the thought he had come up with.

    Akurai smiled and said, “When do you get off work?”

    “At four,” the bartender said. Pausing for a second he added, “When the big hand moves to twelve and the smaller one moves to the one after three.”

    “I see,” Akurai added. He glanced at the clock. It was about time actually; the big hand was on the ten and the smaller hand was almost at the four.

    “We have ten minutes left,” the bartender added watching one of the girls strip and try to attract attention from the raven haired boy. He noticed how the boy completely disregarded the skimpy dressed female next to him. He didn’t as much glance at the girl.

    “Are you gay?”

    “Hm?” Akurai looked up confused.

    “Are you attracted to males instead of females?” the bartender reworded.

    Akurai laughed softly and said, “Gender has no meaning to me.”

    “Then you’re bi.” The bartender stated.

    “I suppose,” The blue eyed King murmured, swishing the liquid in his cup, wondering what on earth being bi meant.