"DARK NIGHT?" The bartender smiled. "Too bland, isn't it?"
"Not for me, but for him. I drove the car today."
Hunter quickly shook his hand: "I don't drink, you know..."
It reminds him of how his father lost himself over the wine at the end.
"Hunter, you're not like him," Winston said.
"what?"
"You don't get destroyed by failure, you don't lose yourself. It's always your brain, not alcohol, that controls you."
Hunter looked at the ice-blue liquid that was brought to him, the color of Winston's eyes, with a certain irresistible attraction.
"By self-control, it's not just that you never touch something, it's that you're yourself even when you're in it. Besides, I'll keep watching you."
Hunter was a little surprised. He knew very well that as a top racer, Winston must have a lot of self-control, he had to manage his body and control the car with the best form and reflexes. So Winston should be more inclined to advise him not to drink than to try drinking.
He looked at the liquid in front of him. In fact, Hunter had never told anyone that he was afraid of alcohol deep in his heart, but like other young people, he wanted to look like he could drink and pretend to be an adult.
This thing took away his father, his family. But in fact Winston was right. It wasn't alcohol that really took away all this, but his father's unwillingness to face failure.
Hunter raised his glass and took a sip.
There is no choking taste, on the contrary, the cool feeling penetrates into every cell along the taste buds, and the body gradually becomes relaxed.
"I think it tastes very light, not dark at all!" Hunter felt that he was about to fall in love with the taste.
"It's like DARK NIGHT, immersing you in the comfort of peace and quiet, and you won't wake up until you're engulfed in the middle of the night."
Winston's voice was shallow but soft, like a feather after a feather swept past Hunter's heart tirelessly.
Hunter found that he liked hearing Winston talk. I like it very much.
"Can I have another drink?" Hunter looked at the bartender.
The bartender looked at Winston with a smile.
"Give him a LIP ON FINGER," Winston said.
The bartender's hands and arms shook again, and not long after, a glass of light pink wine was pushed in front of Hunter.
"Hey, this is pink? Are you sure it's not for the lady?" Hunter looked in Winston's direction amusingly.
"Try it." Winston turned his face sideways.
Well, you highly recommend it, I'll give it a try.
Don't be a little sweet wine to coax girls.
Hunter took a sip, his eyes widened, and then he covered his mouth: "Oh—"
"How's it going?" Winston leaned on his side, propped his chin, and looked at him half-blindly.
Hunter was stunned for a while. It was the first time he had seen Winston show such a relaxed expression. The laziness between his eyebrows, like fingers, gently pressed on his nerves. When he tried to grab them, they disappeared silently.
"The lips are a little numb. The tongue seems to be rolled..."
"So, its name is LIP ON FINGER," Winston said.
Hunter turned his face sideways, took a closer look at the glass of pink liquid, then raised his head and looked at the bartender with admiration.
After the cup, Hunter looked at Winston curiously, as if wondering what he would order for him next cup.
"CRAZY DESIRE." Winston whispered.
The bartender showed a slightly surprised expression: "Are you sure?"
"Um."
Hunter looked at the bartender curiously: "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing." The bartender gestured the distance with his thumb and forefinger, "CRAZY DESIRE is a little stronger than the previous two glasses of wine."
"A little bit?" The name of the wine sounds strong.
Often a little bit from the bartender can mean another step.
"It's really just a little bit."
The bartender's movements were refreshing and handsome. Hunter raised his head and looked up like magic. The bottom of the glass was blood red, and the top layer was filled with golden liquid, which was pushed out in front of Hunter.
"I won't choke out, will I?"
The bartender smiled and shook his head: "You will fall in love with this taste."
Hunter looked up and licked his lips.
"Hey, it's better to drink it in one gulp," the bartender reminded.
"One bite?" Hunter glanced in Winston's direction.
The opponent nodded.
"I'll watch over you."
you will watch me.
Don't let me sink into a world that doesn't belong to me.
Hunter lowered his head and smiled.
"Actually, we haven't met a few times, and we can count the number of times on our fingers."
"so what?"
"But it's strange... you make me feel inexplicably safe."
Even my father, who put me in a kart, never made me believe that.
"Then promise me, anything you think is dangerous but must be done, be sure to stay with me."
"Haha." Hunter smiled, raised his glass and drank it.
A few seconds later, an explosion-like force surged between his lips and teeth, wandering arrogantly in his body, rushing into the depths of his brain, and after a while of dizziness, every cell relaxed.
"Oh—" Hunter sighed in surprise.
"How do you feel?" the bartender asked with a smile.
"It feels so good!" Hunter's favorable impression of the bar was overwhelming, "Is there anything else interesting?"
"Little devil, take it easy." The bartender laughed.
"Hey, I don't like people calling me a kid."
"You must be younger than me. Being called a kid means you are still young. When you reach my age and someone calls you a kid, you will feel that the world is beautiful."
"Then is there anything else interesting?" Hunter was in high spirits at the moment.
The bartender looked at Winston: "What's another drink for him?"
"YOU RULE ME."
For some reason, Winston's voice seemed to flow in his mind, and he couldn't get out of it no matter how he poured it.
"YOU RULE ME?" The bartender looked like "Is it really okay?"
"Um."
"it is good."
So Hunter once again appreciates the bartender's almost artistic bartending. With a serious audience like Hunter, the bartender also had a smile on his face.
This is the last glass of wine, which is colorful and slowly settling to a transparent dark red.
"Do you need a drink too?"
"No, take your time." The bartender blinked and smiled.
His smile made Hunter's ears inexplicably red.
Winston raised his chin at the bartender, who leaned down.
"Did Gina come to work today?"
"Here, it should be backstage. Shall I call her for you?"
"Yeah." Winston nodded.
Hunter took a sip, the glass of wine volatile in the mouth, showing a rich taste, and then settled down, dragging all his thinking ability.
At this moment, a short-haired woman in a waistcoat and suit trousers walked towards Winston.
She bent down beside Winston, her ear against Winston's lips.
This made Hunter frown.
Winston was indifferent to most of the people around him, and Hunter had never seen anyone so close to him except for the necessary staff.
Winston turned his face to the side, and Gina almost completely blocked him, which made Hunter wonder what kind of expression was on Winston's face at this time.
Not knowing what he said, Gina nodded and looked in Hunter's direction with a smile on her lips.
The slow blues in the bar changed at some point, like the sound of a woman's breathing.
Gina came to Hunter and slowly swayed her waist to the music.
Gina, who was originally gender-neutral because of the waiter's uniform, exudes a seduction that transcends gender.
The other guests in the bar also smiled ambiguously, left their seats, and looked over.
Gina's fingers hooked her bow tie, rubbed against Hunter's seat, and turned around, but she didn't touch Hunter. Her bow tie was taken off, and several times, she seemed to be sitting on Hunter's body, but turned to the other side.
Hunter could only resist the urge to grab her into his arms.
There are other eyes looking at him, they are all waiting for the moment when he can't be restrained by Gina.
Gina's long legs brushed against his armrest, and her delicate lines were like the letters of a snake, making his heart itch and blood rushing down.
Just as Gina turned around, Hunter saw Winston on the opposite side.
He was still holding his chin with one hand, but his eyes were cold.
It was so cold that he woke up instantly, and any impulses were left behind.
Gina's movements grew bolder as the music went from painfully slow to fast.
But Hunter found himself drawn even more by Winston's eyes.
As if being beaten by alcohol, there was a hint of provocation in Winston's brows in his eyes, and it became more and more obvious that Hunter couldn't even restrain himself from imagining the man who released his sexy charm with the music around him. , not Gina, but Winston.
In a trance, Hunter imagined Winston ripping off the collar of the pure white sweater, only to let go when Hunter was about to see his collarbone. His knees slid across the armrest of the chair, the tip of his nose brushed against Hunter's cheek, and just as he was about to reach out to grab him, he walked away nonchalantly. His beautiful fingers hooked the edge of the jeans, pulling them down slowly, and Hunter could see the bloody, masculine waistline between the sweater and the edge of the jeans.
But Hunter knew very well that he was only looking into the eyes of Winston who was still sitting in the same place, which made him unable to distinguish which Winston was an illusion and which was real.
Winston raised his fingers and tapped the rim of the empty glass, moving slowly, as if tugging at the tiniest blood vessel in his heart. The corners of his lips twitched upwards, his chin lifted slightly, and Hunter could see his beautiful Adam's apple.
Such a small smile seemed to drag Hunter into the abyss of hell.
The author has something to say: Salted Egg Time
Hunter: By the way, did you feel very upset when you found me flirting at the door of the bar
Winston: Huh.
Hunter: That's unpleasant!
Winston: So I've upgraded the way I tease you so you can't imitate it.