Her face was rich and soft and full of tender life, her brown eyes warm and sensual set back into her elegantly defined facial features that were beautifully accentuated by her long woven hair. Her lips were wet and vibrant, a red colour. Her smile that she cast at her patron was sexual, yet reserved and as she brushed the smooth skin of her hand against his cold skin she shivered uncontrollably. Her eyes darted quickly away as she stepped back slightly from the man she was servicing and her eyes came to bare on Hayden.

The mere seconds that she cast her gaze upon him seemed to never end as he gazed passionately into her deep dreamy eyes. Innocent, compassionate and full of love yet she was defensive and reserved. She stepped away and his eyes settled down too the clear glass of a dark liquid that he played with in his hands.

In the depths of the liquid he saw a wavering reflection of himself; a ghostly image of a young man within his early twenties with a pale complexion and well defined facial features, his eyes a dark portal into his soul that contained his most private and sacred possession. Soft short hair that was immaculately groomed was a soft purple colour that disguised its natural shade. He wore a pair of black Versace Jeans and a white turtleneck FCUK top.

Raising the glass in his delicate hand he brought it up to his cold lips. The liquid flowed down his throat creating a warm and soothing feeling that spread through his body. Licking his dry lips he set the glass back down and turned to face the young man who sat beside him at the bar.

The teenager tipped the bottle to his mouth as his lips wrapped around its neck he let out a content sigh feeling the ice cold liquid bring relief to his arid throat. His body visibly relaxed as he sunk into his stool. As he went to take another sip from his drink he turned to face Hayden.

Hayden’s lips parted slightly as a coy smile spread across his face, his soft eyes gazing deep into those of the teenager opposite him. His green eyes were imbued with fragments of dark shards chaotically arranged deep within the window to his soul. The randomness comforting yet warding as if hiding a deep, dark and mysterious past that betrayed his juvenile appearance.

Raising his hand into the air with a graceful signal the barmaid walked over, her legs striding with confidence, the skin tanned and smooth as it pushed against the straining black fabric of her revealing mini skirt. Her enrapturing eyes exposed; a warm welcome smile across her face as she stood awaiting the request from Hayden. His eyes parted from the gaze with the young man and turned to the bar maid as he ordered another drink.

His attempts to strike up a conversation with the mysterious teenager were wasted and futile as they were met with silence and a blank look as if he was staring directly through him. Standing Hayden took a few steps towards the dance floor where his eyes set upon a “gothic chick”. Sliding his lithe form the rough the crowed he approached her from behind.

Pressing his lips to her ear his soft sensual voice whispered words into her soul that enthralled her. His soft delicate fingers moved with a feather like touch down the front of her cleavage and resting below her breasts, holding her tightly against his body as they swayed to the music.