[London streets & Muggle bar] The right turn...

Eros grabbed a towel and dried his drenched face with it. His chest was frantically moving, breath quick as well as his heart was. He had to sit for a moment and take a few deep breaths to calm himself down. His body was still tingling, full of adrenaline after the last round ended. He could feel a slight pain in his left arm, coming from shoulder all the way to his fingers but it was worth the winning punch. He didn’t mind he was whole covered in sweat and people around him were too loud, some of them even touching him with their disgustingly dirty hands. He was too absorbed in his own mind that was for now - less heavy and clearer. He was happy to be able to win and get the frustration out. It started to be a little too much, really. He managed to arrange this fight with another boxer in the last minute, for the sake of his co-workers and anyone who would be in his presence. Eros knew he has the tendency to went his anger on others when it gets too much.
His muscles were sore but he felt satisfied and relaxed. He packed his things and quickly left to take a shower and change into something more sophistical.
Only fifteen minutes after that he was back on London streets, dressed freshly, while his hair was still a bit wet. He put on also his leather fingerless gloves, going into club wasn’t in his opinion save without them. The idea of touching places other people did too and done there various things he really didn’t want to imagine - it made chills run down his spine. But he liked the place, it was nice, the staff liked him despite his cold behavior and they were always nice faces to choose from when he wanted to have some fun. This place was called 'The right turn', for LGBT people only.
Eros entered with a smirk playing on his lips. After his fight in the ring he was really up for a good drink or two and then he could try to look for some nice face. He wasn't even covering the color of his eyes today. They shone proudly in two colors, their gaze scanning the dance floor but not seeing anyone interesting. Yet.
With a brief sigh he strode to the counter and paid for a drink - Pina Colada. He didn't like to drink alcohol raw but mixed with something nice and exotic. The girl that served greeted him with a smile and asked him how was his day. He answered simply 'good' and then sat down on one of the bar chairs. Slowly sipping his drink, his eyes once again wondered to the dance floor and sometimes flew towards the entrance.
Wolf was waiting for his sheep.

@Elias Dörfler

Elias was walking down a street in muggle London with a gaggle of his mates, a mixture of guys from his quidditch team and a few that he knew from work. The group had left the bar where they had been chatting and drinking in Diagon Alley and were now heading toward the apartment of a friend who insisted that he had to show them the newest addition to his collection of signed Famous Witch and Wizard Cards. Elias wasn't particularly interested, but knew it was polite to oblige him, and had elected to join the slightly drunk crew as they wandered through the city a little after midnight. Besides, it was better to be out and about with friends than back home alone this early on a Saturday night.

They had almost made it to the apartment in question when one of his more inebriated mates started whining that he needed to pee. Without a moment to lose, the man impulsively changed course and headed for a small but lit-up club that they had just passed. Elias pulled away from the group and followed after him, calling back to his friends that they would join them in a bit. He wasn't willing to let his drunk friend wander into a club alone.

By the time Elias was inside, his friend had already made it halfway to the other side of the room. Elias followed after him, but as his friend pushed open the door to the men's room, he decided to just pause at the bar and wait for him there. He leaned up against the bar counter, shaking his head slightly at the bartender who had started to approach and take his order. He wasn't intending to remain here long; this was just a brief side trip and then he would be heading back out into the street to catch up with his friends.

He emptied the glass pretty fast, buying another one right away. Some people would maybe considered him an alcoholic but that was in his opinion a bit exaggerated. Sure, he drank often and a lot compared to other people. That still didn't mean he's addicted to it. He handled himself pretty fine, thank you. He was simply able to cope with it better. His limit was set higher than was common. So no, not an alcoholic - just a man with a tough root. He thanked the bartender and took his new order, taking few gulps immediately.

His gaze scanned the place again. This time he was able to catch someone watching him. It was an older guy with longer hair and a good figure. Just from his expression was completely obvious he was his new prey - what was worse, in this guys' eyes he was obviously judged as a submissive type. The guy totally screamed through his fierce gaze 'Come closer, I want to eat you up'. It made hair on the back of his neck stand up uncomfortably. He hated the thought of anything like that happening. No. No way. Uh, he needed to think of something to escape.

And quickly.

His eyes flew towards the entrance for a second before fixing back on the guy. Eros almost choked himself on his own drink when he noticed that the said man was already coming his way, trying to get past the dancers in mutual embrace. He really needed to act. Right now. So his hand set down the Pina Colada and he looked around - he still appeared completely calm on the outside. Inside he was a bit panicked and mainly feeling disgusted. Of course he could simply come up to the man, give him few punched to show everyone whose the King but he couldn't. He didn't like to use violence, everything was better than using force to sort things out. He didn't want to be the same like David. He won't use his fists fot that kind of thing, only for boxing in ring or practicing. So he had to find different way to get out of this situation. Different choice than his fists or his wand.

That's when he noticed a guy just a few feet away from him, leaning against the bar counter. To Eros eyes he looked quite nice - tall, had a strong jaw and came off clean which for Eros was always really important. In that moment his mind made up a genial idea and he didn't hesitate to act - he didn't dare to waste another second just standing there, letting the not-well-fed-guy who wanted him as a dinner get even closer to get his fill. He lazily moved forward - no hurried movements or else it would be too obvious. He approached his own victim and stopped right before him, already standing a bit closer than was normal - for a stranger. He raised his gaze, boring into the mans eyes. He didn't smile, his face remained blank with a slightly dark shadow in his eyes. They were sparkling as the lights reflected in them, making the amber one burn like a fire, while the icy blue looked even darker and colder than normally. He spoke, his rough voice growling, not unpleasantly though. The last thing he could do was at least apologize in advance. "Sorry for this. Need to get rid of someone."

He didn't even wait to give the stranger any time to react, stepped closer and caught the man's face into his hands, while he out of nowhere connected their lips in a surprisingly tender kiss. All that in just a few short seconds.

The music in the club was loud, and Elias could feel the bass rattling in his chest. He loved a night of drinking and socializing as much as the next guy, but as he looked out into the crowd of sweaty and intoxicated dancers, he couldn't help but feeling he would rather be waiting for his friend in a slightly classier place. His eyes fell on a pair of women that were dancing with particular fervor, clearly enjoying some kind of girls' night out. He pulled his eyes away after a few moments to glance toward the bathrooms, wishing his friend would hurry up. This club was not at all to Elias' taste and he was ready to get back out on the street where he could laugh with his mates.

He was on the verge of standing up and going to check on his mate when he noticed a man eyeing him from down the bar. Elias smiled politely, wondering what he had done to attract the man's attention. The smile slipped slightly at the intensity of the other man's gaze, and he felt a bit uncomfortable as the man moved away from the long counter. Elias was usually happy to strike up a conversation with someone new, but he had already been eager to get out of the club and wasn't overly pleased that he had gained the notice of this rather dark-looking man.

A moment later, the stranger was standing in front of him and speaking in a low voice. He had opened his mouth to ask what the man meant when suddenly he was being pushed into the bar counter. The man's hands were on his face and he was being kissed, out of nowhere. He wanted to back up, but the bar was already pressing up against his back. He managed to step to the side a bit and pull his face out of the man's hands. "Was machen Sie, denn?" he managed to choke out, forgetting he was in England as the blood rushed to his face, still managing to speak formally despite the fact that this stranger had just forced himself upon him. His heart was racing and he couldn't think straight. He looked around wildly, wondering if anyone had seen what had just happened, but no one seemed too interested in the pair of men who had just shared a kiss at the bar. He stumbled sideways a bit farther, trying to put some space between himself and this crazy man. He wanted to get the hell out of there, but his friend was nowhere to be seen and he couldn't just abandon him. His mate might never find the apartment they had been headed towards alone, not when he was drunk.

"What are you doing?"

Eros wasn't surprised that the man tried to escape. He even considered getting a bad reaction from him. Like shouting or a punch maybe. That didn't happen, he only pulled away from his lips and choked out a shocked question in a perfect-sounding German. He was a native speaker - that Eros could tell immediately. He saw his face turning red which Eros find too cute for the man's sake. He also loved to embarrass people. Their burning faces and clumsy acting was simply fun to watch. "Ich küsse dich, offensichtlich," he replied fluently in a teasing tone. The guy was really lucky that he knew his language well enough and understood him. Though he didn't like to speak in it much - it reminded him of her death. He always seemed to remember her whenever he had to speak in her native language. Maple, the old woman that gave him a place he could call a home. The only person he ever believed that cared.

"Nice face you got there I have to say." He added then in English again with a small smirk plastered on his face.

He watched as the man looked wildly around like he's scared if anyone saw them. Or...while looking at his confused expression, he's straight and doesn't know that this is a club for non-heterosexuals. Crap. Maybe teasing him wasn't so good idea.

The man then tried to get away from Eros which made him alarmed. "Wait!" He reached out for him with a speed of a Werewolf Hunter and caught him by his arm so he won't get far. He then secured his right hand around his waist, hopefully forcing him to stay. Why was he suddenly breathing fast he didn't know. He frowned. "You're not gay." He stated, while totally forgetting the man that eyed him just a while ago.

"I'm sorry, okay?" He sighed. "This is a LGBT club so I thought...listen, I just needed to get rid of someone, okay?" He scratched the back of his head. "It's not like I had any perverted or bad intentions. I'm not that kind of person." He suddenly looked behind him, searching for the guy who eyed him before. He was watching them and Eros quickly turned back. "But there are some individuals like that," he paused. "That's why I kissed you." This was followed by a frown. "Why are you even here if you're not...you know?" 

Translate: [I'm kissing you, obviously.]

Elias shook his head slightly when the stranger replied to him in German. Although it was accented, he understood the other man perfectly. The stranger switched back to English quickly, throwing him what he could only assume was a sarcastic comment. Was this man seriously making fun of him for being embarrassed about this assault? The depth of his discomfort must have been showing, though, because the other man's face was slowly transforming from its arrogant smirk to a look of confusion.

Elias was still side-stepping along the bar, trying to escape without making more of a scene, when the man reached out and grabbed his arm, holding him in place. Though Elias was hardly weak, this other man had a strong grip and didn't look like he was planning to let him go without a struggle. Elias froze, trying to understand the man's statement. Gay? Was he giving that impression, somehow? His mind was still fogged; he couldn't get the memory of what had just happened out of his head, and his heart was beating wildly as he tried to understand what had inspired this man to pick him out of the crowd. The man was grabbing his waist now, pulling him closer, much too close.

The man started to explain and Elias tried to calm down a bit, but having his face still so close to this stranger's made him nervous. If he was in an LGBT club, then of course it was more reasonable to assume that he might be open to having another man suddenly kissing him. Even so, he hardly thought that forcing yourself on a stranger was a good way to begin a relationship. He preferred to go about things with a bit more class. Elias raised an eyebrow at the man who was holding him. "You are telling me that you kissed me because other people have bad intentions? You mean you are trying to protect me or something?" He hardly needed it. The whole reason he was in this club was to look after his friend, not to have some random guy suddenly pick him out as an object in need of guarding. "I just stepped in with my friend for a moment. He needed to use the washroom," he explained. Now that the subject was breached, it might be easier to make an escape. "I should probably go check on him, anyway. He's been in there a while." Elias reached down to remove the arm that was tight around his waist. The sooner he could get out of this situation, the better.

Eros snorted. "No, I'm certainly not someone who feels the need to help an adult man, when you sure know how to take care of yourself just fine. I was trying to save myself from a rather troublesome-looking guy." He explained, his arm still lingering around the man's waist. He couldn't help but smirk, his face coming just a little bit closer to his than it was before. His eyes for a second flicked down to his lips but he didn't move. Instead, he let the guy-without-name talk. It was visible he was still uncomfortable from their closeness as well as confused too. The question was - by what?

His thoughts were then once again interrupted by the German - now trying to talk himself out if his presence and flee. Like he would let him do that, he though and grabbed the hand that tried to detach his arm from his waist. "He's also a grown man who can handle his alcohol, right? I' sure you don't have to babysit him." Eros opposed. "I have a better idea." This was followed by another smirk. "Why won't you escort me out of this club. You can wait for your friend in front of the entrance, I'm sure he'll be able to find his way there since he was able to go piss by himself. And no one here will bother a drunk guy." He paused. "Probably." He added. "If he's not too hot for his own good, otherwise he'll be fine." He waved his hand. "But I still need your help. Don't wanna the guy coming back at me when you disappear you know or coming back at all. So just give me a helping hand and when we'll get out I'll leave you be." He lied smoothly. The truth was he wasn't concerned about the guy from before anymore, he was able to escape - probably. He really hoped the weirdo gave up - though he didn't dare to turn around and take a look to make sure. He would just go with the play he already started, hoping the pervert already found a different victim for the night. Also, his mind was now focused mostly on the guy before him who was becoming more interesting and fun to tease each second.

He repositioned his arm around his waist so he was now standing next to him and partly "hugging him", their sides brushing against each other. He looked at him with a question in his two colored eyes - he was really hoping the guy would go along with it. Now that he thought about it - he really wanted to get out of here as well as have his wicked way with this guy. Though not that way. Probably...

So the other man had been in trouble? He supposed that might explain his strange behavior, but surely there would have been another way to get himself out of the situation that didn't involve forcing Elias into something that he definitely wasn't interested in. This club was clearly not his scene; he should never have been in here in the first place. He was undecided whether he wanted to blame his friend for the whole thing, or whether he would rather get out of here and pretend that nothing strange had happened at all. Probably the latter -- he didn't need this story being retold at all future parties to everyone else's amusement.

Elias was considering just trying to blow the whole strange encounter off, getting his friend, and getting out of there when the man grabbed his wrist, stopping him from extracting himself from the hold on his waist. He was starting to recollect his emotions after all the confusion and was surprised to find that he was starting to get a bit angry. What was this man doing, forcing himself on him and then mocking him for wanting to be a good friend? He opened his mouth to reply, but the other man just kept going. Was he seriously suggesting that his mate might get taken advantage of, and that he should do nothing about it?

This man was asking for his help. He was doing his best to keep his anger under control -- it wouldn't do to create a scene in the middle of this club -- but everything this man had done so far was rubbing Elias the wrong way. Despite his annoyance and embarrassment, it was against his nature to simply refuse a request for help like that, not when it came so openly and wouldn't be hard to do, not really. The stranger had turned so that they were no longer face to face, and Elias decided he could do this small task for the other man before making his escape. Looking again over at the door where his friend had disappeared, he finally saw him coming back out. Elias lifted his hand and waved urgently, until his friend caught his eye. He gestured toward the exit, and his friend nodded, starting to head in that direction.

"I'll help you, then. Let's go," he said shortly, and moved toward the doorway after his friend. They were out on the street a moment later, and Elias immediately moved to stand next to his friend, taking advantage of the stranger's loosened grip on his waist to finally pull free. "I hope things work out for you," he said, looking back over his shoulder at the mysterious man with a rather cold look on his face. "Goodbye."

And with that, he headed off down the street, pulling his drunk friend along with him, hoping that he had been too intoxicated to take note of the fact that Elias had been wrapped up in the stranger's arms. They reached the apartment they had been aiming for after only a few more blocks, and as they headed up the steps, Elias felt sure he would need a few more drinks before he could call it a night.

[[Elias out]]

He kept his arm around the man on the way up. When he was going through the door - he risked a quick glance back where the guy from before was for the last time. He didn't find him, he really was already gone which was good.

This made him a bit unfocused and gave the man next to him the chance to slip away from his grip. He took it and went to stand beside his friend, while Eros blinked at him - confused for a second. He was met with a cold gaze. He also couldn't help but notice the way his body was giving off the emotions, he wasn't a master at reading other people but he could say for sure this guy was angry with him. Or maybe not angry just unpleased. To put it simply, he didn't like him. The cold goodbye, which he threw his way over his shoulder said it all as well as his eyes. It didn't move him or anything, why would he care if some stranger glared at him? He definitely didn't care at all.

Impossible.

Then why did he suddenly felt like he wanted to punch someone? His fist curled around the hem of his top. He gritted his teeth and took a breath through them. Then he swore in the worst way he possibly could in that moment. He turned around, looking on the other side of the street and didn't move for a while.

In the end he couldn't help but take a look back where the stranger not so long ago disappeared.

"Ah, thanks but my chances are already expired." He finally answered to him - though he probably had on mind something entirely different than the man did. He remained staring in the direction he and his friend disappeared for at least few more minutes. Then he suddenly barked out a laugh, though his face was far from joyous or happy. Guess that's another person to add into the big pile of people who didn't like him, huh?

He sighed. "Well, that's nothing new." He whispered to himself, while his face once again changed into one without any emotions. "It's not like I care about some muggle anyway."

Then he silently looked around to make sure he's all alone and with a crack he apparated away.