Thread: There Is a Light this Darkness Can't Hide. [Wreckles & Dreamer-]

Brewski!! Jesus fuck I laughed at that. A hint of true mirth flashed over Marvan's features as he gladly took his female customers hand in his significatly larger one, he was glad that such a youthful woman still held such manners. Any further than that did his thoughts not reach as Hugo snapped him back to reality. New guests Marv. Marvan looked at Hugo with a confused look before following the direction his finger pointed, indeed, new customers had arrived and Marv rushed off to attend the bar, murmuring excuses more directed towards Dreamer than Hugo. It was impossible not to smile, Hugo had always enjoyed Marv's company the time's he'd come here for company, solace or cotemplation - all offered under the same roof. Returning his focus to his female company, Hugo leaned forward and gripped the large glass that contained the enticing golden liquid topped off with foam that were as seductive as a private beach and a fine girl to spend the night with. Raising his glass Hugo locked eyes with Dreamer again, he had a habit of glueing his gaze to a person, most people were reluctant to stare someone in the eyes more than three seconds. Today's toast goes to life. He put weight behind his words as he held up the glass to Dreamer's for the characteristic clink as glass met glass. Taking a deep chug of the brew Hugo let out a satisfied exhale Chezch beer is among the best in the world if you ask me, old Marv has at least 40 different brands and I've yet to try them all. Sometimes I come here late as he's about to close up and we share a new one, he's got stories to tell that man. And I am always eager to listen to them. Hugo leaned forward, this time not letting Dreamer look at anything else but him. So what is your story? Who are you, who are you really? Hugo had her in a vice, it didn't take a poker professional to see that she was taken aback by the direct question. You don't have to answer that. You can tell a lot more about a person by the things they don't do, than what they do. Such was Hugo's nature, already he had spotted something he wanted in the girl and now he set out to find out if it was fool's gold he saw, or a hidden diamond beneath. They were more or less alone in this area, as the room bathed them in a dim glow, Dreamer's features seemed to dance in the flickering light which only served to enhance her eyes. Hugo didn't gaze at her anymore, he stared. A few booths away from theirs a couple laughed. Finally he leaned back into his part of the couch, taking another large sip of his beer and sporting a vague hint of a smile on his lips that foretold no information as to what he was thinking but when he spoke it was with a clear voice. I'm gonna have a little party tonight, just friends coming over for a good time - nothing fancy. With a lower voice he added Come as you are. He leaned forward a took out a miniature pen out of his pocket and jotted down some letters and numbers on a napkin and shoved it over to her part of the table That's my address. I want you to come. And just like that he had placed out his line, whether she took his note or not meant very little, what mattered was if she'd show up. And how. Eight pm. I'll see if I can't convince Marv if he can't live without a few kegs of his best brew... Hugo gave her a coy look, he was taller than her, broader than her and definitely a lot more muscular than her. Compared to him she was frail, appearances always deceived though, in the animal kingdom, even the smaller animal could be pack leader. What mattered was their heart and spirit. Taking another large sip of his brew and more than half of his beer was gone - telltales of an avid lover of beer, or an alcoholic. I'd love to stay for another beer but I have to go fend off the police from impounding my bike and to convince them it's not a disguised bomb. His sour tone when talking about the police left no wonder what Hugo thought of uniformed men. When he got up he left behind an empty glass, like a magician had spirited the beer away to some unknown location. He gave Dreamer another long stare, but whether it was for trying to spot details about her that would reveal hidden information, or because he wanted to see more of those eyes of hers he could not say. What he did say though was Eight o clock. And just like that he headed towards the exit, fishing up a bill from his pocket and almost slammed it on Marvan's desk before leaving the building.