[Angels and Demons bar]Two Days Later

A frustrated growl escaped Draven’s clenched teeth as he stared down the wasted and blubbering idiot in front of him that was demanding another drink. It gave him a bad sense of déjà vu and made him wonder if he had been this obnoxious toward Samael when he walked in the other day and the thought of him made Draven stop and think. He promptly turned his back on the customer momentarily, drawing in a deep breath and massaging the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger to keep from blowing up at the drunkard.

Since Samael had explained more about this connection that had been accidentally created, he had become more aware of his own feelings, not wanting to put more of a strain on Samael than he already had. It was an odd thing for him; thinking of someone else before himself for a change. Though, having done the same for those he loved once before, it wasn’t too difficult of a task. Actually, it was almost a near constant thought at the forefront of his mind seeing as Samael was as well. Ever since they talked that night, he had a hard time not thinking about him and the more he was around him, the more he was on his mind.

Even though it’s only been a few days since they've met, Draven had decided that he liked this guy and he wanted to get to know him further. He had been wanting to make that known somehow but he wasn’t quite sure how to go about it yet. For as well as he was at winning over strangers, he was at a loss when it came to someone he actually liked and wanted more than a simple booty call from. He wasn’t sure if he should ask him on a date or where to or if the he’d be embarrassed being seen in public with another guy. As sure of himself as he seemed, he was rather self-conscious about this and more hesitant than usual since he didn’t want to wind up screwing it over somehow. Was it too soon to ask? Damn it! Why was he so terrible at this?!

He had almost forgotten he was serving a customer, having been distracted and just noticing the fact that he was now being yelled at again by the blubbering fool. He turned back around and put his attention back on the customer, immediately becoming frustrated with him again. He didn’t know how Samael or any other bar tender for that matter, put up with this kind of shit all the time. Though, somehow that only made Samael even more attractive in his mind. He glanced up from his place, deep blue eyes searching for the earlier mentioned young man, almost as if he were looking for some type of reassurance or help with the customer.

Draven tensed slightly at first when a hand was placed on his shoulder but when he realized who's it was he relaxed a bit. Though he couldn't help the somewhat goofy smile on his face as he turned around to face Samael.

"Sorry." He sighed despite the 'butterflies' in his stomach at the other being so close and let alone having physical contact with him. Damn it, why did he feel like a little school girl around him?! Get a hold of yourself Draven!

"Guess I'm not really cut out for this kinda thing." He said with a bit of a playful chuckle as an attempt to shake off the 'school girl' feeling. Not that he really minded the feeling but he didn't want Samael to catch on and find out how much just his presence was effecting him. That and he didn't like not being in control of his feelings and this was one he didn't have much say over.

"Really, I dunno how ya guys do it." He continued, briefly glancing back toward Samael's parents before turning back toward him. "..Guess I just aint very good with people." He continued, still with a bit of a playful edge to his voice but an underlying seriousness as well.
It made him grateful he wound up with a bar tender like Samael that night instead of one like himself.

Draven had been messing around when he stated he 'wasn't cut out for this type of job and wasn't good with people', so when Samael gave a defensive response in return, it had taken Draven aback a bit. Though he couldn't help his smile widening a bit when he went on to explain it took more than that to be good at this type of thing. Somehow he found it rather cute; the fact that he was becoming defensive over it and he couldn't help but give a light chuckle at that.

He moved to say something in reply but was momentarily distracted by Samael's father shoeing the drunk man out of the bar. What he was about to say was lost at the sight and even more so when the man turned his gaze on him. For a moment all he did was stare back, not noticing the hand inching closer until the man looked down at both their hands. He briefly looked over at Samael before glancing back up at his father. Then he made a bold move and grabbed for the hand that was barley touching his. All the while he had those deep blue eyes set on Samael's father, almost as if making a statement similar to 'Yeah, I like yer son and there's nothin' ya can do 'bout it'.

Of course he didn't actually say it but he did feel the need to stand his ground and he did feel a bit threatened by the man. Some part of him knew Samael's father was only looking out for his son but another part, the one that remembered all too clearly how his own father had reacted the first time he found out he was dating another boy, was on the defense. That time he had only had the shit beaten out of him and had been threatened that if he went near that boy again, his father would kill him. Draven had ignored his father's threat and the two had dated secretly after that...until they were caught again and his father kept to his threat.

He didn't care how Samael's father felt about him or the looks he gave him just for being here. He wasn't going to allow the past to repeat it self and he wasn't about to allow a few dirty looks to keep him from the only person that had any sort of understanding of him, even if it was only so much of one. Though, at the word 'boyfriend', Draven was pulled out of his current train of thought and his eyes flickered from Samael's father to his mother.

"So..honey." He smirked, turning his gaze toward Samael again after eyeing his parents for a moment. "When did we start datin' without me knowin' 'bout it?" He joked, playing along with Samael's mother's teasing. Though it sounded nothing but playful, it was almost like a challenge as well, for Samael's father; a dare as well as a threat. He was doing so well with hiding his emotions and trying to keep them in line for Samael's sake and now his actions were once again being ruled by them; by the hate and scorn he held for his own father and his canine-like urge to protect what was 'his'. And that's exactly what Samael was in his twisted and animalistic mind. He seemed to forget his earlier feelings of self consciousness and nervousness as they were replaced by personality which was a result of past events and provoked by an assumed possible threat.

Draven fell silent during the interaction, his earlier emotions being replaced by confusion. So, not only was his mother joking around about this, she had walked in on Samael making out with another guy and was perfectly ok with it? Draven's own mother had been calm when she found out, having done so before his father had. She explained to him how she was disappointed, having wanted grandchildren from him eventually but she also explained that she still loved him and nothing would keep her from doing so. In return he explained that he still liked girls as well and apologized for disappointing her and told her that he may fall for a girl one day but for now he was in love with another boy. Of course he was three years younger, more naive and afraid at the time that his mother wanted nothing more to do with him. He was her oldest child after all and had more expectations to live up to than his two siblings. She had warned him as well that night, about his father and to keep this from him; that it would be 'their little secret'. He had trusted his mother and was very close to her at one point in time, though their relationship was never anything like this and the more saw Samael interact with his own mother, the more nostalgic it made him feel on the matter.

On the other hand, the reaction of Samael’s father surprised him as well. He was expecting a reaction of anger and spite and when he simply sat down, Draven was taken aback by it. Maybe he didn’t pose much of a threat after all and he had feared the worst for no reason. Simply because his own father had possibly the worst reaction someone could have toward this type of thing, he automatically assumed most fathers would as well. Then again he hasn’t been around many families and all he knew of how they worked was from what he’s learned from his own and they weren’t exactly the most functional family. It made him a bit jealous; that Samael had two loving parents who were accepting of him. Though, at not having been kicked out of the bar or told off, it made him realize that maybe they were accepting of Draven himself as well. That being said, he still couldn’t help the feelings of both nostalgia and jealousy, even though he was trying to hold them back for Samael’s sake.

At the feel of Samael’s hand tightening about his own though, he was pulled from those darker emotions and glanced over at the other. He found it hard to dwell on the bad feelings brought up by the situation, with Samael by his side and with a comforting hand to hold onto. He was glad he had decided to grab ahold of his hand earlier as it was keeping him from focusing on the negative feelings and possibly just leaving as he probably would have given other circumstances. When Samael’s father suggested taking a break so they could ‘make out or something’, he couldn’t help that earlier feeling of ‘butterflies’ he had earlier and the faintest shade of a blush coloring his cheeks momentarily. He turned his gaze toward Samael’s parents, looking between the two momentarily with a look that could have said ‘thanks’. Through all of his surprise and confusion among that mix of feelings at the recent events, there was a sense of relief and even gratitude toward Samael’s parents. He had been wracking his mind all day and been so clueless of how to go about asking Samael and even if he should. This gave him the perfect opportunity and he wasn’t about to let that slip through his finger because of his own convoluted emotions. No, he wasn’t letting the mess at the back of his mind make the decisions for him, to guilt trip him into giving the idea up…he was going to follow what was at the forefront of his mind, the emotions he was feeling here and now and leave the others in the past.

"What do ya say?" He turned toward Samael once again. “Wanna take him up on his offer?" His tone was still rather playful in an attempt to keep things light but there was an underlying seriousness to it along with more of a nervous feeling like he had earlier. He had hoped that even with the teasing mood of the situation, he'd say yes, that he'd give him a chance. That's all he really wanted, was a chance to get to know him better (not necessarily to just jump into making out as was suggested) and to find out if anything was actually going on between them other than this empathy connection.

There he had been, trying to wrack his mind all day for just the right way to ask Samael out and the goes and flips it around on him, asking Draven out instead. It made him smile and even laugh a bit. He didn't know much about Samael but all the little quirks he had caught onto in the past bit they've spent time together, were easily drawing his attention. The way he fidgeted when he was nervous, his smile, his laugh..it was all very alluring and made even easier for Draven to safely say he found the guy rather cute. Not only was he physically attractive but his personality or what Draven has seen of it so far, had easily caught his attention too and this was only adding to it.

He couldn't deny however, the flurry of emotions that question brought at well; self-consciousness, nervousness and excitement among other things. He felt like a little school girl around her first crush; heart pounding, stomach squirming and a whole manner of things. It almost angered him at how much this guy was effecting him without even trying. Though he couldn't be truly angered by it because he didn't really mind it; it was a new a fresh feeling compared to what he's used to and in a way it was nice.

"I.." He faltered, realizing they were still holding hands and tightening his grip slightly and momentarily before giving his answer. "Yeah...yeah, I'd like that."