Rahim was already feeling stupid about how he had ended up being convinced to come out to this particular establishment. Adalae had been whining all damned night about how she couldn't stand another night cooped up in the apartment. “One drink.” He had said to her, “I will go out for just one drink if it means you'll stop.” Which the Siren had leapt upon, which had ended with him here.
It was a Friday evening, already 10pm and he knew it would be busy. They had barely made it through the doors of the club before he was overwhelmed with the sheer number of people in the club. “Adalae!” He shouted over the din of the music, “I thought you said it was a bar.”
Of course, the redhead took little notice of him as she made her way to the bar. Dark brown eyes scanned the club, brows furrowing in discomfort before he huffed, taking long strides after her. Overall, he thought, the club looked clean and well-maintained if a little loud and crowded for his particular tastes. Adalae had, of course, somehow managed to find a stool at the full bar. (Or taken someone else’s, he wasn't entirely certain.)
“I could be home right now, reading.” He grumbled into her ear before he fished the wallet from the pair of dark jeans clinging to his hips, “At least order me something strong.” He pressed his card into her palm and turned, looking over the club again. Rahim noticed a few pairs of eyes turned their way, unsurprisingly the majority of them were male. It was unavoidable when going out with Adalae, or any Siren. They all turned heads.
It was a Friday evening, already 10pm and he knew it would be busy. They had barely made it through the doors of the club before he was overwhelmed with the sheer number of people in the club. “Adalae!” He shouted over the din of the music, “I thought you said it was a bar.”
Of course, the redhead took little notice of him as she made her way to the bar. Dark brown eyes scanned the club, brows furrowing in discomfort before he huffed, taking long strides after her. Overall, he thought, the club looked clean and well-maintained if a little loud and crowded for his particular tastes. Adalae had, of course, somehow managed to find a stool at the full bar. (Or taken someone else’s, he wasn't entirely certain.)
“I could be home right now, reading.” He grumbled into her ear before he fished the wallet from the pair of dark jeans clinging to his hips, “At least order me something strong.” He pressed his card into her palm and turned, looking over the club again. Rahim noticed a few pairs of eyes turned their way, unsurprisingly the majority of them were male. It was unavoidable when going out with Adalae, or any Siren. They all turned heads.
