Money was everything. At least when it came to alcohol. The more you have, the more and better the drinks. And you could observe the incredibly hot bartender a little bit longer. That was Suna's evening program every Friday. He would go to his favourite bar, sit down at his regular corner close to the counter and watch his favourite bartender all night long. Suna was aware that this was maybe inappropriate and if he would ever find... well, this would be his own death. He would be dying out of embarrassment. But still, how could you not watch him? The bartender looked like a literal god. The god of sex appeal and hot arms. Never in his whole life has he seen such impressive arm musculature. If he wasn't all too obvious, he could lust a tiny bit after the slightly shorter man Suna decided for himself.

This Friday night was no exception. Suna was all dressed up in a pair of black high-waisted skinny jeans and a silky button-up shirt. The winged eyeliner was accentuating his catlike eyes in a mysterious yet sexy way. The handsome silver-haired bartender was also there like usually, mixing cocktails with his strong veiny hands. Suna would give everything just to feel these hands caressing his pale skin, gently brushing over his cheekbones, jawline, lips...

Slowly he moved towards the crowded counter. A few girls were leaning all over the counter, obviously mooning over his favourite bartender, trying to flirt with him. To his own satisfaction, the sliver-haired man was straight up ignoring them. How pathetic they looked, he thought, just to remember that he wasn't any better.

As soon as he saw the bartender proceed in his direction, he could hear his heartbeat fastening, his breath becoming uneven as if he was hyperventilating. Usually, he would describe himself as a rather calm and confident person but this hot guy was bringing out new sides of the dark-haired, even he didn't know they existed. He never felt so nervous in front of somebody... however it wasn't the type of "I have butterflies in my stomach"-nervous but rather "I feel like I'm going to throw up but I wanna kiss you but if I kiss you will hate me forever and I'm going to cry"-nervous. This man was making him go insane!

And as the bartender asked him "What can I bring ya, sweetheart?" Suna literally choked. He called him sweetheart! He, the god of sex appeal! He stood there absolutely speechless, not knowing how to react. "Well, uhm... maybe something fruity and sweet...?" the tall man ordered but somehow it sounded more like a question. "Okay let me surprise ya~" he smirked. Suna was watching him while the man mixed some colourful liquids and poured them into a glass. The drink was bright pinkish-red shimmering slightly in the dim lights of the bar.

"What's your name, sweetheart?" the bartender asked curiously as he handed the cocktail over. Again, Suna almost choked. "Suna" he mumbled "Suna Rintaro. And you?" "Miya Osamu," the bartender told him, a smile appearing on his face. "Well, have a nice evening Sunarin. And just call me if you need something!" Osamu smiled at him before turning around and continuing to work. Suna could feel how his face was heating up, a pink blush covering his cheeks at the sound of the nickname Osamu gave him.

He took a small sip from the cocktail he ordered, tasting the colourful drink. It was extremely sweet but in a good way and he could taste something fruity reminding him of cherries. This cocktail was heavenly. And so was Osamu.

And while he was enjoying his drink, he felt how the alcohol began to daze him. He felt great and absolutely confident. Maybe it was time for a second drink. He looked around, searching for the striking bartender. It seemed he wasn't busy, so without thinking about it any further, Suna just called out sweetly "Osamu, could you please come over?". The tall man turned around immediately and joyfully Suna spotted Osamu's red ears. So he wasn't the only one getting affected.

"What can I bring ya this time?" he asked brightly. "What would you recommend? I can't really decide" the man replied playfully, a charming smile appearing on his pretty face. Osamu stood there as if he was frozen to Suna's amusement. Leaning slightly forward, he looked up at the silver-haired man. "But you know, I like it sweet ~"

As Osamu heard this, his eyes widened surprised by Suna's shameless behaviour. He always thought that the cute boy in the corner was really shy and sweet. He usually would order from a waitress instead of going to the counter himself. Today was the first time he has ever talked to the cute guy who was always here on Friday.

"I think I got you" Osamu agreed. Again, Suna watched the stunning man mix the drink. This time the cocktail was rather creamy and had a yellow hue. And as Osamu passed him his drink, their hands brushed lightly against each other, Suna's fingertips caressing Osamu's hand before he pulled back. This time Osamu stayed with him, watching the other's reaction. Suna carefully lifted the glass, having a taste of the yellow liquor. This one tasted more exotic and again he loved the drink. Maybe his opinion wasn't objective but nevertheless, it tasted amazing.A satisfied smile appeared on Osamu's face as he saw the taller boy's reaction. He was proud and happy the cute boy liked his drink. Suna was indeed quite pretty with his slender tall figure, the catlike yellowish eyes, and his tiny lazy smile. His tight jeans were accentuating his long legs perfectly as well as something else... He looked stunning.

While Suna was enjoying his cocktail, Osamu observed him, he just couldn't help himself. The taller boy was the prettiest human he had ever seen, almost seeming too good to be true. Maybe he was... at least too good for Osamu. Realizing his own thoughts, he tried shaking them off and focusing on the work he had to do. Empty glasses stood everywhere on the counter. As if Suna would ever want something serious with him.

And as the silver-haired went back to work, Suna just watched. How couldn't he? Maybe he would act on his feelings and ask him out on a date. Maybe today. Oh, fuck it, he thought to himself before shouting "Osamu!" across the whole bar. The called one looked up quickly, seeming slightly confused. As he realized, Suna was the one who called him, he hurried to the dark-haired boy.

"Yes, sir?" he asked joyfully "What's the problem?" Suna panicked. Suddenly everything seemed so stupid. What did he think as he called his crush over?

"Uhm... s-so if I told you that a certain someone maaaybe likes you and that this certain someone maybe is me, what would you say?"

Osamu was visibly overwhelmed. "You like me?"

"Uh, yes? And I'd like to take you on a date. Maybe tomorrow? Of course, only if you want to" Suna was rambling. What was Osamu supposed to think of him? That he was a huge idiot? To his surprise, the silver-haired began to smile brightly. "Tomorrow would be perfect. How about I'll get you at 2 pm and then we're going to see what we wanna do."

As he heard the bartender's words, he felt relieved. He was willing to give it a try! Osamu would go on a date with him! And he didn't have to wait until next Friday to see him again. This was the best Friday until now and from now on it could only get better, Suna thought to himself, a bright smile on his face.