Encounters with Heero
His friends had already left, but the stranger was still sitting at the bar, miserable, and very much on the way to getting drunk. You had just served him another vodka. He was gorgeous, with beautiful blue eyes, and unruly dark hair that fell over his forehead. He was wearing a tux, but he had taken off his jacket, and he had loosened his bow tie. It was a busy night with lots of people at the bar where you worked, but there was none standing near the stranger. The bar was surprisingly empty on both his sides.
The man radiated something. Danger, but also something else you couldn’t quite place. He looked at you with a glare and you swallowed. This man had been a soldier. You could see it, because you saw it every time you looked at your brother. He had the same emptiness in his eyes.
The stranger mentioned you and held up his glass. In your head, you counted the amount of glasses he had already had as you made your way over to him.
“Another one, sir?” you asked him.
He nodded. You actually wanted to gape at him when you finished counting. He had had eight vodka’s, no ice, and he was still sitting steadily on his bar stool. Either this guy was an alcoholic, or he could hold his liquor surprisingly well. You served him another vodka.
“Thanks,” he said gruffly.
“You won’t thank me tomorrow when you wake up with a hangover the size of this colony,” you said with a smile.
“I don’t get sick on vodka,” he answered.
He had a nice voice, although he spoke in a monotone way. He spoke with no emotion, whatsoever, like he didn’t ever express his feelings. The war must have gotten this guy hard. It was eight years since the war had ended. You had been twelve when you brother had left your home to go and fight. He had survived, but when he had returned he hadn’t been the same. He had seen too many horrors on the battlefield.
You shook off the memories as you cleaned the bar with a rag. It was almost closing time and the stranger continued to stare in his now empty glass. You felt a little bad for him and decided that, if he was still there after your shift had ended, you’d offer him a ride.
You loaded all the dirty glasses on a tray and took it to the back of the bar. Zach, one of your colleagues, was already loading the dishwasher.
“Just put the tray somewhere,” he called over his shoulder. “I’ll load it for you.”
“Thanks!” You went back to the front and cleaned up the rest.
“Sir, we’re closing up,” you told the stranger.
He took out his wallet and tossed a few bills on the bar. “Keep the change.”
“Thanks.” You put the money in the cash register. “Do you want a ride?”
He stared at you. “I’ll be fine.”
“You’re not driving, are you?” you asked.
The stare turned into a glare that clearly said to mind your own business. “I’ll take a cab.”
“Let me know if you change your mind,” you said, while walking to the back again. Your shift was over. Molly and Zach would take care of the rest. You changed out of your uniform, grabbed your bag and said goodbye to Zach. You went to the front. The handsome stranger was gone. You sighed and waved at Molly, who was cleaning a set of tables.
You left the bar and headed towards the parking lot. The air was cold and you shivered in your thin jacket. You thought it was stupid that it could be so cold on a colony, but you had been forced to accept it. The weather system of this colony malfunctioned sometimes. You hurried towards your car, and once you got it started, you immediately turned on the heater.
You drove towards the part of the colony where you lived. On your way you noticed someone walking on the sidewalk. You smiled when you discovered it was the stranger. You pulled over and lowered the window on the passenger’s side of the car.
“Are you sure you don’t want a ride?” you asked him. “It’s cold.”
“So I’ve noticed.”
You rolled your eyes. “I’m just being nice.”
“Get in,” you said with a sigh.
He stopped and you hit the brakes. He rubbed his forehead in a tired manner and then sighed. He opened the door and sat down in the passenger’s seat, without stumbling or falling flat on his face. You were impressed.
You started driving again. “Where do you live?”
“That’s close to where I live,” you said.
He didn’t answer and leaned his head against the window. He closed his eyes.
“You’re not getting sick, are you?” you asked.
“I told you I don’t get sick on vodka.” He glared at you from the corner of his eyes.
“Yeah well, you’re not the first one to say that.”
He closed his eyes again.
“What’s your name?” You were just being polite, but you were also curious.
“Heero,” he said, “Heero Yuy.”
“My name is –Y/N- -L/N-.”
You figured he probably didn’t talk much. But you did your best to keep a conversation going.
“I’ve never seen you around. Did you just move here?” you asked.
“About two weeks ago.”
“Do you like it here?”
He shrugged. “I don’t care much for where I live.”
You remembered his friends leaving him earlier that night. “Where do your friends live?”
“Not here. The left to catch their shuttles,” he said. “I don’t see them often.”
So he was pretty much on his own all the time. You thought it was kind of sad. You shot him a sideways glance. He had shut his eyes again and he seemed relaxed. He was really handsome. You concentrated on the road again and bit your lip. All too soon you drove into 7th street.
“You can stop right here,” Heero said.
You pulled over and stopped the car.
“Thanks for the ride,” he said, while opening the door.
“You’re welcome.” You smiled at him.
He stepped out of the car. “Goodnight.”
“Night.” You drove off, after he closed the door.
Later, when you lay in bed you wished you had asked for his phone number…
- End part 1 -