"He is a man" Anderson kept muttering to himself as he kept downing the glasses, at this point, he had totally lost count, his phone kept blaring with calls from Darla trying to know where he was since he just stood up and left without any warning, He was sure he had had more than enough drinks at this point even though he wasn't even close to halfway being drunk, some mainstream hip pop music was playing in the background and his environment was looking a bit blurry form his peripheral vision, he couldn't give two shits though.
He couldn't tell the difference between alcohol raising in his system and the effect of the sweet mint scent of his mate, trying to ease down on the drink so he could final get up on his feet and find the public restroom, but he was caught in a continuous motion of swinging the glass in his mouth and downing the burning bitter scotching transparent liquid down his throat, but he could care less at this point, human liquor hardly had any effect on him except being a little tipsy but still ok enough to drive a straight two hours journey.
"Hey man, you should chill out on the drinks, that shawty ain't worth it," a hair guy with cleanly cut beards said holding onto his hand, he knew the man was trying to help him but the built-up painted aggression had his way as he used a little more strength than necessary pushing the man back causing him to collide against a shelf filled with alcohol causing a few glasses to fall to the ground and make attention-drawing noise.
The sudden pause in dancing and the attention he received caused his eyes to clear a bit, getting a good vision of the bar. It was quite expensive looking, showing it also had a VIP section with a red boundary. It was a big bar and being it was the weekend, it packed quite a number of people in it.
In order not to draw anymore unwanted attention, he took some hundred dollar bills from his pocket and slapped it down offering a half-assed apology to the man who was staring at him with an expression of fear and shock, he got a rough value of the number of shots he has consumed and it was almost 17, for a Normal human, he knew that could cause mild alcohol poisoning.
He got out of the bar and was hit with cold air, somehow he felt everything and heard everything a little more, he couldn't differentiate the work of the alcohol anymore but he could feel his heart rate pick up as it played with his vision and balance, holding on to a lamppost where a beggar sat, he could smell his unwashed body which triggered him to want to throw up, he backed off immediately, trying to clear his head.
Anderson touched his pockets to try and call Darla before he realized that he left it on the bar counter, looking up to the street, it was quite busy, and the road was busy with cars and cyclists.
Anderson finally looked across the road and what he saw or rather, who he saw messed with his head a little more, he could perceive the mint scent and sandalwoods, he looked straight in the eyes of the drummer who was also looking directly at him, cars kept coming in between his vision hindering him from seeing the drummer, he was still wearing the oversized grey sweatshirt and his jet black hair was still poured down obscuring some part of his face giving him a very mysterious look that kept attracting Anderson more. His heartbeat picked up some more again the moment he found himself stepping into the road.
Anderson couldn't tell how he was moving but he definitely was gravitating towards the strange man who was standing as still as the lamp post he was initially resting on. The grey sweatshirt guy was holding his drumstick bag which was crossed adjacent to his chest and the stick was peaking out a little bit from the sides.
Anderson kept staring at him while moving slowly towards him, even though the street lights and billboards lit the street and car lights lit the road it wasn't still bright enough to catch his grey eyes like he had seen it when he was performing, because, of how still he was and the dark clothes he was wearing you could easily mistake him for a shadow, they didn't break eye contact as Anderson walked slowing across the busy road towards the mysterious man.
Car and cyclist blared horns, flashed lights and spewed curses at Anderson for crossing a serious commotion but all these were merely distant noises to Anderson as all his senses were focused on the mysterious man in front of him, it almost felt like he was in a trance because of how he couldn't control his walking but he knew not to question processes like this.
Anderson has always been curious and always asked his dad what was the difference and signs when people saw their mate, and his dad reply was "Your mate will always give you a different but unique experience which will differ from everyone else," So he couldn't go against it, maybe that was the unique experience, the trance and higher sense.
He got a lane closer to the mysterious being when a red night boss approached him starting to blare horns and flashing light as it got nearer but Anderson couldn't move, it was at that very minute Anderson knew he was screwed.
He couldn't move till a force dragged him back from behind at the last minute to the other side of the road, his ears and eyes suddenly became clearer as he looked up to the other side of the road and the other guy had disappeared. Darla was talking over his head but he could only hear muffled words because of blood that was pumping through his ears. Watching Darla point to his chest saying something, he decided to listen to her.
"What did you say?," Anderson asked, confused.
"I said what is glowing red on your chest?,"
Darla asked
"Oh shit..."