james potter is entranced
Contrary to popular belief James Potter does not care about what people think of him. Well, maybe at first he did but now, now he doesn't. He does as he pleases as he’s been doing as he pleases for the past few years. The moment he realized that he doesnt have to beg and ache just to be important to others. The time he truly understood that it should be the other way around. That was the best thing he’s ever had to realize as it opened many doors of possibilities for him.
When he, as James Potter saw his worth, no longer baring himself to the world allowing it to rip him to shreds. No, seeing as he’d rather do the shredding thanks.
It took him a while to realize this, to grasp the fact that no matter how hard you try to get people to see you, the real you. It doesnt matter if they’re the wrong people looking. He had been a teenager, 17, last year of school, all his friends or people he had thought were his friends. Would never give him their time, it was always up to him to do everything. It had been exhausting, he didn't want to have to deal with that.
But then he met Sirius Black who at the time had been with his boyfriend, Remus Lupin and their other friend Peter Pettigrew. Spending time with them he saw the real meaning of having friends. Enough with all this, James is currently no longer 17 as it’s been years from him being that age , he’s well 24.
Still best mates with those 3, all of them having found the best job for themselves. James had admittedly at first been so stumped by the fact that those three had been right under his nose the whole time that he’s so very glad to have found them when he did, more about that later. Right now, James is not to be thinking about how he got here or why, he’s supposed to be enjoying his night out, by himself, by Peters order of course.
Seeing as Sirius and Remus are together, and Peters out somewhere having fun with his girlfriend. If he had gotten a tad sad about the fact that he was going to spend his Saturday by himself, as he had wanted to spend it with his friends, then yeah that was going to stay as his concern as he moped in self imposed misery.
Clearly, Peter had other ideas as he forced him to come to this club that he’s currently at. A club that he is sitting by the bar, back to the dance floor, cradling his glass of whiskey, bored out of his mind, staring down at the amber liquid swirling in his glass as the yellow lights from the bar pour down over him.
With a sigh of defeat, he turns around in his seat, it being one of those high ones with the circular cushion, back against the bar, arms posed on the counter that’s most probably sticky but he can’t feel it for the leather jacket that’s fitted against him.
He holds the glass in his left hand rather loosely without a care in the world, perhaps he’ll have a few more drinks before calling it a day and going home to do some of that proper misery he was thinking about earlier. Peter wouldn't know seeing as he’s not even here, but the man terrifies him sometimes. He just seems to know things at times. Like the one time James had accidentally borrowed Remus' shirt and when Remus was looking for it, James had just somehow gotten it shredded as his old neighbor had a dog that thought it was a chew toy when they went over to his place, and then Peter just looked at him like he knew James knew where it was. It had scared the living daylights out of him. He doesn't know how Peter does it, it's like he can sniff out the fear of god from anyone.
Anyways, moving back to now, he's currently scanning his eyes throughout the crowded place, watching as people make out rather grossly, sweaty bodies pressing against each other looking like they're actually having fun. Probably just drunk but it's giving them the illusion that what is going on is so fabulously good, but it's actually not, just like it is not to a very much sober James Potter whose ears are most certainly going to be left deaf from the sheer volume of the music blasting throughout the place. It's a wonder the bartender somewhere behind him is even able to take any orders, cheers to them he rather thinks, for being able to do this everyday.
Back to him scanning and watching, there's other people who seem to just be keeping an eye on certain people, probably their friends. There's others forming a line for the bathrooms, that makes him huff a short laugh, before his eyes go back to the dance floor as something flashed rather very brightly right in the middle of everyone.
James is kind of squinting behind his round wired glasses, as the flashing lights of different colors keeps changing directions. Slowly his eyes accustom to the part that they were drawn to. There dancing against multiple bodies is a man, a very beautiful one at that, clothes sticking to his body like a second skin. The man's swaying his hips, arms up, dancing along to the beat with a woman in front of him dancing with him like she wants to eat him. As in take him to her bed and have her way with him. The thought pulls a smirk to his face as the man just seems to be there to simply dance and nothing else but he does give the woman a charming grin. He can tell his teeth are perfectly white from all the way over here, but when the light hits his teeth a moment later, he sees what drew his attention, there appears to be sparkly diamond like gems on his canines. Flashing very brightly and frequently as he's continuously just grinning as he bites his lip.
James fears he must look away as he does have his legs spread out in this chair as if it was a lounge chair, but it isn't, and he doesn't want to have to deal with anything he doesn't want to. Seeing as these were pants Peter had picked out for him and will not do him any favors as the material will get uncomfortable very fast if that happens.
Deciding to take a sip from his whiskey to have his eyes be anywhere else, focusing on the condensation accumulating on his glass, wetting his palm. As he adjusted his palm against the cool glass to have a better grip, distracting himself but he ends up looking up at seeing someone go next to him in order to order at the bar. He's a tad bit alarmed to find the man that he was staring at, who had just been dancing, beside him to his left, leaning his right arm on the less than ideal and unclean counter of the bar, palm on his cheek, same grin on his face. Other arm just by the edge of said counter closer to his waist as it's rather against the bar just like his own back is. The mans hips jutted out to the left in a cocky like manner, as if on purpose if James were to be asked, which he wasn't, a smooth sounding voice asking the girl bartender what to get. The man also asks her what she would recommend, James watches as the girl flusters under the mans gaze, blushing at the attention.
His own gaze going back to the man when he gets his drink a moment later giving the girl her money with a wink sent her way. Just as James is going to look away for his own personal sanity, because the whole encounter somehow left him feeling out of sorts for reasons he does not know why. The man proceeds to turn his head back to the dance floor right before his eyes snag on him. He watches as the man with tight black jeans and a white collared shirt, that seems a size too small against his chest which was most likely intentional, that's practically see through because of the sweat clinging onto him, making his efforts successful in their goal, starts to check him out.
He doesn't flinch under his gaze, the man appears to be around his age anyway, early twenties. Sees as the mans dark blue eyes get slightly hooded at the sight of him, one of those canines biting down on his lower plush lip. The man who is still leaning against the counter, takes a full swig, finishing his drink placing the glass to the counter. James just continues to stare, unwilling to back away or do anything that would be considered a very unlike James Potter thing to do. Even if there's no one here to know the difference.
He doesn't back down from any sort of challenge and this definitely feels like one, even if he's unsure as to what it is exactly. The man finally meets his eyes, he wonders if it's just a trick of the light when he sees a slight color of red flash in his eyes, before he turns away to go back to the dance floor, a confident walk to his stride.
He can't help but watch after him, as he downs his own drink ,knowing that he's fallen under the same spell as the woman who had been dancing with him. What surprises him is when the man looks right at him as he begins to dance again, arms slightly flexing as his thighs look so good that it makes him want to wrap his own hands around them and see how they look beneath his layer of clothes.
He watches as a different woman, beautiful with long curly locks swaying with her, looking like she too has been carved from marble with the most stunning shade of tan to be seen through the peaks of skin revealed by her dress, approaches the man. Her hands going to his face, as the strangers eyes are still watching him, as he's sat just like before never having had the time to fix how he was sat, not with everything going on. The pretty woman bringing his face closer to her own, the other man tearing his eyes away from his as if by sheer force of will in order to look back at her, both of them moving in sync to the music.
James thinks that he's starting to feel the effect of his one drink, as his mind seems to be going a bit hazy in the corners, or it could just be what he's feeling and experiencing. He watches as the woman turns around, her black dress hugging her every curve, as the mans hands go to her hips swaying together, taking small steps to the beat of the music.
Watches as she turns her head to pepper kisses on his neck on his left side. Sees the moment the man, does the following, instead of turning his face to the other side to give her more access he turns his head right at him, locking their eyes together once again. James thinks that's what cuts through the haze that had been enveloping his mind. As he turns around in his seat, ordering a few shots, forcing himself to re-analyze the situation. That those two strangers are most likely together or even if they aren't, to just stare is not good manners on his part and that it's time for him to just go.
Downing the drinks provided to him, taking out some cash to hand to the same guy who took his earlier order. He stands readying himself to just leave. He'll deal with Peter later but now, now it's time to just go home and have an early night. He goes and takes in a deep breath of the fresh air outside, the pounding in his ears distracting him from the pounding in his chest. He doesn't know what had overcame him with a sort of intensity. He thinks it might've been a need or a want, most likely desire, he doesn't know but what he does know is that he's going to order an uber to get home and away from whatever it was that gorgeous man was causing within him, as he's likely to never see him again.
extra piece: back in the club, barty crouch jr, knows that he will never let james potter out of his sight as he's been given the pleasure of looking into his eyes for the first time in months.