Envy
A handsome face touched with a certain darkness, chocolate eyes gleaming occasionally in the dim light of the club’s lights as they surveyed the other patrons, similarly colored hair falling into those eyes to hide their sharp gaze. The old barstool underneath the man creaked as he shifted his weight, spotting a couple devouring each other’s faces in the corner of the large room, the pounding sound and writhing crowd not bothering them in the slightest. Long, tanned fingers tightened their grip around a small glass containing a mysterious hazy purple drink, likely a form of alcohol. He recognized the men in the couple as his coworkers, and his frown deepened as he looked away, clicking his tongue angrily at their ability to have an open relationship. Swirling the drink in his glass, he took a deep sip, the fiery liquid burning his throat as it went down.
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