Haerm

Smiling, snapping his fingers as a magician would, Haerm threw the coin up, which after several turns, fell back on his hand, landing perfectly in the center of it. What the others could not know, was that Haerm knew a trick to always be successful in the toss of the coin, simply adjusting the force with which he threw the coin to make him make a number of turns he wanted. "Well... It looks like you can rest" said Haerm showing the coin to Seiko giving him a wink in the meantime. Afterwards, leaning with his elbows on the counter, Haerm looked at both of them, and smiling asked "so what do we want to do?" They were the only ones left by now, the night was about to end, but maybe there was a chance to lengthen it a little more.

Haerm sensed that Seiko was afraid of getting into trouble, and smilingly patted his hair, being careful not to mess it up. “Don’t worry” Seeing Sonja arrive with some cookies, Haerm greeted her kindly, motioning for her to sit at the counter with him and Seiko. Maybe her presence could help the femboy understand that he was now like family, and that he would be safe with them. Haerm immediately prepared the usual drink for Sonja, and poured for himself some water before turning his attention back to Seiko. He had sensed that he was shy and insecure, and perhaps that was why he found him curious given the work he did, but now they had to find a way to improve the evening, and since there were no more customers, they could afford a little fun. Sipping from his glass, he picked up the same coin he had left on the counter a few minutes earlier, and looking at Seiko he said: “Heads or tails, if I win you have to relax with us”

Guilty… And I can't wait to go home tonight… The next poster doesn't like the summer

Haerm leaned against the counter, folding his arms under his chin, tenderly watching Seiko as he savored the treat. His delicate lips, the way his fingers brought the snack to his mouth, the subtle hint of pleasure in savoring something good. Involuntarily, Haerm blushed as he continued to watch him. “Why don’t you take the rest of the night for yourself? Rest… the other girls and boys will take care of it if there are customers looking for you…” Haerm knew well that it was not a problem if Seiko rested, and without a esitation, he motioned for him to go behind the counter, and sit on a small stool hidden under it. There were no more customers at the bar by now, and Seiko could rest and relax in Haerm’s company without the fear of being alone.

Hearing those words, Haerm's expression became more serious. He looked at him, without saying anything, observing again in search of details that would reveal more information. If what he believed was true, that a customer had created problems, disrespecting his colleagues and breaking the rigid etiquette of the club, that customer would not go unpunished. The Midnight was a luxury club, exclusive and one of a kind, and it does not tolerate those who break etiquette. No matter how much money, power or fame you have, at the Midnight Meetings it is class that lets you in, and if you lack it, no matter how much you pay, you will no longer be welcome. "Did someone hurt you?" Haerm finally asked, looking into his eyes where he saw himself reflected and distorted among Seiko's held back tears. ”If that’s the case… don’t worry… the club staff will take care of it…” Even though Haerm’s tone was calm and reassuring, he had let a hint of anger slip into his chosen words, as if they were a sentence. However, trying not to worry Seiko, Haerm smiled again reassuringly, and took some chocolate sweets from under the counter and handed them to his young colleague. The chocolate wrapper was a thin aluminum film, in a cubic shape, and from the different colors you could understand the different flavors you could find.

Haerm watched as his lips rested on the edge of the glass, the way his fingers held it, the gaze lost in the thoughts of those who don't know what to say or do if not perhaps cry. Smiling bitterly, he had recognized the same pain he had seen in many others, and that a simple cocktail (as well done as it was) was a too temporary cure to heal that emotional wound that was so familiar to him. ”You're the newcomer, right? Seiko? I don't know if I pronounced it well...” Smiling trying to be as reassuring as possible, Haerm rests at the counter, starting to clean the blender he had just used to make his colleague's cocktail. “My name is Haerm, anyway” His hands meticulously cleaned the inner layer of the blender. He had many small scars on his fingers, as if of cuts due to an inattention in the kitchen, but from the way he moved his fingers, easily avoiding the blades of the tool turned off, it was strange that he had hurt himself that way. Finishing cleaning the blender, Haerm sat down again, but this time on the opposite side of Seiko, leaning on his own arm sinking his hand into his beard as he continued to look at Seiko.

Haerm was strangely surprised to see his colleague sit down and ask for a drink, but without thinking too much he left the coin on the counter and went to the other side and immediately started preparing the cocktail. He didn't say anything as he mixed the rum with the fruit, but he discreetly observed his colleague sitting and his melancholic expression as he waited for a sip of nectar to get him through the night. With care and finesse, he prepared the cocktail glass where he later poured the now ready drink. "Tough night?" he asked politely as he handed him the drink, letting it slide slowly from his fingers to his.

Haerm has been working at the Midnight for a long time, and between a cocktail and a beer served, he often felt a sense of boredom and monotony, especially in the last period, when there was not much news. In those moments, when perhaps the customers were starting to be fewer, and almost no one came to get a drink, you could see him playing with his fingers on the bar counter, following a musical rhythm while he read or wrote in a notebook, or experimenting with new combinations for drinks, creating elaborate cocktails with strong and intriguing flavors. But tonight, Haerm was doing none of these things... The customers had almost all left by now, and he had finished cleaning, but there were still hours to go until the end of his shift. So he decided to sit in front of the counter, as if he were a customer, and rest a bit, with his head resting on the shelf while he gesticulated with a coin between the fingers of his left hand.

A few days ago I found a business card on the ground, although soft to the touch, it seemed to be made of black metal, with strange writing and red and gold glyphs that I couldn't read. After several attempts to read what was written, I pronounced a glyphs correctly and a sudden shock transmitted from the cared to my hand, making me jump. I still didn't understand the situation I had put myself in. Until the moment I saw you.

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He smiles and closes his eyes hugging her before falling back to sleep

He giggles softly, then gives her a kiss on the lips