[Comprehensive British and American] Will the golden boy fall in love with the women's clothing

Dick led Randall out of the crowd. He seemed to have some kind of keen intuition or something, which made Randall feel that Dick was more sensitive than himself, a mutant who could perceive other people's emotions.Randall noticed that he seemed to be intentionally or unintentionally keeping the distance between others and himself, so that there would not always be unnecessary physical contact between others and Randall.

When the two of them stood in front of the bar, Dick withdrew his hand on Randall's shoulder without leaving a trace.The young bartender was cleaning the mixing container, and when he saw someone sitting by, he just looked up.

"Two beers...no, one beer, give him juice," Dick began.

"I want to too..." Drinking, Randall swallowed the following words as Dick glanced over, "Okay, then a glass of juice, thank you."

Randall's ears were still filled with loud electronic sounds and the screams of the crowd. He squinted his eyes and looked around the circle under the dazzling lights. Men and women, he finally turned back, as if he had finally adjusted himself to a suitable state, and smiled at the person next to him.

The clean and clear smile unique to young people almost made Dick's heart tremble again.

The bartender should have seen many people like Randall, but it may be the first one as beautiful as him.The bartender pushed a glass of light pink peach-flavored juice to Randall's face. It also contained alcohol, but it was so weak that it didn't exist. "Underage can't come to this kind of place, kids."

Randall held one side of his face and said with a smile: "I'm an adult, really, it's just that I have a stomach problem recently, and drinking will make me uncomfortable."

His fingertips rubbed against the cold water-dropped glass, and his fingertips were as pink as the juice, "I've never been here before, it's a pity, I heard that the bartenders here make drinks It’s so powerful, I came here specially to see it, but I couldn’t drink it.”

"Welcome your next visit anytime, I'm always here." The bartender was obviously pleased by these words, and there is nothing more pleasing than such a compliment.

"Are you the bartender?" Randall leaned forward, his blue eyes fixed on him closely, and he used all the concentration he had learned from taking photos and magazines all the year round, which would give people a sense of himself The feeling of being very respected, "It seems that I will change positions in the future."

"Then I really want to thank the customer who recommended me." The corner of the bartender's mouth wished to go to the sky.

"Maybe it's a regular customer of yours, what's his name," Randall said, and he swallowed a mouthful of juice, then continued, "Caesar when we were drinking somewhere else? Or Ludy? It's just—" —”

Randall raised his hand and gestured on his face, "Here, there is a mole under the eyebrow, which is quite obvious."

"Oh, definitely Frank Toller, the poor devil."

"The man with green eyes and curly hair? Frank Tolle?" Randall was just asking casually, but he didn't expect to actually ask. Today, he may be favored by the god of luck.

"That's right, it's definitely him. Oh, I didn't expect him to like my wine so much." The bartender was already complacent.

Dick heard Randall's lame and youthful cliché skills when he first spoke, it was too much like when he was fifteen or sixteen years old and went on a mission with the Titans' partners .Dick paid some attention to Randall, and then turned his head to observe the surroundings. His experience and intuition always allowed him to find strange places in the crowd.For example, in the corner at ten o'clock, there are a few people who should be members of the local gangster whispering, maybe they are talking about the delivery location at the dock; the man in the booth at six o'clock is not paying attention to his female partner at all , he has been looking at his watch and the location of the box in the bar... and the two girls beside him have been looking at him and Randall, and they will come over to strike up a conversation or ask for contact information in a few minutes...

Dick was distracted for a while, and when he came back to his senses, he suddenly realized that just relying on Randall's childish clichés, he actually found the relevant person by mistake.

"Why the poor ghost? What happened to him? He was still in good spirits when I met him a few weeks ago." Randall continued to ask.

"He... Hey," the bartender sighed, and no one else was looking for him, so he put his elbows on the table, leaned closer to Randall and whispered: "Frank is a frequent visitor to the casino, and there are many people around here. He has been to all the casinos, but his luck is very bad, basically he owes money in every one, and he stole his girlfriend's deposit to pay off the debt, and was beaten up by others and broke up."

"Didn't you report it?" If he had been reported, Frank would definitely leave a record at the police station, and it would be much easier for them to find it.

"No, Frank paid back the money before he could report it... He said he found a job that paid fast, and he paid off all the money he owed within a few days."

Randall smiled affectionately, like an innocent child, with a kind of innocent straightforwardness, and lowered his voice: "That's not a serious job, is it?"

The bartender glanced at him, then looked around, and felt that there was not much difference between the young man in front of him and those beautiful bastards on the dance floor, so he smiled and continued: "You saw it too, we here Everyone has it, and everyone will have some needs. He said that it has no side effects and the price is not expensive. I don’t know the details, but he does make a lot of money..."

When Randall heard it, he smiled even happier, "Does he come here often? I'm very interested in what you said."

"He... used to come here often, but I haven't seen him for a long time, so don't talk about it, the police have been strict in investigation recently, maybe he has already gone in."

Although I haven't been arrested yet, I guess it will be soon after you say that.Randall thought to himself, but his face showed regret, and he pouted, "Then let's leave a contact information? If you meet him next time, how about sending me a message?"

The bartender was dizzy, and when he was looked at so bluntly and affectionately by his sincere blue eyes, his mind went blank, and he agreed easily without even thinking about it.

Randall stood up, crossed half of his body over the table, bent down and took out a tissue from the mixing table, and didn't care that his loose shirt slid up due to the influence of his upper body, revealing a narrow waist .

He took a pen and wrote a series of numbers on it, and then stuffed it into the bartender's hand, "Don't forget."

The bartender nodded blankly, just at this time someone came from behind to drink, Randall thought to himself that his luck today was too good to be true, and he must go to the game to open a few boxes to celebrate when he goes back tonight.While the bartender turned to go to other things, after leaving a few notes, he and Dick slipped away.

"You can be quite seductive." Dick said, Randall stood beside him, unbuttoning the collar of his shirt while walking, he felt a little stuffy after staying in a crowded place for a long time, and the environment The atmosphere will somewhat affect him.

But Randall, who has never been so lucky in his life, is now brimming with happiness and a little complacent. Dick thinks he looks like a triumphant rooster, "Who asked me to be a policeman?" It’s been longer than yours.” Although he is an outside detective, he is also well-established inside the police station, and he is also a policeman, so there is no problem!

"Exercise more and you will be like me." Randall said, frowning and sticking out his tongue. "But before that, I'll go to the toilet... That juice is so sweet..."

Randall's teeth are not good. When he was a child, he always liked to eat sweets and cakes. Several of them were decayed. After changing his teeth, he couldn't eat sweets because he was very prone to tooth decay. Over time, he got used to it There is no sweet food, and occasionally I will feel a little uncomfortable when I taste something too sweet.

Seeing that his cheeks were flushed, Dick asked in a low voice, "Aren't you drunk?"

Randall glanced at Dick in disbelief, "It's just a glass of juice with less than [-]% alcohol content! My drinking capacity is not so bad." A man who drank vodka with his reliable teachers, even the mere fruit juice looked down on him too much.

"Are you really all right?" Dick asked worriedly.

"God, Grayson, you worry about me more than my mother." Randall complained, "Well, I admit, I'm a little affected, because there are too many drunks here."

He murmured, and walked towards the bathroom first, ready to wash his face to sober up, he had already asked the answer he wanted to know, and there was no need to stay here any longer, the crowded environment of the bar would keep him in the in a state of excitement.

"...I'll change it to something different for you."

"Wow! Cool!!!"

While Randall was washing his hands in the sink, he heard a loud noise coming from the bathroom. This side was far away from the dance floor, and the sounds of bass drums and disc players became distant and hazy, but instead came from an empty room. The sound is clearer.

"Try this again!"

"Brother! You are so cool!!"

One of the voices was older, and the other was younger. Based on Randall's experience, the child was probably only fifteen or sixteen years old.

Could it be that someone is lying to the child?Feeling strange, Randall walked over and stretched out his hand to pull the door open.

Before he could clearly see what was going on inside, a huge group of flames flew past his eyes out of thin air. The burning heat and scorching light made Randall's eyes hurt. He was startled and took a few steps back. His heart started beating violently as if he was frightened, and he crashed into a hug.

"Aren't you hurt?" Dick put his hand lightly on Randall's arm, and leaned him closer to him. The nameless perfume on his body that couldn't be dissipated was wrapped around Randall's nasal cavity again.

"Should...no problem." The young man blinked his eyes, the brightness after the fire was still burning on his retina, he turned his head to look at Dick, then turned back to look in front of him, there were two men standing in the bathroom, one of them One seems to be a mutant, whose mutant ability is to control fire, and he is showing his ability to control fire to the boy next to him. He was the one who created the flame just now.

"What are you looking at, little white face? Get out of here if you don't pee!" The man inside cursed, and a few more fires condensed around him, ready to be launched as if they were about to launch towards them.

"..." Randall pulled the corner of his mouth, raised his hand and closed the door again.He caught a glimpse of himself and Dick's posture from the mirror next to him, and suddenly flinched, and broke free from Dick's arms, as if that hand also had a burning temperature like a flame, trying to burn him.

"There are really more and more mutants recently haha." Randall said awkwardly.

"Yeah," Dick said nothing about his reaction, with a gentle smile still on his face, "Let's go, I'll take you home."