The Siren's Sleeping Beauty [Comprehensive British and American]

It was almost one o'clock in the morning, and there were more people in the bar.The incandescent lamps had been turned off a long time ago, only the dim lights that seemed to be extinguished at any time were on.The atmosphere slipped to the atmosphere that a normal bar should have.

The smoke was lingering, and the steaming dark blue smoke permeated the whole bar. Angus had already put on a mask.

From this, it can be seen that David, who holds multiple jobs, is really very dedicated compared to the two people and one fish who are family chatterers in the FO department.

"Hey hey hey——" The hoarse and magnetic male voice through the microphone was transmitted to every corner through the loudspeaker.

Angus squinted at David who didn't know when he ran to the stage.

"Today is a special day, a happy day for my Arnold return!"

Men feel different on stage and off stage, as if they are more... reckless.

"Everyone present, the next round of wine is all on my head!" He opened his mouth and announced loudly.

Bucky reflexively blew a loud whistle and booed.

There are not a few people who do this.

Angus turned his head to look at Bucky's mouth.

The whistle turned into a playful arc, and Bucky smiled half-smile: "Why, kids want to learn too? Ask your father, Steve, if he is willing?" He said, and looked at Steve teasingly.

"...Bucky..." Steve put his hand on his forehead.

Bucky used to be more detached, but he always feels that he has been extra bear recently.

Pouting, a clear whistle sounded.

Among the many rogue whistles, it is like a light flute sound, refreshing and refreshing, so fresh and refined that people cannot ignore it.

Steve raised his hand and put on Angus' hat: "Go back and teach you."

"Wow, let me introduce you. My little boss, isn't he cute~" The man held the microphone and rushed towards Angus, not thinking that the matter was bigger.

It's a pity that he is not at the lighting console, otherwise he might be able to shoot a beam of chasing light over there.

Steve looked at the scorching sights cast from many directions, and there was no shortage of surprises.

... What is the use of this hat buttoned.

"Little boss, give me a discount on tonight's wine~" The man continued to cue indifferently.

"Don't fight." Angus turned his head indifferently, completely unmoved.

"Hiss, it's really ruthless." David smiled.

"Okay, okay, I'm the main character tonight. Come on, let's get high—!" He put on his earphones and stood behind the DJ booth.

One hand deftly pushed up a key high and high, and the crisp and slick scale passed over the human ear, causing a sour feeling of goosebumps.

With a warm-up, he opened his mouth slightly, raised one hand high, made a classic rock gesture, and said loudly: "Are you ready for the carnival—!?"

"3—2—1—"

When the music starts, the music with high-energy output suddenly bursts out, as if hitting the soul directly, pulling out those crazy parts abruptly, shaking, and shouting for indulgence.

The atmosphere instantly transpired to the peak.

There was a lot of people's voices, and the music was so loud that the ground was shaking slightly, but it was not very clear.

Many people began to pat the table in response, and more and more people slid onto the dance floor.

Steve came around from the small backstage office and put Angus on a headset.When passing by an electronic equipment store today, Steve, who has gradually become rich, bought Angus a pair of expensive black noise-canceling headphones.

Put it on Angus, who was covering his head with a hat, and after making sure that Angus felt better, he looked at the stage and the dance floor.

He wondered if he was really old, people are so lively now.

And another person who should have been old——Bucky had already jumped into the dance floor and was skating in it like a fish, and soon found a beautiful young lady to play 'Twister'.

"If you think it's noisy, we can go out." Steve didn't know how David easily brought up this atmosphere. Apart from the noise, everyone seemed to be quite happy.

He turned his head to Angus and said.

Angus was staring straight at the stage, not noticing what Steve was saying.

Steve...seems really expensive for a reason.

but……

Steve looked at Angus, with a dark gray mask and a wide David hat that was buttoned to his forehead, revealing only a pair of dark blue eyes.The big black earphones buckled on the hat, and the curly hair in the hat.

Angus looks...cool.

Steve felt that the words that came out of his mind were really getting younger and younger recently.

Staring at the small patch of skin exposed under the shadow of the brim of his hat, Steve stared blankly for a moment.

The skin is very tender, fair but not prone to redness or other colors.

The shape of the lips inside the mask is not plump in traditional aesthetics, but thin but beautiful.

It is generally light in color and not heavy in blood.

His chin is also small, I don't know if he is under the age, and there is no trace of stubble.

Angus turned his head to look at Steve who was staring at him in a daze for some reason, raised his face slightly, opened his mask and opened and closed his mouth.

Steve didn't hear anything and froze.No matter how violently he imagined in his mind to face the already familiar beauty, he still felt uncomfortable.

Inexplicably swallowing his saliva, coughing, he looked away: "Eh...you said, what did you say?"

Angus pursed his lips, stared at his side face, moved his eyes slightly down, and looked at his Adam's apple that rolled up and down several times: "...Steve, are you thirsty?"

Angus's voice has always been quiet, but it is very penetrating, even if the surrounding noise is very loud, Steve can still hear it clearly.

Steve raised his hand to rub his face, took a few deep breaths, and still felt a little stuffy.Slightly unbuttoning a few shirts, he couldn't sit still, so he just got up and walked into the bar: "Maybe..."

"I'm going to drink something cold."

"What do you want?"

Angus shook his head.

"OK." Some couldn't look Angus directly in the eyes, Steve turned his back to him.

The movements are inevitably a bit blunt and awkward.

Angus groaned and tilted his head.

He followed Steve around for a while, then turned his head to look at Bucky who was holding a woman in his arms and dancing close to each other on the dance floor, and then looked at David on the stage.

Steve held the freezer door with his hands, and the cold air from inside made him feel more comfortable.After blowing for a while, he exhaled slightly, and his tense mood relaxed a little.

He lowered his head and frowned faintly, he couldn't figure out what happened just now.

He raised his hand to take a can of beer, and when he turned around, he saw Angus standing behind him at some point.

Subconsciously took half a step back, his body bumped into the refrigerator, and he suddenly turned around to support the refrigerator. He coughed dryly: "...An, Angus?"

This was the first time he had stuttered tonight.

He snapped open the beer can and took a long gulp.

Cool.

Angus raised his chin slightly and looked straight at him.

"...what's the matter?" Steve drank a few more uncontrollably, and squeezed the jar in his hand.

"You are hot—" Angus put his hands behind his back and took two steps back.

Steve...

"Yes, I'm a little hot now." Steve drank the can, crushed the pitcher and threw it away, "...Maybe there are too many people, too much carbon dioxide, and the air conditioner is not turned on enough."

After muttering a few meaningless words, Steve rubbed his temple.

The music in his ears poured into his head, making him a little dry.

Angus turned his head and looked at Steve: "Really?"

"Do you want to go out to get some fresh air?" Steve felt that he couldn't stay here any longer, and stretched out his hand to grab Angus' wrist.

Without waiting for his answer, he walked straight to the door.

When Angus went out, he turned his head and glanced at David on the stage. He was wearing earphones, smiling broadly, and his eyes were a little far away, so he couldn't see clearly in the dim light.

"Eon—let's have a carnival!" David picked up the wine glass set aside with one hand and held it up high.

"Oh—" A bunch of people below were very supportive.

There are also quite a few people who directly smashed the cup to the ground under excitement.

Obscurity continues to heat up.

After leaving the bar, the outside is very depressed late at night.

Steve breathed in a mouthful of not-so-fresh air, and exhaled another mouthful of stale air, feeling dizzy.

Angus blinked his eyes thoughtfully.

Steve, who was studying what was going on with him, felt a chill on the side of his face, and a pair of cool hands pressed against his face.

Steve looked straight at Angus, who was standing in front of him, with his hands up to cover his face.Slightly leaning against the back wall, the music radiated muffledly through the wall, and he raised his hand to hold Angus' wrist.

Tried to say something, then forgot.

It wasn't until Angus frowned and twisted his arm uncomfortably that Steve released the hand holding his wrist as if he had just woken up from a dream.

"Sorry, did I hurt you?" Steve dragged his hand down, pulled his sleeves to check, and found no bruises.

"You are too hot."

"...Really?" Steve smiled inexplicably.

But he held the fish's hand in his hand, and he could feel the huge difference in body temperature between the two of them as soon as he reminded him.

"Your body temperature has always been quite low." Steve let go of his hand, then shook his forearm, and the temperature in his palm was indeed a little high.

"No, you are hot." Angus frowned and emphasized.

Steve... he's really starting to suspect that Angus is calling him sexy.

"...OK." But that was impossible.

Steve raised his hand and scratched his chin, "But we are warm-blooded animals, so...it's inevitable."

Angus... the bloody understanding.

"I mean, you're too hot." Angus was silent for a while, then spoke again word by word.

If he can't understand anymore, he's going to beat someone up.

"...wh..." Steve was about to ask Angus what he meant, but looking at his slightly narrowed eyes, he knew it was definitely not what he thought.

He hesitated for a while, then stood up straight: "You mean my body temperature is not normal now?"

"Temperature?" Angus repeated.

"It's cold..." Pointing to Angus, Steve raised his hand and turned to himself, "hot..."

...he was definitely pointing at himself and saying hot for the first time.

"You should be warm, but now you are hot." Angus rolled his eyes.

Steve reached up and touched his forehead, then realized he couldn't tell if he had a fever.

But since Angus said so, it should be that his body temperature is indeed abnormal.

No wonder, I always feel that my thinking is a little heavy, and my breathing is uncontrollably heavy.

...But it is impossible for me to have a fever... When did the super soldier serum become so weak?

"Everyoneishot." Angus said.

Steve looked up at him: "What?"

"Bucky, human...all." Angus added.

Steve paused, his heavy mind didn't know whether it was because he was awake after breathing the outside air for a while or something, it became a little bit clearer.

He turned, and immediately turned back into the bar.

"Bucky, Bucky—" squeezed into the crazy crowd, Steve reached out and grabbed Bucky, shouting loudly.

"Steve?" Bucky turned around, "What are you doing!?"

Steve smiled apologetically at the girl Bucky was dancing with, and was about to drag Bucky away: "There's something wrong here."

Bucky opened his hand and grabbed it back: "Come and play together—!"

It was only then that Steve noticed Bucky's dilated pupils, and the girl opposite him who was already smiling a little...abnormally.

"Bucky, wake up." Steve shook Bucky and shouted.

"Let's play together..." Bucky tugged Steve to squeeze into the crowd.

Soon more people were trying to squeeze together.

Steve broke free several hands, but couldn't hold back more hands stretched out, he didn't dare to really struggle, he was a little passive for a while.

As he stayed longer, the surrounding voices became louder and louder, and he felt dizzy again.

It can't go on like this.

Steve pinched himself, raised his hand and knocked Bucky unconscious, and supported the fallen man: "Sorry..."

Pulling people out of the crowded dance floor, Steve told Angus, who had always been sober, to take care of him, and went to the stage.

Angus supported Bucky, smelled the smell of alcohol on him, and threw him aside in displeasure.

Thinking of Steve's exhortation, he raised his foot and kicked the unconscious man muttering to the wall.

"Hey hey-" David, who was having fun, stopped Steve, who wanted to grab the microphone, "What do you want to do!?"

"Something is wrong, I have to evacuate the crowd." Steve frowned tightly.

"Hahaha, what are you thinking—" David smiled, "It's just that everyone is having fun."

Steve still doesn't feel right: "No, there's definitely something wrong."

David stepped forward, grabbed the microphone, and laughed.

"Oh, boy-boy-boy-you just don't know how to enjoy yourself, do you?"

He raised his finger and poked Steve's shoulder hard, grinning presumptuously.

Steve looked at his slightly red eyes, his expression changed: "It's you."

David bared his teeth, showing his sharp canines: "Bingo——!"

He smiled happily, and pressed his hands on the keys of the DJ booth beside him: "I am just a simple person who likes music!"

"I just want to sing! I just want to make everyone happy!" He pushed up the scale suddenly, and Steve, who was close to him, only felt his heart beating hard a few times, causing dull pain.

"Am I wrong!? Am I wrong!!?" David suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Steve's chin, who was panting with his head down, forcing him to look up.

"I'm not wrong." He leaned close to his ear and whispered, "My music can make people intoxicated, more addictive than the top drugs, no one can refuse."

"nobody."

Steve jumped up violently, clenched his fist and waved it over.

David dodged nimbly, and put his hand on the mixer: "You...be careful."

"If one of my hands shakes, I don't know how many people present will die from overexcitement."

Steve's face sank suddenly following his teasing words.

The author has something to say: the serious plot suddenly started [drinking tea]

Well, it’s actually not too serious [Continue to drink tea]

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I feel that I have a sense of stability in my skin, humor in the stability, and a trace of humor in the... literary [vomit]

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I recently fell in love with a short play called 'Good Omens', yes... that's the translated name of such a ghost.

English'goodomens', devils and angels are so delicious that I am rolling all over the floor, go and see, go and see wow +A+

Maybe I will write it into the text, hahahahahaha

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