You step through door number eleven and into a bustling pub of some sorts.
You look around and notice that literally everyone that seemed to be there was drunk, totally and utterly plastered.
“What the…” you mutter as you make your way around the drunk men on the floor and the horrid singers on the tables, all you were looking for was one sober person in this place.
You finally made it to the bar and signaled to the bartender for some help, “Um, sir? Can I get some help please?” you inquired to the turned back.
The man turned around and you were somewhat shocked at his incredibly handsome features, from his emerald eyes to his bright red hair.
“Aye lass, what seems to be the trouble?” he spoke in an accent that made you shiver, he was indeed an all-around hunk on all levels.
“Well I have no idea where I am, could you tell me” you asked as you looked away from his intense gaze and devilish lips.
“Well lass, it seems ye ended up in Scotland, in my bar” he chuckled as he cleaned the counter never once loosing eye contact with you.
“Well what are your name lass?” he asked as he leaned to you across the counter, you blushed and looked to the side before looking back at him and answering.
“My name is _______, it’s nice you meet you..” “Allistor” he finished “And the pleasure is all mine” he said with a heart stopping smirk as he leaned closer to you, probably looking you a blush again.
You smiled coyly and looked away as he laughed and turned to push a drunken man’s face off his bar before cleaning that spot too.
“Well _____, do you have a place to stay?” he asked you as he cleaned the bar once again, you shook your head and said “No”
His face grew a smirk and he lit up a cigarette and taking a big drag from it before turning to you and saying, “Well I guess you’re coming home with me then lass”
Your heart did backflips at the thought of going to this handsome stranger’s house, alone, unprotected, and in a country you knew nothing about but something inside you felt actually excited by it.
He smirked and turned to tend to the customers, taking your panicked silence as a yes.
It was in the early hours of the morning when the bar finally vacated and you were exhausted.
Allistor had taken you to the back room for you to rest and it seems you had drifted off into slumber waiting for the Scotsman to close the bar.
You were in those stages between slumber and consciousness when you felt warmth beside you, not daring to open your eyes you felt a strong pair of hands roam your curves very softly followed by a breathy chuckle.
Allistor had caught you sleeping and decided to assess your form, his hands lifted you a bit before your back was against his strong chest and his hands had free roam.
You kept your eyes closed as you felt his mouth caress your neck in a tender gesture that soon turned into a searing touch as he bit into your shoulder, not enough to hurt, but just enough to be aware of his dominance.
Your eyes snapped open as you cried out clinging to him, his arms sealed themselves around you keeping you trapped as he began to bit everywhere on your neck, helpless to do anything but squeal you just laid back upon him.
“Lass I’m gonna take you home, but we aren’t going to sleep anytime soon” he growled huskily as he hauled you up and into the morning darkness.