Concept: A bar/club/smth with a rack of coloured wristbands that say: "I'm looking for..." followed by things such as: "girls", "boys", "anyone", "no one", "friends", etc. Each 'looking for' is a different colour-code:

Girls: Mauve

Boys: Cobalt

Anyone: Rust

No One: Storm Gray

Friends: Garnet

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I glanced around the Syz, watching the wristbands everyone wore. My own was a cobalt, announcing that I was looking for guys. Dan stood next to me, their wristband coloured mauve, indicating they were looking for girls. I saw a lot of greys and dark reds, and the only blues I saw were on girls. I didn't see many oranges, either, which surprised me.

Glancing up, I caught sight of one of the most beautiful men I'd seen in my life. I felt my heart rate jump as I watched him, eyes sliding over his toned form, drinking in his crimson eyes and violet hair before settling on the rubber encircling his right wrist. Mauve. I sighed softly, looking away. Dan took notice, looking up at me before watching my gaze turn back to the other man, their gaze following mine. They hummed, smirking softly, walking towards him.

"Dan-!" They tossed a smirk over their shoulder at me, nudging the guy. He turned to them, and I watched the two exchange words before Dan pointed one hand at me. The guy looked up, catching my gaze with his mesmerizing scarlet gaze. Dan sidled back over to me, hazel eyes glimmering with mirth as they watched me.

"His name is Dylin Baker, y'know?" I nodded faintly, not taking my gaze off him. He smirked softly, keeping eye contact while he reached for his wrist, pulling the rubber off and setting it on the table, grabbing a blue one and sliding it on. Dan whistled lowly.

"Ain't no better way to say, 'you make me a gay mess' than that." Dylin made his way through the crowd to me, and I noticed Dan walking away from me. With that, I was left alone with an extremely hot stranger in a crowded room. I clutched my Shirley Temple glass, watching as he stepped closer. He stopped in front of me and I noticed he stood about an inch shorter than me and his eyes were so much more hypnotic up close. He smiled and I melted. Perfect teeth, sharp canines, violet hair, and crimson eyes. He was beautiful.

"You Scott?" And his voice. Baritone, with a graceful lilt as he asked the question. Faint accent, maybe southern. He smiled, flashing those perfect canines again, and I felt like Cecil in the first episode of Welcome to Night Vale. Helpless. "I've been told I can render people speechless, but this is new." I shook myself from my trance, smiling at him.

"Yes, I'm Scott. Scott Dun." I held out my hand, and he shook it firmly. His hands are warm. My face was flushed as I stared at him, taking in every little detail. Freckles dotted his nose and cheekbones, barely noticeable against his tanned skin.

"What say we get outta here? Go to the coffeeshop up the street?" I glanced around, looking for Dan. I found them standing in the corner with another person, and turned back to Dylin.

"I'd like that. Just let me text Dan to tell them I'm leaving." He nodded, letting me do so before holding out his arm in a gentlemanly fashion.

"Let's go, yeah?" I nodded, threading my arm through his, following him out to a classic car, custom painted purple.

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Song: Helpless from Hamilton

I am on a roll. Four oneshots in two days? Damn

Love always,

Immortal-trash389