Psycho

Daniel needed to get away from everything, needed to have a nice drink. A nice Firewhiskey would make everything better. He'd been receiving letters lately from someone he knew in the past. Some one with freckles and ginger hair. Someone called Simon Borgini. Simon had been stalking Daniel and every move he made was watched. It was just like the time he had a fixation on his brother Frank, something that ended when Simon finally met that younger Cethin brother that he could lust upon. He twirled a lock of his tousled red hair, savoring the silky feeling and wondering why Daniel never wanted it. He was a desirable boy, innocent and cute to the point of being sexy in a cute and innocent way, even though he was a good six months older than Daniel.

Simon watched his potential prize drinking a Firewhiskey, hoping that he'd soon be smashed enough to not care who he slept with. He was watching outside the pub, looking into the window and slowly ogling the charcoal-haired boy from top to bottom. Especially the boy's bottom. He was nearly caught by several passers by; they'd stared at him funny and went about their business. He'd also developed suspicious wet stains on his clothing, sweat, from standing there so long.