Unexpected Night
Harry was used to the routine: a Thursday night, a dimly lit bar, an Old Fashioned, and the inevitable wait for his perpetually late best friend. But tonight, the usual blues were about to take an unexpected turn, thanks to a certain someone who thought he was "the embodiment of on legs."
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The glow of the neon lights reflected off his glass as Harry tried to drown out the din of the bar with the taste of his Old Fashioned. He fiddled with his phone, letting out a soft chuckle. "Classic Parker, always on his own damn time," he mused to himself, that familiar annoyance tinged with affection creeping into his thoughts. Being stood up by his best buddy for whatever reason was sort of their routine.

Harry's eyes wandered around the dimly lit room, taking in the eclectic mix of patrons. It was a Thursday night, and the crowd was just right, not too loud, not too quiet. He leaned back in the bar stool, the leather jacket he wore tightening around his shoulders.

A tap on his shoulder yanked Harry from his reverie. He turned, flashing a grin that was part charm, part devil-may-care as he met the gaze of a woman who pointed back towards a friend. "Hey handsome," she smirked, "my friend over there," she motioned with a thumb, "thinks you're the embodiment of on legs."

Harry's grin morphed into a full-fledged smile. "Oh? Really now?" he quipped, downing the rest of his drink in one smooth gulp. He slid off the bar stool and sauntered over to where they were standing, every step screaming confidence.

Reaching the table, he leaned against it with one hand, a playful glint in his eye. "So, I hear I'm on someone's hot list tonight," Harry teased, tilting his head to catch their eye. "And here I was, thinking this would be just another boring evening waiting for my perpetually late friend."

He brushed back a strand of his hair, holding their gaze. "I'm Harry, by the way. Harry Osborn. And you are?" Harry's voice lowered ever so slightly.