Two Short Tales of the Fey - 2. Aneurin's Luck

Aneurin was an attractive teenager. Some even dared to call him beautiful. He was far too good looking to simply be called handsome. He had inherited his mother’s pale blue eyes and soft features.

One Sunday evening, he was out partying in Cardiff, and he stopped by a new nightclub. He had never noticed this nightclub before. He thought that he had been to all of the clubs in the city, but this one did not seem familiar to him.

After an hour or so, a cute guy asked him to dance. The two of them quickly hit it off and they stayed at the club until midnight.

Aneurin then invited the guy back to his flat, which he shared with two other people. Aneurin and the guy he had pulled at the club spent the rest of the night in his room. The noises issuing forth from his bedroom, left absolutely nothing to the imagination of his flatmates.

The next morning Aneurin awoke to find his “guest” had already left.

The following Sunday he returned to the same nightclub. After an hour or so, a cute guy asked him to dance. The two of them quickly hit it off and they stayed at the club until midnight.

As he had done the previous Sunday, Aneurin invited the guy back to his flat. As had happened the previous Sunday, the noises issuing forth from his bedroom left absolutely nothing to the imagination of his flatmates.

As had happened the previous week, Aneurin’s “guest” had already left by the time he had awoken.

Every Sunday, Aneurin returned to the same nightclub. Every Sunday, he always left with a male companion. Every Sunday, his flatmates were kept awake by the loud noises Aneurin made whilst in the throes of extreme pleasure. Every Monday, his “guest” had already left by the time he had awoken.

This went on for month after month. Finally, one Monday morning over breakfast, Aneurin’s flatmates asked him where on earth he was going every Sunday to always be bringing some cute guy home with him. Aneurin told them about the nightclub he had been frequenting for the past year and a half.

In spite of visiting that nightclub Sunday after Sunday, for months after that morning at breakfast, Aneurin never ever left there with another guy again.