Cold Town Madness

Oh, The Nights In Austin

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural

Castiel Novak wasn't the biggest fan of nightlife.

He was more of a simple man who enjoyed having a night in with his closest friends, or a dinner at a 25 dollar meal restaurant, nothing more.

After coming out as gay, our cheap man found himself jobless and broke - apparently, cafés didn't like when gay men served coffee - and felt depression come near him.

There wasn't much he could do, other than follow in the footsteps of his best friend, Meg, who had moved to Austin a few years prior.

She made sure to inform Castiel of a nice job opportunity which would have paid him very well, which consisted in working for a famous magazine.

Cas had always loved writing, therefore making it his job would have been a very great experience.

There was one inconvenience, however - the magazine was about nightlife.
He didn't want to mind, though.

If he could score the job of his dreams, it didn't matter that he had to write about what young adults did when the sun went down.

The only thing he needed to do was send his resumé to the company and then go in for an interview with the CEO himself, if he were to be, in some way, captivated by his document.

In the days that he waited for the employer to call him back, Castiel, who was crashing at Meg's place, decided that getting a taste of the nightlife would help his writing skills, even if he didn't love it.

His motto, when it came to writing, had always been "live it, then tell it" and there was no better way to live up to it than to make a trip to one of the most glamorous clubs that Austin had to offer.

So, on the first Friday night that he'd been in the metropolis, Castiel made his entrance into the famous club. Courtesy of his best friend, who was his chaperone for the adventure.

Meg, who had been living there long enough to know the habits of her fellow Austinites, didn't understand why those night clubs had a dress code, given that it wasn't unusual for drinks or other fluids to end up staining the elegant clothes.

Her friend had to sacrifice his favorite trenchcoat for the night and opt for a fancier outfit - a shirt and a tie -which he, also, had trouble understanding.

"Not only is this the most prestigious club in all of Austin," yelled Meg through the loud music, once they were both inside the discotheque. "But it's also gay friendly!"

That it was, at least from what the surroundings suggested.

There were women dancing with other women, men grinding up against other men, other than making out next to a champagne fountain.

Castiel looked around to see a show that he wasn't really fond of. It seemed like every client of that disco lost their inhibitions, whenever they were on the dancefloor.

"What am I supposed to do, dance?" he asked, not really knowing what to do there. He was awkwardly standing there, rigid as a column.

His best friend gave a giggle. "Of course, Cas! You want to know what you'll be writing about for the new job, right? So, come on, show your girl your best moves!"

"I think I need a drink first." said Castiel, regretting his choice to get out of the house.

Getting a little tipsy was the only thing that made him even remotely enjoy a night out in a place like that. He wondered how people could have fun at similar events.

Just like you would see in movies, there was a dapper-looking man walking with a tray in his hand, which contained two fruity cocktails.

Cas decided he would need them both. He tried to grab some money to pay for the beverages, but the waiter stopped him.