Pretty Boy

In Heart Stopping Waves Of Hurt

High Ground is the only established gay club in our town. Even though the expanse of gay folks in our small country is average, the club never fails to reach its maximum fullness. Fair nights mostly comes to its depths every monday. For others, they just consider this a hangout place, but for some, it's where they get to express themselves. Our town is liberal as it is, and even if there are opposed people out there, they often just keep it quiet.
I also mainly go here every now and then, to let myself loose and ease my wasted temptation. Because, I truly need to go to a place where I get to express every emotion that I feel.
Hookups are mostly my prime focus too. I haven't failed at pulling a boy into my bed every time I go to the club, so at least I got something to ease distraction for my feelings.
I mean.....I definitely wouldn't try to make myself suffer more by not getting laid at least once or twice. And since I'm pretty sure Hogan wouldn't be keen on hooking up with me anyway.

Continuing on my steps, I walk straight to its passage and is blocked by the sight of a man holding off the entry way.

"I need to see your I.D, young man." He says with pure business in his tone, even though I'm pretty sure he probably only works at retail.

Grabbing the I.D I have from my pocket, I pass it to the man and let him examine it.

Despite its obvious fakeness, he seems intrigued with the legality of my supposed I.D. "Good enough for me." He says, briefly encouraging the idea of my maturity.

Trying to hold off my laugh, I thank him and walk pass his authority. Proceeding inside of the club, I was immediately delighted with the sight of mere people dancing and grinding on each other. With loud music booming against the speakers, I saw various people taking pumps as they step onto the dance floor.
Gays and lesbians everywhere. People in drag, swaying to the music. Rainbow objects blooming colors in every corner. Guys in croptops and girls in piercings, reeling their way into the beaming crowd. The sight delivered instant awe, rattling within my eyes that keeps getting bigger and bigger.

As I continue on my way, I try to avoid the urge to get blasted by participating while stepping onto the glimpse of a dancefloor that is filling over my path.

Heading to the bar on the far corner of the club, I take a seat while a common bartender steps into my overlook and gives me a flashing smile.

"Serge.....seems like you finally fixed your furrowed cut, yeah?" He says, taking notice of my not-so-short but newly groomed hair. "What drink can I get for you tonight?"

"Is that really a question, Riel? Even if you keep asking me a million times, you know I will only order my usual bloody mary" I reply, trying to continue the ease of our conversation.

"Then perhaps you should keep your certainty, so I can easily know what you like." He counters with a wink and storms off into the back to make my drink.

Riel is probably one of the few friends I have in our town. He's 19 and only got his job at the bar a few months ago. We aren't really that close as I am with Hogan, but I still consider him as a friend with how much he comforts me.

I probably wouldn't even be close to him now if he hadn't turned down my dread of hooking up. which I've been pining on him in weeks since we met.
He's a cute guy, and hell, I could definitely see myself crushing on him. But as his words insist, "Me and him are not going to work because he thinks he wouldn't survive a week dealing with my personality."

"Here's your bloody mary, pretty boy" Riel says, placing the glass along the tint of the bar's table counter.

"That's probably the only time you complimented me. And as for being pretty? I guess you finally got your degree from humble university." I answer, adding humour to his vanity, and gave a knowing sip of my drink.