Royce was hesitant and felt so small in such an open place.
He wasn't experienced like others, which was why he came here. To explore things. He saw men flirting, laughing, kissing and grinding against each other on the dance floor. A faint blush rose on his cheeks and he faked a cough, ducking his head to hide his eyes from wandering to any wrong places. Colourful lights were displaying, music blasting loudly throughout the club - which was packed and heated. Royce went to the bar section, not knowing what else to do besides standing there like an idiot.
The bartender checked him out like he was a piece of meat ready to be eaten but Royce ignored his dirty stare. Why was he avoiding him? Wasn't he here for all of this? To taste the thrill of one night stand?
"What would you like, redhead?" The bartender asked with a flirty smile. He had a Scottish accent going on.
Royce scanned the crowd and straightened in his shoulders before answering. "Something strong?"
That was the last thing he remembered.
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