The Shadow Lounge
The Shadow Lounge - Open to anyone.
Who : Kevin Montague and __________.
Where : The Shadow Lounge - A renowned gay club in Soho, open to both members and none members.
When : Around 1 am.
Rating : PG for mention of naked bodies and questionable behaviour so far. Oh and teh gay.
Summary : Let's wait and see, shall we?
Edit: Now rated NC-17. Weeeeeeeeeee! XDD
The beat pounded outside, inside his body, taking him over completely and making it impossible to comprehend any other impressions but the throbbing, mindshattering pulse of the heavy bass. He was standing in the middle of the dance floor, a long, slender highball glass containing what was left of his Diablo in his hand. The liquid was rolling in time with his movements, the clear, red alcohol turning green and blue as the lights from above hit the glass and streamed through it.
The Shadow Lounge was busy, even in the middle of the week. The dance floor was filled with sweating, male bodies, some of them half naked, grinding, twirling, shaking in time to the music. He himself was of course dressed to the nines in Prada, a pair of black, tight fitting pants, a black shirt with five stripes of black sequins running down the length of his chest on each side of the placket and a black belt with a silver belt buckle. He also carried a ring on his right hand, made of silver with three stripes of blackest onyx cutting through its face diagonally.
The music changed and so did his mood. He eyed a dark haired server walking along the outside of the dance floor, clad only in a pair of leopard print underwear. Smirking, he downed what was left in his glass. Definitely a possibility for later.
He spun around and placed the empty glass on one of the tables pressed up against the wall of the dance floor and walked up to the bar, with a sly smile on his face. Time to play.
Who : Kevin Montague and __________.
Where : The Shadow Lounge - A renowned gay club in Soho, open to both members and none members.
When : Around 1 am.
Rating : PG for mention of naked bodies and questionable behaviour so far. Oh and teh gay.
Summary : Let's wait and see, shall we?
Edit: Now rated NC-17. Weeeeeeeeeee! XDD
The beat pounded outside, inside his body, taking him over completely and making it impossible to comprehend any other impressions but the throbbing, mindshattering pulse of the heavy bass. He was standing in the middle of the dance floor, a long, slender highball glass containing what was left of his Diablo in his hand. The liquid was rolling in time with his movements, the clear, red alcohol turning green and blue as the lights from above hit the glass and streamed through it.
The Shadow Lounge was busy, even in the middle of the week. The dance floor was filled with sweating, male bodies, some of them half naked, grinding, twirling, shaking in time to the music. He himself was of course dressed to the nines in Prada, a pair of black, tight fitting pants, a black shirt with five stripes of black sequins running down the length of his chest on each side of the placket and a black belt with a silver belt buckle. He also carried a ring on his right hand, made of silver with three stripes of blackest onyx cutting through its face diagonally.
The music changed and so did his mood. He eyed a dark haired server walking along the outside of the dance floor, clad only in a pair of leopard print underwear. Smirking, he downed what was left in his glass. Definitely a possibility for later.
He spun around and placed the empty glass on one of the tables pressed up against the wall of the dance floor and walked up to the bar, with a sly smile on his face. Time to play.