RP: Terry, Kevin and Michael go clubbing. Who: Terry, Kevin and Michael. What: The boys at a gay Muggle's club. Where: SODO London. When: June 20th, late night. Rating: A bit techy? PG-13 for now? Open/Closed: Closed.
Michael normally had a soft spot for Muggle music, but this song was rubbish! It was easy to move to but the lyrics were repetitive and made absolutely no sense whatsoever. Muggle clubs could take a cue from great dance music from his world, Michael decided, if this was the standard playlist. Bathed in a gawdy neon green light that kept sweeping over him and bleeding out his features, Michael watched the gyrating bodies around him. They were, of course, beautiful. Exquisite creatures lost in a wave of music, sweat and each other. They could be so free here. Michael thought them akin to a swarm of glowing moths, each drawn to the glowing bottom of another.
Bad analogy, Michael winced at the idea and sipped his drink. His eyes didn't leave the bodies that were crammed onto the dance floor and among them had to be Terry. Well, unless he'd ventured off for a nice snog with some pretty Londoner. In a way Michael was quite pleased if Terry got that. It'd be mission accomplished. In another way, he was a bit jealous. A tiny, teeny seed of jealousy meaning if it somehow worked out, that yet again he'd have to share Terry with another mate. Sharing him with Kev and Anthony, oh no problem. But...
Michael smiled at the boy who had been shyly trying to catch his eye all evening. He was very pretty. Blond, thin except for what was surely described by most gay men as "an arse you could bounce a knut off of." Michael could appreciate a nice arse, male or female. Terry's better watch out in a place like this... Michael didn't want to tease the boy as he sipped his drink again. He hoped it would just stay an across the room eyefuck because Michael would hate to tell him the truth.
Michael turned around, leaning his elbows onto the bar. He consciously didn't tuck his tailbone out to make his bum more obvious, but a lean was a lean. He smiled at the bartender who said nothing to him but freshened his drink. Hopefully Terry was having a good time. If he didn't see Terry in a bit, he'd wade in and do a little dancing. Dancing he could do too.
Then there was Kevin. Michael's thoughts drifted back to their other mate who had chosen to join them that night. No sign of him either. Michael downed half his drink and felt it burn and tense his throat all the way down. He was probably kidnapped at this point, Michael theorized. There was a bachelorette group somewhere around here. Did they kidnap him? Was he drinking champagne out of a shoe right now? Michael chuckled at the idea, glancing sidelong in the direction of that boy. He wasn't there. Michael felt oddly empty at that. Here he was in the middle of a gay club with his two best mates... and his own love life wasn't going anywhere.