Matteo Vasiliev (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} cluster7) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} deadofnightplot, |
Matteo liked places like these. Places where people were truly free and let go of their inhibitions. He hadn't known that in so long-he lost one Reigner only to have another. The first one had been...sheltering. But now this one completely ignored Matteo. Ronnie seemed to have no interest in him whatsoever even when he tried to talk to her. He told her he was going out tonight. He didn't know if she heard him or not but it didn't stop him.
He roamed Boston for a while, hands in his pockets, head down. He didn't want to be recognized. When he made it to the club, everyone seemed too lost in the moment to worry about who was really who. The bass of the music moved through his entire body and he watched in awe at the shining lights. A few past owners? Clients?-had taken him to places like this, but he was never allowed to just enjoy himself. Now for the first time he went out on the floor of his own free will. Before he even worked up the nerve to dance someone pulled his hands and pressed their body against his, and soon he was as caught up as everyone else.
He finally grew bold enough to approach someone on his own. A writhe figure in tight jeans with long dark hair. He was male, but beautifully androgynous, moreso than Matteo himself. He moved close and greeted him with a smile before he cautious slid his hands around his hips and attempted to follow his rhythm. Matteo wasn't the best dancer.