Hawthorn Coleman 🌿 Briar Moss (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} greenmagic) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} thereincarnates,@ 2018-05-26 00:07:00 |
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What: They're both looking for a little distraction.
Where: Happy Endings, in Chicago
When: Friday, May 25; evening
Warnings: Mild sexual content, anything else TBD
There wasn't any real reason that Thorn couldn't have gone to a place in Detroit if he wanted to watch pretty people dancing. There were plenty of strip joints around; there were even plenty his old gang hung around at if he wanted to make sure he was on friendly territory. He'd have gotten discounts there, and Thorn wasn't far enough away from being broke and relying on his gang to keep him up and going that he could turn down something like a discount. Thorn knew some of the girls in those places, even, had slept with a few of them before and had grown up running around in the streets with others. Detroit would have suited him just fine. Did suit him just fine most nights as long as he wasn't in the mood for something specific that he wasn't going to get in Detroit.
There were two reasons that Thorn had gone as far away as Chicago to get his rocks off. First was the place itself. He'd never been inside a place that was reincarnates only before. It'd always seemed kind of skeevy, like he was saying that he agreed with the people who thought that reincarnates ought to be separate from everyone else. Thorn had tried to stay away from politics, even and especially reincarnate politics, but he knew enough to know that those were the kinds of people that he didn't want to hook himself up with. That didn't keep him from being curious about it though, about a place where you didn't have to worry about assholes figuring out that you were a reincarnate when you got drunk and started talking to dandelions growing through the cracks in the pavement in an alley behind the club. Once, he'd told himself. He'd try it once and if it was weird nothing said that he ever had to go back again... not to the place, not even to the city.
The second reason was that Thorn hadn't been with a dude in ages and, even though he wasn't technically in the closet, that wasn't the kind of thing that he did on his home turf. It was one thing for the guys to know that he liked guys sometimes and completely another for someone to see him in the middle of liking a guy and decide that they didn't want to do business with him anymore. If Thorn wanted strong arms and a flat chest he had to get out of the city to find it. Chicago was just far enough and the reviews for Happy Endings had mentioned guy dancers along with the girl ones.
Maybe nothing would come out of any of it but at least Thorn could openly admire the guy dancing on the stage in front of him in shorts that barely left anything to the imagination.
Thorn hadn't really bothered dressing up for the occasion. His t-shirt was a material so soft that it clung to the lines of his chest, with a neckline stretched out enough to show a little collarbone. The painted on jeans weren't something he would have worn back home though. Didn't fit his usual crowd. He had a wad of cash in hand, all singles but hopefully enough to entice the pretty redhead up there on the stage to come dance a little closer to him. What could he say? He'd been on a redhead kick lately and he was looking to maybe continue it for one more night.