Monday - September 29th, 2008
Who: Will and James Where: A Club in Boston When: Evening of Monday What: James asked to be taken to a place Will used to frequent. He gets his wish. Rating: No idea.
The be all and end all of their conversation had been James wanted to get to know the man Will used to be. Despite making an effort to change everything about himself it appeared that Will still had the occasional lapse, now James wanted to understand it. Against the angel's better judgement he had agreed, and now he found himself leading his hot new husband to the backstreets of Boston. A little research had been needed but not much - when you knew how to find the scent of a place results came pretty quickly.
The club was situated downstairs in the heart of the basement. Walking along the red velvet carpet which almost smothered the floor, Will kept hold of James’ hand as he headed towards the decorated archway that lead to the staircase. People glanced as the two walked past. Most could sense the angelic qualities of Will, the others would be sniffing out the new blood that had just entered their territory. Will was used to such scoping, and everyone would be able to tell he was a veteran in the way his whole appearance screamed ‘Don’t give a fuck’.
In the underbelly of the building the atmosphere was more electric, intensified from the foyer by the sheer amount of alcohol, blood and other drugs being served. For William it would have been a feast, and to a degree he still felt the internal rush but it was much more muted. Since the episode with his parents his mutated powers had ebbed. Now he was much more the angel he had been intended to be – despite his continuous efforts not to fall into that existence. He had healed James’ hand, healed other things. His abilities were shifting. Somehow it seemed okay, but... the part of him that had lay dormant for the last year was awakening quickly at the familiar setting he now found himself in.
The decor was distinctly black, with flashes of silver and gold embellishing the walls and various engravings which set the style of an old mansion in all its degraded yet illustrious prime. The club was, in essence, a darkly gothic luxury. In the corner of the club there were dolls being drained by hungry vampires. At the bar creatures from every walk in life waited to be served their beverage (whatever that might be) from any of the strangely dressed yet still erotic bartenders serving. The DJ was hidden near the dark curtains of the corner, yet still elevated above the sea of writhing bodies which was essentially the dance floor. Ambiguous beings seduced each other in the shadows. Old friends got re-acquainted. There were no bright colours here. That would bring more notice to them on the outside. Here they were all dark, mysterious... Will more than most, as he was wearing much more layers than the others. It drew more attention to him, just what he liked, and he felt his ego swelling as he brought James down into the thick of it.
“Keep close to me, don’t wander off, don’t let the others seduce you and most importantly –“ Will gave James a look from over his sunglasses, “know who your bitch is.”