No warnings apply (yet <3)
Autumn cold bit at his cheeks, frozen hands tucked under his armpits. Levi shifted on his feet, waiting in the alley just beyond the reach of thumping music and flashing lights. The heaving roar of the club strained from behind the door, and between him and hot, pumping bodies was an immovable bouncer.
Ugh, the line was barely ten people. It shouldn’t be taking this long.
It had seemed pretty exclusive, from what Jason had told him. To be fair, Jason wasn’t exactly a reliable source of information. Just gave him the address and a guarantee he’d be let in. For Levi, who had just spent some of the best years of his life hiding from a literal plague…
Well, he didn’t need much convincing.
But finally at the front of the line, Levi flashed an ID at the bouncer, hands shaking from cold and adrenaline. His ID said twenty-two and he could totally pass for it – when he wasn’t wearing a sheer top and eyeliner.
The bouncer barely glanced at his ID before handing it back.
Levi held out a wrist, cool olive skin glowing green against the neon welcome sign above the door.
The bouncer snapped on a glowing blue wristband from a large box. Behind it, a much emptier basket held red wristbands.
Levi inspected the new accessory. “What’s this for?”
The bouncer gave him a bored stare. All Levi could see reflected in the man’s dark shades was his own gelled-back hair and bright, feverish eyes.
The invite said sober entry only. Just looking at the girls who went in front of him he could see that was a fucking lie.
He went to push past the bouncer – it really was fucking cold – but an iron grip on his wrist stopped him.
“I’ll also need your phone.”
“Uhh,” Levi tried to stall. “Like, really?”
“Really,” the bouncer said flatly.
“What if I need to call someone?” Which, you know, could be better done over text.
“Then come back outside and get it.”
He leaned in with a flirtatious grin. “Why all the secrecy? Is this the kind of club where you don’t want pictures?”
A flash of white teeth hid the undercurrent of tension straining his voice. Jason told him this place was a bit weird. Levi was thinking more twinks in collars kind of weird, not taking-your-phone-until-you-leave kind of weird.
He much preferred the former.
The security guard’s expression didn’t change. “Something like that.” he agreed.
Levi flashed another smile. “Well, alrighty then. He fished his phone out of his back pocket and reluctantly handed it over. He was not gonna let weird club rules ruin his night.
The bouncer slipped the phone into one of his many pockets.
Finally, finally, the door opened, and the heat, the light, the thumping bass all washed over him. The bouncer nudged him forward, and when he looked back a moment later, the door was closed behind him.
Levi found himself pushed into a writhing crowd, a sea of limbs and half-naked sweating bodies. Glowing blue wristbands bobbed with the music, but there were a fair few red wristbands too. Some, in among the crowd, others, standing back, watching.
He let himself be pulled further in. he danced with a girl, with a boy, kissed them both and slunk away before either could try to give him their number. Danced with a third, until they were pulled away by someone in a red wristband, giddy and winking back at him like he was missing the joke.
He lost time to the thump thump of the beat, swaying until he was stumbling out of the mosh and leaning against a sticky bar.
Levi rested his elbows on the counter to catch his breath, a bead of sweat dripping down his nose. He grabbed a glass of water from the stack while the bartender was busy with someone else.
The water was barely cool but still soothing. As he sipped, he made eye contact with a guy across the bar. A few years older than him. Business shirt rolled to his elbows, five-o’clock shadow more of a one-am shadow. Glowing red wristband on his left wrist. Levi might have thought he’d come straight from work if his trousers weren’t too tight to be considered work-appropriate.
Still, the stubble traced a sharp jawline, and the man’s warm, dark eyes were locked with his.
Levi pushed off the counter as the guy came around. His eyes slid up and down, from too-nice work shoes on the tacky floor to his chest, top couple buttons popped open. He wouldn’t mind unpopping a few more.
He moves closer to the guy, who’s got one arm propped up on the counter and the other in his pocket. Comfortable.
“This doesn’t seem like your kinda scene,” he shouts over the music still blaring.
The guy smiled, like it was some private joke. “What makes you think that? Maybe this is exactly my kind of scene.”
Levi laughed. “I think I could be convinced.”
The guy grins back, and again they lock eyes. “Let me buy you a drink.”
It’s not a question and Levi doesn’t take it as such. “I’ll have whatever’s strongest.”
Five minutes and half a drink later, Levi’s giggling. He toys with the man’s red bracelet and holds the man’s hand in both of his own.
“How come you get a red one?” he pouts.
The guy laughs, a little mocking. He cups Levi’s jaw with one broad hand, and wow, the world was looking a little hazy. The flashing colours must be getting to him.
“Don’t you like yours? It suits you.”
“Thanks.” He leans into the other guy until their lips are inches apart. “I still like yours better.”
Warmth creeps up his neck, and it must be the guy’s smile that does it because alcohol doesn’t work that fast.
He’s pulled even closer, the hand with the red wristband settled around his waist.
“I can show you what it’s for, if you like.
A voice in his ear, hot and murmuring.
Levi nods, soft and eager.
“You can’t tell anyone. House secret.”
“Of course,” Levi breathes, entirely too sincere. He pictures VIP rooms hosting the real party, with more free drinks and red wristbands he knows he wants to snag next time he’s here.
So the man leads him away from the pulsing music, and Levi follows, swaying on bambi legs that shouldn’t be buckling after just one drink.