Night life
It didn't surprise me not even a little bit. Leon always dressed to impress, he would never go unnoticed in a crowd although that wasn't always a bad thing.
Another pair of black leather pants, a sexy red leather chest harness, a v neck open jacket with custom color Chinese dragons all over it that would glow under black light. He had gelled his hair back nice and slick to make sure his dangling medium green hoops could be visible. A sexy choker with a metal plate saying daddy on it which was totally his vibe and a pair of red leather boots with an inch heel that went up to his knees.
"Oh damn baby do you feel that!" he panted as he touched his face, clean and smooth and free of any scars, acne or hair.
"I am totally! Feeling myself! Mnn look at these pants literally no regrets albeit the material isn't the most expensive leather but goddamn look at my ass."he said as he twisted an turned to admire his own fashion.
"Happy for ya."Its all I could muster up saying. I stared at him in the mirror as he obsessed over himself. I on the other hand wasn't feeling his vibe. I never understood where this energy came from, no matter the time of day he was always running on Atleast ninety percent of overall energy.
"Ah don't be like that Lil. Look at you. You look hot too. Although you seem a little dressed down then usual. Besides this place ain't too bad right. The music is killer and the men are hot, and the cocaine isn't too bad either I found the dealer in the back near the pool table. You want me to get you some?" he asked as he stared at me through the mirror.
"No. I'm not really feeling it tonight." I said with a small shrug. It was true, normally I'd be all over that. But today was something different, I just wanted to sit back today.
"oh?" is how Leon responded to me as he stared at my face carefully. His posture and demeanor had come to change as he settled his shoulders and looked at my reflection quite focused.
"You ain't pregnant are you?" he asked.
"What the fuck, no! I don't sleep around as much as you do!" I couldn't stop myself from becoming defensive to such an accusation. I could feel the tightness of my eyebrows as they drew closer in anger.
"Besides I've had three perfectly normal periods and regular checkups with my gynecologist since my last sexual encounter. I can't believe you'd even accuse me of that."
I was serious but he was laughing thinking it was the most hilarious response.
He walked over to me and perfected my hair. It was hanging freely and loosely down my back. Afterwards he would kindly adjust the silver necklace I wore using only his index fingers, a simple silver chain with a plain L for my name. Tonight I was indeed dressed down, with nothing more than a spaghetti strap v neck cocktail dress. Made from black silk fabric going down to my mid thighs, I wore knee high black flat leather boots. My nails done with basic black acrylics almond shape, only half an inch long off my fingers . And my face was adorned basically, with light brown lipstick, and nothing else but black smokey eyes.
As he perfected me to his own design I couldn't help but be comforted by the silence. The quite chill of a single stall bathroom with cracked tiles and spray paint. Even a vendor on the wall for tampons and condoms sticker bombed and full of sharpie grafitti. The only other sound was the dull booming of the bass outside the door with the lights from outside creeping in from a. Slit underneath.
"Anyways..." he insisted towards the door with a click of his tongue. Seemingly desperate to return to his magnificent chase of predator and prey to see which delightful pair of beautiful men he would bring back for a night of luxury.
I did nothing but nod my head as I followed behind him. No I am definitely no follower but we were here together and I don't wish to waste my night away in the bathroom. I decided to obey to return to the party vibe.
Every hour, we had a party code to meet in the bathroom. It was a checkup of sorts to make sure we were alright. Not too drunk, not drugged, still having fun and not missing. God forbid two rich babes born into powerful families disappear.
When he opened the door it was as if I was hit with a shockwave. A portal to another life entirely, the scandalous world of the nightlife.
The bass booming was now vibrating against my skin as i watched as Leon who walked ahead of me glowed with neons beneath the black lights.
He peeked over his shoulder at me one last time before he faded off, his bright neons disappearing into the dark dangers of a foreign nightclub. I alone slithered through the crowd and to the bar where I sat in between two men. To my left a brunette doing his best to roll a joint, although it was obvious by his face and eyes that he was fucked up on something. It was sad to watch so I turned to the right where an impatient blonde tapped his credit card against the bar counter as he stared down the bartender to occupied with flirting to notice him.
Just a moment of sitting still was enough to freeze time. A complete moment of disassociation, the music seemed to become silent and the lights seemed to go dark as I began to retreat to the shallow stillness of my mind for a moment of concentration. It was nice for me to be in my head, a moment of recollection.
Was this a good idea? Should I have even bothered to join Leon tonight. Should I get him and just leave, no that's not fair right? He's enjoying himself, I shouldn't be so greedy as to leave. I'll wait a bit longer.
My mind, my precious mind.
In just a blink it all came flooding back in, my reality.
The booming music, the sticky bar, the laughter and voices slurring together, the sound of glasses clinking a few seats down. And oh. What's this?
The blonde is gone. The impatient blonde is gone. Did he finally get served, have I been disassociated for too long or... Maybe he just decided to leave. And who is this beside me now. A huge black leather pull over, I've never seen this fashion before. I couldn't help but stare at him.
Oh shit.....
In the corner of his eye, he was staring at me too and he slowly turned his head to face me. He opened his mouth to speak as his eyes light and cold watched me. The color hard to make out under the lights as his voice penetrated my ears over the music.
"Hello.... Little kitten."