The doors had just opened for the night. The crowd of people had flooded in, some still outside the midnight purple rope waiting to get in. But this was normal. Just any normal night. But sometimes a normal night involved choking out an unwanted customer behind the nightclub building and tossing him into the road until he woke up. That would result in a fist flying right to the customer’s face to make them blackout once again.
“Mr Salvatore,” one of the bouncer’s spoke boldly over the music, tapping a large lean male on the shoulder. They turned their head only slightly, still keeping dark eyes over the crowd below them like a hawk on a hunt,” Yes?” The bouncer handed the male a clipboard that showed a printed labelled paper with an order from shipment they requested for a New Year’s party. The male nodded and the bouncer left.
Lunar Salvatore. Owner of Salvatore’s Twilight, his nightclub. Tall and lean, only a healthy and glowing age of twenty-four. Long Byzantium purple hair that touched his knees unless it was put up in a high ponytail. Cinnamon hues that board hungry at the crowd below him ready to jump at any moment if something unwelcoming started. A fine smooth complexion that only kept everything in place and relaxed. But once he’s down there in the crowd, you can only imagine the uproar the ladies have on him.
Tonight seemed to be relaxed, at least for what was considered relaxed in a nightclub, so he took his stroll down the stairs towards the bar. One of the bartenders noticed and rushed for a glass and poured a dark rustic coloured liquor and slid it over down the bar counter. Smooth grab and twist towards one of the booths went the owner.
Giggles were echoing from the right side of Lunar as his eyes glanced over, noticing at one of the booths a group of girls were huddled around a table. Leaning back some to see through the breakage of heads, Lunar spotted a younger-looking figure in the maroon cushioned seat. Fluffed up locks of cream blond and silked fluffs of caramel and walnut. The figure seemed to be huddled against someone else, an older-looking man and chatting with the girls at the table. Lunar scoffed a bit from the thought that one of the bouncer’s allowed a minor inside, so he placed his glass down and strolled over, leaning over the girls and smiled,” Good evening ladies and gentlemen.”
“Hello Mr Salvatore,” some of the girls cooed at him and parted ways so he could slip in. He eyed the more visible young one before him. It was a boy, very, feminine one no less. Or? His eyes looked over a bit, not to be a pervert but more in a worried sense that a minor was brought here without consent. That’s when he noticed something of sorts that threw off his confirmation and he smiled flicking his eyes back to the two males.
“I’m sorry but you do realize this is a nightclub correct? So you can’t have minors here.” Lunar smiled at the older gentleman before the younger one huffed and rustled through his small onyx fur coat. His shirt was low and cropped, showing off scars that were where his under pectoral major region was. Lunar looked away sighing only to have a small child-like hand flip in his face with a card. He took it and looked at it. An ID.
“I’m nineteen. I just turned it too. I’ve been legal for a year, now two. I think I’m clear.”
Lunar looked down at the younger male. A stubborn fiery show danced in the teen’s eyes from the battle he won, taking back his ID and placing it away. Lunar narrowed his eyes some, now onto the older gentleman. The whole situation here made him feel uneasy, he just couldn’t place it.
“Excuse me! Excuse me!” Another male figure popped in, one that looked just as old at Lunar. Dark cherry hair that slipped back and fell over his shoulders into a white and black suit. A charming light-hearted smile,” Erien, let’s grab a drink before we dance eh? You can’t sit here and sitter your,” the male looked around and fell silent for a moment. The same cinnamon hues boarded darker into the people before his presences.
“Your friend here. Let’s go.” The nineteen-year-old, Erien, was yanked from his spot, nearly tripping over the booth seat. Lunar watched them two, matching painted black and maroon nails clasped together as their large and small bodies disappeared into the crowd.
“You are to get out,” Lunar growled slowly at the customer. The elder man snorted a disgusting laugh shaking his head,” Sorry no can do. I have an appointment with that young one later tonight. And his friend over there as one too with a friend of mine. I will leave when they come back-”
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“I am suing this place! I will bring you to court from placing your hands on me!” The man yelled as the bouncers threw him out, Lunar stepping in the way of them and fist flying that snapping the man’s head back, cracking his neck. The man dropped in a groan, laying flat as a fat man could, and didn’t move. He waved his hand a bit to make the stinging subside,” Do it. I dare you. If I see you around here again, I will kill you. You’ll be lucky if I don’t call the police on you for allowing visible prostitution on my property.”
“You have no proof!”
“I have camera footage and sound. Try me, sir.” Lunar growled darker before stepping back inside his building, the bouncers blocking the door and staring down the lowlife.
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“So, where is he.”
Lunar leaned against the bar, another glass sliding towards him with the same dark liquor. He glanced out of the corner of his eye to the teen next to him.
Short. That’s all you could say about him. Short, average, yet there was something else about him that you just couldn’t place your finger on.
“He is gone. You really don’t need to be doing that kinda stuff. For money or even just for fun.”
The small teen let out a light-hearted giggled chuckle, stirring his pinkish drink,” I’m just a little bored is all. Trust me I know, but I don’t usually let them do anything. Sometimes I blindfold them and leave them hanging. I always change my appearance from my hair, face, whatever. It’s the greatness of being,” Thick dark honey eyes darted a threatening glare. Lunar snorted a bit, thrown off as the liquor went up to his nose. If looks could kill, he would’ve been dead.
“Trans guy. It’s rude to stare at people. Pervert.” The male looked away and took a sip of his drink, swinging his legs to the beat of the music. The rough sound of jean fabric rubbing together and moving on the leather seat of the barstool bleed into the beat. Lunar frowned,” I’m not a pervert. I just happened to notice the scars when checking. You look underage.”
“Great isn’t it? With my height mixed in, it makes it unbelievable. Same with my voice. Sigh, well, since it seems to be that sort of situation, I’m Nova. Erien Nova. A pleasure to meet the nightclub owner.” Lunar noted that not sure why but maybe next time if he saw the kid.
“Nice to meet you. So, where did your friend go?’
“Off somewhere with some girl. Don’t bother about him, he’s an airhead as it is with this stuff. Wanna talk child-like. I’m the adult one here out of him and me.”
Erien swivelled from his seat and slipped down. The heels of his lace-up black knee-high combat boots thudded on the marble flooring. He fixed his black low neck cut top and coat before looking at Lunar and waving off,” See you. Thanks for, whatever that was you did making that weirdo go.” Erien smiled and sauntered off in the crowd of dancing people. Lunar leaned on the counter unresponsive. The kid was too calm for a situation like this. That was a problem. But thankfully it was over and he could go back to enjoying another night.
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