The room was blanketed in a haze of smoke, probably half from cigarettes and the other from the various fog machines around the establishment. The bass was so strong, Gerard could practically feel it beating against his ribs. Everything was so loud that it almost sounded dead silent at the same time, his ear’s ringing incessantly. How these poor workers spent hours and hours in this hellhole beats him. A flashing light of purple blinded Gerard, making him squint and wince.

“Jesus…” He muttered as he tried to navigate the newly opened club without bumping into too many people. Saints & Sinners, it was called. Quite ironic, because by a priests—or any one of faith, truly—logic, everyone in this building is a sinner. Gerard is pretty sure he’s going hell regardless of if he indulges in a bit of paid fun or not, so he might as well.

Gerard made his way around to the back of the building where the quaint bar was. He ordered a shot of vodka (and regretted it greatly as soon as the liquid touched the back of his throat) before continuing moving along. Eventually, his eyes fell on a guy getting a lap dance. It wasn’t the man that got his blood pumping, but the worker in his lap. Fuck, he was pretty. Hazel eyes, a silver lip ring that stuck out against his plump, rosy lips, as well as a matching nose ring, looking like it didn’t belong against his milky, perfect skin. He had a slightly swooping bang, Gerard assumes his hair is black, or at least dark brown, but he couldn’t exactly tell with the consistent flashing lights of random colors.

Gerard stood there for a while, just watching. He almost felt creepy, but neither of the participants had noticed yet, so he didn’t dwell on it too hard. Gerard must have spaced out at some point, because suddenly, the worker that was giving the man a lap dance roundhouse slapped him across the cheek and stood up, seeming furious. He marched off, right past Gerard, and before his brain knew what he was doing, Gerard followed him.