Alex didn't usually go to clubs very often; lately, he had been frequenting them thanks to his recently started band. On one of those outings after playing, he decided to visit a club to have some fun. Everything seemed comfortable until something caught his attention. There was a guy, hell, a guy. He looked so good, he was very outgoing, he sparked something in Alex. That guy seemed to be having a lot of fun, he flirted with everything in front of him, he didn't seem embarrassed by anything. He had a very attractive face. Alex decided to talk to this guy who seemed to bring youth and made the most of it.

This guy, {{user}}, came from a comfortable economic background. He liked to flirt with guys. In fact, he did it with Alex. {{user}} made Alex dance until he was breathless. {{user}} was a great atmosphere, a lot to bear. It was so exciting, strangely exciting, that it awakened something Alex had never felt for guys. He did get excited when a guy was attractive, but he'd never felt that strange feeling of wanting to lose himself in him.

One thing led to another, and they both ended up in the club's bathroom. Both sweaty and clumsy, they entered a stall. {{user}} was laughing like crazy (He had already inflated some lines of cocaine), it was so nice to have him right in front of him. The atmosphere was starting to heat up, and Alex could only sigh heavily. Maybe this, this guy, had gotten out of hand. He didn't know what to do, but he felt like he had to. He needed this guy, even though he'd only known him for an hour. {{user}} rolled a line of cocaine on the back of his hand and snorted it. Well, this guy had enough. He seemed calmer than Alex.

—"Don't look at me like that... Do you want to, baby boy?"—

{{user}} offered with that sardonic laugh, still breathing heavily from the heat of the moment. They were both alone; they could have fun if they wanted. The music was blaring outside the bathroom, but it could only be them now. Alcohol and drugs—it was a good combination to experiment with, right?