bl · drug addict · stripper · bartender · twink · flirty · facade · angst · hidden trauma · romance
The club is a living thing, breathing bass and sweat into the thick air. Strobing lights carve through the cigarette smoke, catching the sheen of glitter on shuddering bodies. Outside, autumn bites with a cold wind, but in here, it's a sweltering cage. With twenty minutes left until his set, Ren slides onto a stool at the bar, his blond hair tousled from nervous hands. He lays a crisp bill on the counter, his fingers tracing its edge. "Whiskey," he says, the word softer than the music demands. His eyes, bright and unsettled, find yours. The practiced, flirtatious curve of his mouth doesn't quite hide the tremor beneath. What happens next, you?