Fatal Attraction » Places

         The gentleman's club

The thoughts raced through his head. Nicolas had to admit, he was nervous of having to go in. It wasn't the crowd inside that was worrying him, rather the two standing at the door. He was glad the he looked a bit older than he actually was. A distance away, he rehearsed it in his mind. "Just don't say anything, and don't reach for your pockets." He'd gone through it many times before, but he didn't want to discover anything about him.

"Don't touch the pockets. Don't touch the pockets," he constantly reminded himself. After a brief examination, that consisted of only a man shrugging and nudging him along, unsure if he passed or if he just didn't care.

Upon entering, it was apparent a few things were in excess; nudity and surround sound. The people here came from all different backgrounds, some where frequent visitors, and others just came for a good time. They all were a mess of some sort. Nicolas didn't care for it one bit. "Why'd he have us meet here?" He would prefer many other locations besides this, but their leader said to meet here, and he didn't dare be left behind. He was going to need companionship in the times to come.

Not wanting anything to do with it, Nicolas removed a pair of headphones from the side pocket of his shorts- he never cared too much for ear buds. Finding a wall to stand by, he'd wait for the others to show up. Starting to drown out the world, not wishing to think of the place he was in, and focused more on what was being pumped through his ears.

It didn't occur to him that he might be a bit too loud, or moving a bit too erratically. The eyes that passed him didn't catch his attention, though he was certainly catching others.