Um… whatever you want to do is cool by me
~Exotic Dancer~ one on one please make it gay
hhhh I can't make a decision
Um… how about James is getting a drink before he performs, they meet and then he does his thing?
coolio
Yeet
do you want to start it off or should I?
Can you? Please?
sure (sorry it took so long to respond)
James sighed, ordering a sidecar from the bartender as he was looking around. His job had gotten boring again. It was just the same thing every night, the same routine, the same moves, same drinks… and he hadn't hooked up with anyone in weeks. His was using exciting, arousing, and fun, but tonight it was just dull.
(All good)
Liam walked into the club and headed straight to the bar. All he needed right now was a good drink and fun. His week had been the worst in a while and wanted a distraction. After reciving his drink he took a swig, sighing a little afterwards.
He downed the drink, cringing a bit at the intense burn and citrus taste. He sighed, looking up at the stage. He was up in ten minutes.
Liam sighed and looked over at the guy down the bar and smirked a little. He grabbed his drink and walked over, "Hey there, what are you doing here pretty boy?"
James tilted his head at the guy who had approached him at the bar and blatantly flirted with him. Maybe this night would be interesting. He smirked a little, taking a sip of his second drink. "Getting ready for a little performance," he answered honestly.
Liam raised an eyebrow and took a sip of his own drink, “Ah, I see… that’s why you keep taking glances at the clock the the stage.”
"Yep," he said with a sigh, before perking up a bit. "Will you watch?" he asked, tone playful and flirtatious. (playfully flirtatious?)
Liam gave the guy a charming grin, “Of course. I’m not going to miss out on a chance to watch a pretty boy now am I?”
James smiled. "I promise I'll keep you entertained," he said before tossing him a wink. "I've gotta go now, cheer for me?" he asked as he slid out of his seat, feeling a bit buzzed as he finished the last of his drink.
“You bet I will.” Liam replied, giving the guy his own wink before taking another sip of his drink.
James slipped backstage to get ready, smile still lingering. He got ready, taking a deep breath before he walked on, lights dim. He'd be at this for a few hours before he got to go home. It was exhausting, but it made him money, and that's the only thing that kept him enthusiastic sometimes. That, and the fact that he met some pretty… skilled people through his job.
Liam took up a seat slightly closer to the stage so he could see better. Damn his eyesight. He crossed his legs on the chair and relaxed back in the chair, a smug grin in his face as he watched the guy come onto the stage.
(idk how to do this part lol. idk if I should describe it or just skip through it, saying he did a cool performance and call it good)
(Lmao, I say just skip but it’s up to you)
(kk lol)
The performance was tiring, as it always was. His muscles were sore from the day before, and the day before that, and now they were sore from today. Keeping yourself up on a pole with only your arms and legs, while also doing elaborate moves and trying to make them look sexy and professional, was really fucking difficult, and it took a toll on James's body every night. Still, he put on a good show, and made sure to let his enthusiasm shine rather than his exhaustion. That was, until he was done, and ended up slumping down in a chair at the bar, promptly ordering five shots of tequila before letting his head fall into his hands.
Liam walked over to the guy and sat down next to him, raising an eyebrow, “You put on a good show back there. What’s your name by the way?”
James raised his head from his hands, glancing at the guy who had spoken. "You really did watch," he said, chuckling lightly. "It's James." But you can call me daddy, he thought to himself, quickly deciding against saying that and deciding to be tame, rather than a total fuckboy. "What's yours?"
“Liam, and I said I’d watched so I watched. I stay true to my word.” Liam shrugged with a small smile and took a sip of his second drink for the night.
"Are you here alone?" James asked suddenly, noticing that Liam didn't have anybody with him. "Sorry, I don't mean that in a creepy way, just curious."
Liam chuckled, “Dont worry about it. And yes, I am by myself.” He grinned at James.
I can keep him company for as long as he wants, James thought, cringing once again and mentally slapping himself. "So I've got you all to myself, then?" He grinned, before realizing that what he said wasn't any better than what he had thought.
Liam chuckled and downed the rest of his drink, “Yup, I’m all yours.” Hopefully all night… He ordered another whiskey for himself, knowing fine well he wasn’t going to be driving home tonight.
James was stunned for a moment. He had honestly expected an awkward response, or rejection. He cleared his throat and leaned forward lazily, ready for a few more shots. "2 shots of rum, please. Spiced rum," he said to the bartender, sounding a bit more relaxed than earlier.