There were nights and then there were nights, as different from one another as night itself could have been from day. Take tonight, for instance. Perfect, as far as perfect went. The temperature wasn’t too cold, just a little crisp, the air cracking with just a hint of chill. The streets were perfect, not too many cars out and about, traffic slowing down as rush hour traffic had thinned out, made their way home. The company was perfect; one guy and a girl who he had met earlier that evening outside Ross' club. Not the best place to make long lasting friends, but it was enough for the evening. They were roamers, like himself, and the three decided to bounce from club to club until they found an urge to settle down and get some real drinking done. Meandered their way downtown as dusk drew near and Cleveland settled into nightfall.
And Cameron? Oh, he was perfect too. In his element, really. There was nothing like knowing exactly where you were, exactly what you were heading into for the night, for familiarity, and Cameron had started too many amazing nights this way lately to be skeptical in the slightest about how his night was going to turn out. Booze and people who could keep up with him. The day might have been fine, but the night was life, music, existing on the fine edge of a line he didn’t know he was standing on. Habits were habits, and whether or not he was completely awake when he stumbled back into Matthew's bed before dawn was not on his mind. Cameron's thoughts were occupied on other things. The way the bars smelled; like sin and sweat and alcohol, cigarette smoke and pure heat. He was here, higher on life than he’d ever been on any kind of drug. It was exhilarating, and familiarity couldn’t dim the fact that he was perfect, in a zone that was more his place than anything else, matched probably only by the thrill sex gave to him.
As they neared Ricochet, Cameron slung an arm around his companions, eyes absently following the cracks in the concrete as they walked, blowing a stray strand of hair out of the girl's place. What did she say her name was? Alex something. They made it through the doors of the club then, and as Cameron’s eyes adjusted to the dimmer lighting within, he unwound from the couple, arms falling to his side as the two headed toward the dance floor, predictably drawn to the music. Cameron, on the other hand, wanted a drink. It was the best way to start a night, although not necessary. But he was not a dancer. Was he? Seemed unlikely. He turned in the direction of the bar, shoving his hands in his jacket pocket for his lighter and a cigarette, flicking it on and off a couple times out of pure habit, before he put the cigarette to his lips and lit it, inhaling slowly as he slipped the lighter back in his pocket. As predicted, one drink turned to two, to three, to eight.
”Sorry, you probably don’t recognize me. I’ve seen you at Ricochet before…with your, uh, daughter? Or was she a friend? Uhm, either way—it’s been awhile!”
Cameron downed his current drink and turned to see who had approached him with such a jovial attitude. His eyebrow raised as he scanned the young girl from head to toe, taking in her appearance. Her blond curls bouncing over her shoulders, bright blue eyes, red ruby lips, legs that went on for days and a pair of perky breast that screamed to be fondled. He took it all in and smiled in return. She was conventionally beautiful, even in her animated state. So she recognized him. This failed to surprise him nowadays. He had bummed into so many individuals who knew him during his previous life and were now trying to make small talk. Even when Cameron would stare back at them with empty eyes and absolutely zero memory of their existence. It was a shame that he could not remember someone so ravishing, that was certain. "Daughter?" He had to laugh, for the idea of him fathering a child seemed ludicrous. "Has it now? Well, I was on vacation. Somewhere nice and sunny."
He signaled for the bartender, who showed up looking rather irritated. Long night maybe? Or maybe the poor bastard was in desperate need for a blow job. That always brought a smile to his face. "Hey, another show of whiskey and whatever the lady wants". He turned to face the dance floor where he spotted the couple he had originally planned to suck dry, but he decided to ignore them and pay attention to the girl in front of him. Once the bartender was gone and she had ordered her drink, he turned to her, tapping the seat next to him. "You can sit down, you know. I won't bite"
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