Bedroom Hymns
So, this is what it’d come to. Jazz was so desperate to get some action that he’d grabbed his wallet, teleported to a darker side of town, and got himself into a bar with less than pure intention. Oh, no, this building wasn’t just designated for the consumption of alcohol -- this was a BDSM bar. Sure, it had the jazzy music playing in the background, you could have a drink, meet new people, all that; however, in the back behind two sleek doors, there were rooms for rent for those who wanted to have just a bit more fun than that. He wanted to get one of those rooms for himself, but he didn’t know shit about this sort of thing. What was he going to say? ‘Hi, I’m Jazz, wanna fuck?’ No. No, that wasn’t how he played the game.
The way he played the game, was that he acted as a lure -- waiting, watching, drifting on the surface of the cup of rum in his hands until someone walked up and took a b i t e. Hopefully someone would take interest in him; until then, he’d enjoy his alcohol while it lasted.
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