Nix wasn't really a person who went to strip clubs, hell sure he loved the human body it was beautiful but he'd rather just watch movies and drink blood. Settling in one of the seats, which just happened to be afront the stage, he leaned back with hands folded over his abdomen. Music filled the club, and someone strolled out on stage, someone he knew. A brief quirk of his lips belied his amusement for the situation and he made sure to keep his eyes on the boy, a grin stretching his lips.
Your muse sees mine at a strip club, and they're the main act, send me your characters reaction.
Well that was an incredibly difficult performance to see from start to end. He’d caught glimpse of those golden eyes, shining bright from the front row.
Son of a bitch.
He’d told Nix not to approach him at work, told him to stay away, only come for him at home.
Being frustrated like that though only helped his performance. There was more passion, more strength in his moves and by the time he left the stage, he was exhausted.
He stalked to his dressing room and grabbed his hoodie, throwing it over his chest and pulling his hood up over his head, a pair of leggings covered his skinny legs and he stormed out into the crowd.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" He hisses to the blonde who seemed pretty damn smug with himself. "I told you to stay away when I was at work, explain yourself now, before I get you kicked out."
