The smoke blows from his lips in a quiet puff, billowing out into the cool open air. He looks down solemnly, his eyes heavy and burdened. He doesn’t look up at the boy standing beside him.
“People like us aren’t built for this kind of thing,” he continues, looking out into the city below. The lights of the buildings catch his eye, a faint glimmer dancing along his iris. “We’ve seen too much to settle into a normal life. Most people can’t handle that.”
The boy beside him watches as he takes another drag. He watches as the embers of his cigarette flicker in the wind. He looks away, then back again.
“Well,” he laughs, quiet and tentative. “I’m not most people, am I?”
The man smiles softly. He shakes his head, a quiet surrender.
Old and abandoned, with dust on the projector for the holo interface. Upon wiping it away, the keys flicker to life. A screen appears before you. A blank black background with one single line of text.
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The bass from the club pulsed through the polished sidewalks of VIRA City’s Dionysus district. The ground shifted with every beat, making it seem like the district itself was dancing along to it.
A neon sign hung above the main entrance, spelling out ‘Luminosity’ in cursive, glowing blue letters, with its neon light bleeding out onto the polished metal sidewalk down below. The smell of cigarette smoke and cheap booze lingered in the air along with that subtle electric tang of ozone. Many outsiders would find it jarring. But after living in a city like VIRA for a while, it becomes as familiar as the sound of hover cars zipping by your window, or the subtle glow of the city’s lights shining through your blinds.
A line of people stretched down and around the building, clumped together in groups of twos and threes stretching all the way down to the end of the block. The crowd consisted of mostly younger people, all except for the two older men near the front.
They both appeared to be in their early to mid forties, maybe forty-six at the latest. Instead of crop tops and mini shorts, they were still dressed in their white collar garb, with sharp blazers and tailored slacks sticking out like a sore thumb. One was a taller man, a graying brunette with a slightly wrinkled white button down with a loose tie that hung from his neck like a swinging pendulum. His suit jacket had been discarded long ago, having been abandoned in the car parked a few feet down the block.
The other man was shorter and much paler in comparison to his taller friend. His hair was a darker brunette, almost jet black, with grayish streaks dispersed throughout, giving his hair beautiful silvery highlights that popped out amongst the black like stars in the midnight sky. His hair was loose and fluffy, although not unkempt. While it was sleek, it still held hints of a wilder personality underneath the surface, with curtain like bangs falling in front of his eyes, and the longer sides hanging down like an elegant portrait frame. It was sleek, yet not boring. He kept it neat, yet somewhat wild, like the feathers of a raven.
While the taller one looked like he somewhat belonged there with his disheveled appearance, the shorter man looked like a fish out of water. He still had his suit jacket on, with the dark—almost black navy blue fabric nearly disappearing into the shadowy atmosphere outside of the club. There were no wrinkles in his slacks, nor scuffs on his shoes. He went to check his watch with the curt discipline of a military man—a stark contrast to the wild and carefree demeanor of the young people surrounding him. If the taller man stuck out like a minor blemish upon someone’s face, he stuck out like hunters orange amongst camouflage.
The taller man looked over the shoulder of the person in front of him and his friend. They only had a few people left before it would be their turn to go inside. He smirked to himself as he put a hand to the shoulder of his shorter friend, feeling his shoulders tense at the sudden contact.
“Look man," He chuckled lightly, "You’ve been sulking for a week straight. It’s time you got out there and lived a little.”
The shorter man scoffed, and shoved the older’s hand off of his shoulder. “Adam, I have three meetings with potential artists I have to juggle. If Victoria doesn’t get new talent soon, I’m out of a job. I don’t have time to-"
His sentence died on his tongue as Adam abruptly cut him off. “Right, but you’ve also been off for an hour, Morgyn. It’s time to put the contracts away and start actually enjoying life," He looked to his side, watching the line move forward a little as he continued. "If I have to walk into the office and see you scowling like Ebeneezer Scrooge one more time, I might have to punch you.”
Morgyn scoffed, rolling his eyes at the comparison. “I don’t scowl. Besides, what possessed you to drag me to a club? You know I hate crowds.”
Adam shrugged. “They’re fun, full of new faces, alcohol flowing like river water- cmon!" He leaned forward, invading Morgyn's personal space, causing the shorter man to instinctively lean forward and away from his friend. "Don’t tell me it doesn’t sound at least a little enticing.”
Morgyn finally took a moment to turn around, looking Adam in the eye with the exasperation of a man long overdue for a break. “If I wanted to get groped by strangers, I’d go back to industry mixers.”
Adam ignored him, clapping a hand on his shoulder as he continued to drill his gaze into his friend. “Look, here’s what’s gonna happen; you’re gonna check out this new place with me, dance, drink terrible liquor, and maybe get a little lucky on the side instead of sulking alone in your office. Capisce?”
Morgyn narrowed his eyes. "I don't sulk-"
"Morgyn," Adam interrupted. "How many times have you voluntarily left your office to go do something fun? I'll wait."
Morgyn desperately searched his brain for any such instances, yet yielded no results.
Adam smirked. "Yeah, thought so."
The line moved up a little. Morgyn groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose as he hesitantly stepped forward. “Adam, I don’t know what kind of man you think I am, but trust me when I say I’m not interested in seeing half naked boys strung out on a stage.”
Adam simply ignored his rejection, and shoved him forward as the line moved up further. “Stop being such a buzzkill and move your ass,” he added, a cheeky smirk forming across his face, “Besides, you’ll change your tune once a pretty brunette starts slipping singles into your pants.”
Morgyn’s face went red at that little comment. He whipped his head around so fast it’s a surprise it didn’t snap.
“Adam!” He hissed through his teeth.
Adam shrugged. “What? It’s true. You have a type.”
“I don’t-!” Suddenly aware of his volume, Morgyn pursed his lips as he looked from side to side, hoping nobody was staring before lowering his voice. “I do not have a type.”
Adam simply rolled his eyes as the last person in front of them was let in, and continued to shove his friend forward. “Yeah, you do. Cmon, Gay Dracula, you’re at least getting some cheap whiskey in your system. Do me a solid and humor me, okay?”
Morgyn sighed, and ran a hand down his face in defeat. “Fine. But you owe me for this. And no getting drunk."
Adam, half listening proceeded to grab both of Morgyn's shoulders, steering him toward the entrance. "Fine, whatever, sure. Move, chuckles!"
The two men walked up to the bouncer side by side, with Adam naturally taking the lead. He sauntered up with that loose swagger that was a signature amongst frat bros everywhere. His eyes widened a bit in surprise once he saw the bouncer, a tall Dogfolk man—seemingly a husky, with a sharp, bristly aura that mirrored Morgyn’s almost perfectly. Adam however, simply cracked a smirk, confidence unwavering.
“Heyyyy, what is up my furry compadre?" Adam greeted as he flashed a toothy grin at the dogfolk by the door. "They serving tennis balls at the bar tonight, or is that just for the fuzzy patrons?"
Second hand embarrassment hit Morgyn like a truck the second those words exited Adam’s mouth. Morgyn knew Adam could be a bit stupid at times, but this was a new low that Morgyn had never expected him to hit.It was like that very sentence caused time to stop entirely, with everything zeroing in on him specifically. He immediately brought a hand up to his forehead, covering his eyes as he bowed his head in shame. “Oh my god- Adam stop talking.”
The bouncer didn’t smile. His lip curled into a subtle snarl, a low growl rumbling low in his chest that Morgyn could feel deep in his bones as his blue eyes pierced through the both of them. “That supposed to mean something?”
Adam, not expecting that joke to fall flat like it did, coughed nervously as he tugged at his shirt collar. “It’s a- it’s a joke, dude. Because, you know,” He laughed nervously. “You're a dog?”
And just when he thought it couldn’t get any worse, it did. Second hand embarrassment graduated to full fledged embarrassment, rushing Morgyn's body like an unexpected tidal wave. It was starting to swallow him whole as he tried to act like he didn’t know Adam to any onlookers. “Adam," He hissed under his breath, "Stop. Talking.”
The bouncer’s lip curled even farther, the full on steak knives he had for teeth glinting in the harsh neon blue of the sign above.
“Well, I ain’t laughin’.”
Adam felt like this guy wanted to snap him in half. Probably because he did. He practically shrank under the bouncer’s piercing gaze as he nervously muttered, “Yeah, I can see that.”
Morgyn finally had enough, and stepped in front of Adam, separating him and the bouncer. “I am so sorry- he’s an idiot. Don’t listen to him.”
Adam snapped his head towards Morgyn.“HEY-“
Morgyn ignored him and held his hand up, signaling him to shut up. “Look. We’ve had a long night. He’s nursing a broken heart, so I figured a change of pace would do him good. Please, forgive him for his ignorance. He's already a few drinks in."
The bouncer scoffed, unwavering. “Well, isn’t that just terrible? I’m touched, truly. Moved to tears.”
The sarcasm in his voice was so apparent it was like a slap to the face. Morgyn groaned, wishing someone would put him out of his misery as he slid a hand into his pocket, pulling out a crisp 100 cred bill. When he held it up to the bouncer, the holographic paper shimmered in the light of the sign above, glinting like a quest objective in a video game. Morgyn sighed, exasperated.
“This enough to cover the entrance fee?”
That got the bouncer's attention. A sly grin spread across his snout as he moved the velvet rope blocking the entrance to the club with a satisfied flick of his tail. “Enjoy your evening.”
Morgyn nodded at the man as he pulled Adam along by his tie, earning a stuttered sound of something resembling shock and a startled goose from his friend as he briskly walked up to the club doors. The moment the two were inside the building, Morgyn turned to Adam, and pointed directly at him.
“I’m going to kill you.”
Adam held up his hands in surrender. “What?!”
Morgyn blinked, bewildered. “Furry compadre? Tennis balls?? Are you fucking kidding me?”
Adam threw his arms up in defense. “He was a husky! They love that stuff, don't they?"
Morgyn’s fury was apparent as he pointed both hands at Adam. “He was Dogfolk, Adam. you can’t fucking say that to people! They're not like the dog in your cousin's backyard, they are their own people."
Adam was beginning to grow increasingly sheepish. "Look, I've never even met a Dogfolk in person, how was I supposed to know the cultural nuances?"
Morgyn was visibly tugging at his hair now. "Adam," He spoke curtly, "I figured it would have been common sense. You're forty-two years old and working for one of the most popular record labels in the solar system, you should know not to commit micro aggressions, especially in front of a crowd full of people."
Adam rolled his eyes as he began walking into the main area of the club. "Okay, okay. Shit," Was all he said, trying to shrug off the rapidly growing flush in his cheeks. "I'm sorry, genuinely. Didn't think that was a big deal."
"Which is terrifying-"
"Anyways!" Adam barked. "Thanks for bailing me out as always- can we go now?"
Morgyn sighed. "I'm assuming I don't have a choice in the matter?" Morgyn deadpanned.
Adam shook his head, cracking a smile as he wrapped his arm around Morgyn's shoulders. "Not a chance."
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The inside of the club was bustling. There was a vivacious buzz as men crowded around the center stage, watching half dressed boys dance sensually to the beat of the mix booming through the speakers. Servers in shorts that barely reached their inner thigh walked past the booths with trays full of alcoholic concoctions, and pockets full of singles. The atmosphere itself seemed to be alive, beating steadily with sin and indulgence along to the pulse of the bass pumping through the speakers. The men here, while sloppy, indulgent and inebriated, tipped well for good service. What exactly that entailed, is up to interpretation.
Adam and Morgyn were tucked away in a booth at the far end of the club making it somewhat removed from all the action. It had a good view of the stage, and the laughter and cheering from the other men in the club was quieter here, making conversation much easier to engage in. Adam kept an eye out for any cute servers that might catch his friend’s interest. Morgyn however, seemed entirely uninterested. He took a sip of his whiskey, the bitter taste feeling almost dull as blonde server walked by. Morgyn didn’t bother paying him any mind, although he couldn’t help but notice Adam’s eyes trailing the boy like a lion ready to pounce.
“Ooh, a blondie!” Adam leered as he turned back around to face his friend. “Remind you of someone?”
Morgyn scoffed as he set the glass down. The rings adorning his middle and ring finger glinting in the neon lighting of the club. “The kid from our psych class? He was a phase twenty years ago, Adam. I’m not interested.”
Adam groaned, leaning back in his seat with an exasperated grimace as he rubbed his temple with his fingers. “Jesus Morgyn– what the hell is up with you?”
He furrowed his brow as he met Adam’s gaze.. “What do you mean?”
Adam pointed an accusatory finger at the dark haired man. “You vanished after graduation. You were gone for like fifteen years, and then now you’re just…back? Zero explanation?”
“Don’t give me that,” Morgyn countered, leaning back in his seat as he rested his shoulder on the backrest of the booth. “You were in VED for eight of those years. Had I wanted to contact you, it would have been damn near impossible.”
“Still Morgyn,” Adam continued. “Even after I left the force, I tried to find you, and it was like you vanished. Your old number was dead, email was nothing but a 404 screen, I even tried looking you up in our college record books, but your name was wiped clean.”
Morgyn looked down, shaking his head, before looking back up at Adam. “How many times do we have to go over this? I was privately contracted. I couldn’t risk having any ties that could blow my cover. Of course you couldn’t find me, that was the point.”
Adam still wasn’t buying it. “Okay, whatever, sure. Let’s go with the story I know is bullshit. You were privately contracted, disappeared for fifteen years, then all of a sudden you just show back up one day, except you’re nowhere near the man I used to know,” Adam leaned forward, bracing himself on his elbows. “You don’t go out, you don’t talk to people, you’re locked in your office half the day- what the hell is your deal, dude?”
Morgyn didn’t say anything for a moment. He inhaled deeply through his nose, sighing heavily as he picked up his glass, and took another sip of his whiskey. It was so watered down, it was almost laughable. He could barely taste the alcohol on his tongue, which no doubt added to his irritation. The ice cubes inside clinked the glass as he set it back down.
“There isn’t one," He answered dryly. "I’ve found a career I actually enjoy for once. Now, I’m married to it.” Morgyn’s demon eyes glowed icy blue in the dim lighting of the club, a stark contrast to the rich brown hue they normally were. They bore through Adam like lasers, causing the taller man to sweat slightly. “People change, Adam. You need to come to terms with that.”
The blonde server briefly interrupted their conversation with another round of drinks. Adam gave them a courteous smile, slipping a bill into their pocket as a thank-you. Once the server walked away, he looked back over at Morgyn with that same fierce serious that Morgyn rarely ever saw.
“Look. You’ve been doing good," He spoke, "I can’t deny that. Too good.”
Morgyn pinched the bridge of his nose. “Adam-”
Adam cut him off as he leaned over his forearm, lowering his voice slightly. “You’ve been making more progress within Bluefire in the last five years than most people have in their lifetime working there. I never see you outside the office, ever. That’s not normal.”
Morgyn, still feigning nonchalance, merely shrugged his shoulders as he reached for the whiskey yet again. “I’ve always been a career-driven person, I’ve been that way since college. I enjoy what I do. It’s not my fault Victoria rewards results.”
Adam seemed unconvinced. He sat back down with that same look of concern crossing his face.
“Right, but there’s enjoyment, and then there’s escapism. I’ve seen you do both, and I can spot escapism from a mile away.”
Morgyn hardened his gaze slightly. “Again, people change, Adam. We haven’t talked in over a decade, I’m not going to be the wild college boy you used to know.”
A heavy silence hung between the two. Adam looked like he was searching his mind for some kind of counterargument, but only ended up drawing blanks. He opened his mouth for a brief moment, before closing it with a heavy sigh.
“Okay, you have a point. I’m just…”
There was a brief silence as Adam nervously looked down at his hands.
“I’m worried about you, dude.”
Morgyn actually softened upon hearing that. His face lightened a bit as he came to the realization that Adam was just…being Adam. He couldn’t fault him for still being that same golden hearted oaf he always was. That was just who he was. Morgyn smiled slightly as he reached across the table to put a hand on Adam’s shoulder.
“Well, don’t. I’m doing fine.”
Morgyn took his hand away as he sat back down, throwing his arm back over the booth.
“Besides. A little professional influence will do you good. Lord knows you need it.”
“Hey-” Adam exclaimed as he pointed a finger at Morgyn. “I’m not unprofessional, I’m fun.”
Another brief silence fell over the two. This time, it wasn't as dense. It was far more comfortable as the two drank their liquor and observed the others inside the club. Adam caught sight of a man and a woman dancing near the bar, and he looked at Morgyn with a devious twinkle in his eye.
“So, you still with that girl you were with?”
Morgyn stilled, the drink stopping half way to his lips.
Adam rubbed at his temples in thought, not noticing the brewing discomfort on his friend’s face. “What was her name? Jesus- uh…Rochelle? No, Raquel? Rachel? She looked like a Rachel-”
Morgyn hastily cleared his throat, cutting Adam off.
“Roxanne.”
Adam nodded. “Right, her. She still around or-”
“No.” Morgyn interrupted dryly. “That ended years ago.”
Adam furrowed his brows a bit at Morgyn’s curt reply. He could practically feel the unease radiating off of him, souring the air.
“Is there anybody in the picture, then? A boy? Lady-friend? You’ve gotta have somebody-”
“No, I don’t,” Morgyn said flatly. His tone was much more clipped and irritable than it had previously been. Anger wasn’t present on his face, but his dry tone and hardened gaze made it clear that this was the end of this topic for him. “As I said, I’m married to my work. I don’t have time for relationships.”
Adam wanted to press further, but with the way Morgyn was staring into the bottom of his glass, he didn’t feel it would be appropriate to press the topic any further. He tapped his fingers against the table cloth, praying for something, anything to cut the awkward tension that continued to fester between the two like an ugly wound.
Suddenly the PA system screeched to life, the lights in the club dimming significantly as the spotlight focused onto the stage, which now had the curtains drawn. People crowded around excitedly as a voice boomed through the speakers.
“Alright gentlemen, you’ve been waiting patiently, now here comes the main event!”
Morgyn leaned over to Adam, suspicion and curiosity beginning to spark within his belly. “What’s going on?”
Adam shrugged. “Dunno.”
The announcer paused for a brief moment as the crowd began to murmur amongst themselves. “Tonight features a special little number he wrote just for you. So get out your wallets, and give a warm welcome to Dionysus’s favorite demonic darling, Star Boy!”
The crowd went wild as the curtains retreated to the wings, the spotlight brightening as a tall, thin-looking figure was revealed to the audience, obscured by fake smoke and shadow. Morgyn’s attention was grabbed by all the commotion, and he watched as the figure slowly made their way through the smoke, and into the spotlight. A faint piano tune came into earshot, and the figure slowly, elegantly emerged from the hazy fog surrounding the stage.
He was a boy, tall, slender, and tan, with beautiful sienna skin that glittered under the spotlight like liquid bronze. His makeup was vibrant, dramatic and flamboyant, with his lips a beautiful peach color that had this glossy, jelly-like sheen. His eyes were a striking magenta that pierced through to your soul, and were only complimented by the pink eyeshadow that surrounded the shape of his eye. Morgyn watched with bated breath as this boy stepped forward, the slit of the strapless black evening dress giving way for one beautifully sculpted leg. The men crowding around the stage followed it with their eyes as if they were dogs leering at a bone, yet he seemed to revel at their impulsive nature. Morgyn watched as he strutted forward, tiptoeing across the stage in time with the piano just to tease the boys below. Morgyn was stunned by his stage presence, almost mesmerized by the way he seemed to grab that audience by the collar, and make them watch. As he grabbed the microphone, Morgyn managed to catch a whiff of his perfume through the thick miasma of cigarette smoke and alcohol. For a moment, he felt as though he had been enchanted by some sort of spell; The aroma of starflower and apple blossoms flooded his nose, making him feel almost drunk off of it. This boy was beautiful, damn near divine in Morgyn's eyes, but what really cemented his near angelic presence, was when he started to sing.
The boy took the microphone stand in hand, caressing gently like one would a lover as he took a moment to look over the crowd. He smiled faintly at their cheers of adoration and whistles of lust. There was this twinkle in his eye that Morgyn scarcely saw in most performers nowadays. He watched as the boy opened his mouth taking a small breath before a sweet melodic tune rang from his lips.
And it was the most beautiful melody Morgyn had ever heard.
His voice was smooth, lilted and sweet, a perfect mix of masculine and feminine. His timbre light and sweet, but the pitch itself lowered and confident. It created this striking androgyny that only left you wanting more of him. A hush fell over the crowd, all eyes zeroed in on Star Boy as he began slowly walking down the stage catwalk. While the other dancers that came before all had a decent amount of skill, this boy managed to enchant the crowd in a way Morgyn had only seen once before. He couldn’t help but lean forward, elbows resting on the table as his eyes stayed glued to the boy onstage, and for a moment, this once dead man walking had this spark of life in his eyes that Adam hadn’t seen since his college days.
A smirk fell over Adam’s lips as he observed his friend, watching him with the confidence of someone who finally earned his ‘I told you so’ card.
“So, took a liking to Star Boy, did you?”
Morgyn’s eyes never left the stage as Adam was talking to him. His fingers gripped the back of the booth as he continued to watch the spectacle on stage. “Adam, are you seeing what I’m seeing?”
He scoffed. “A chance to get you laid?”
Morgyn waved him off. “No, not that. You want to know what I’m seeing?” A subtle, almost mad grin crossed his face as he pointed in Star Boy’s direction. “I’m seeing a fucking gold mine.”
Disappointment quickly cast its shadow over Adam’s expression. He sighed heavily, slumping back in his seat as he brought a hand to his forehead. “Morgyn-”
Morgyn broke his eyes away from the stage for a brief moment as he nearly leapt over the table leaning across it and into Adam’s personal bubble. “No, no- Adam you don’t understand. This kid, has the potential to become a goddamn siren. I mean, look at him-”
Morgyn gestured back over to the stage, where this boy was leaning down to slip a single into a guy’s mouth while he continued to sing.
“Most candidates I see barely have enough confidence to audition,” Morgyn continued with the intensity of a man possessed. “This kid has them eating out of the palm of his fucking hand. I can take him,” Morgyn paused, licking his lips as his eyes shot back over to Star Boy. “And forge him into something unstoppable.”
Adam crossed his arms, glowering slightly. “Does everything have to be about work with you?”
“It does when Victoria is threatening to fire me unless I bring some fresh meat to the table,” Morgyn countered as he subtly gestured towards Star Boy once again. “That kid is going places.”
Adam scoffed. “Well, good luck with that. Now that I think about it, I've heard his name before."
Morgyn paused. "You have?"
Adam nodded. "Mhm. Apparently he's got some kind of cult following around here. Last I heard, the owner has him under lock and key. Apparently this kid’s his golden goose.”
Morgyn blinked, heart sinking at Adam's words. “What?”
Adam nodded. “Yep. Owner’s got him under contract, a good one.”
Morgyn inhaled through his teeth, seething as he hissed, “Fuck-
Adam nodded. “Yup.”
However, that didn’t seem to deter Morgyn much, as he went back to watching Star Boy from afar. “I can't- I can’t just leave him here, Adam. I need to at least talk to the kid. Does he take clients?
Adam shrugged. “Probably. Kid like that’s gonna cost you some major chips tho.”
Morgyn waved him off. “chips aren’t an issue. I don’t care if I have to sell my soul to this kid- I’m getting him under contract.”
Adam shook his head at Morgyn’s enthusiasm. “Jesus, I don’t know who’s worse at this point. You or the owner.”
“Oh fuck off,” Morgyn spat. “At least with me, he won't have to waste his life sucking guys off for pocket change.”
That little comment earned a small laugh from Adam. It’s been forever and a day since he’d heard Morgyn get that vulgar. It was an unexpected, although quite welcome change. “Okay, you got me there. But do me a favor and at least try to get some head before you leave.”
Morgyn didn’t seem to really catch what Adam was saying as he started rising from his seat, not breaking eye contact with the stage as he watched Jasper walk off. “Uh huh, yeah sure. Just…stay here. I’ll be back.”
Adam watched as Morgyn quickly abandoned the booth once the show came to an end, moving with a sense of urgency and determination Adam rarely saw outside the office. As much as Adam liked to tease, it was refreshing to see his friend spark back to life like that. He didn’t bother chasing after him, instead choosing to steal his half drank whiskey tumbler as he observed the rest of the crowd, hoping he could spot someone, preferably a lady, he could dance with.
Morgyn steps out into the cool night air of Dionysus after his less than ideal exit to the club. Having just finished his conversation with Jasper, and being abandoned by Adam, he finds himself alone inside the neon jungle that is, Dionysus.
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