𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓

Chapter 14

Mother Knows Best

Chapter Fourteen

Sodom and Gomorrah

Sodom and Gomorrah, as Draco came to find, was very much appropriately named. Separated in two, while the club itself was technically just Gomorrah, the back room was Sodom, and anyone with half a brain could guess what it was used for. The two story building was situated in downtown Merlin, ironically on the corner of Judas Avenue. Flocks of people from all walks of life were lined up around the alley, anxious to get in and envious of the ones who already were. Having arrived earlier than most, he and Potter currently fit into the 'already in' variety.

After over two hours of leisurely viewing various paintings and photographs at Eighth & Rail, Draco had been quite caught up in explaining the key difference between an amateur shot and a professional shot, and basically criticizing everything in general, when he noticed that Potter was starting to seem a little anxious. He asked questions and looked generally interested in what the blond was saying, but Draco could see he was having difficulty keeping still. Despite this, however, the raven said nothing and after a while Draco had to assume it was out of courtesy on his behalf. He wasn't quite ready to leave, but suggested they did anyway, thinking it sort of sweet that Potter would choose to indulge him instead of speaking up.

They had taken a taxi, something Draco objected to firmly at first because it was so plebeian, but Potter just laughed at him, responsibly stating that his godfather had agreed to take his bike back to the Academy for him and that he didn't want to be arrested for DUI. The cab ride only lasted about twenty minutes, (-"Can't this thing go any faster? The speed limit is thirty, why are you only going twenty-five? God, these seats are disgusting, don't you ever have them cleaned?"-) taking them deeper into a more congested part of downtown Merlin that Draco had never seen before. Potter overpaid the affronted taxi driver in apology for Draco's constant antagonizing behavior and a ten minute walk later, the ground was pulsating beneath their feet as the stood at the entrance of Sodom and Gomorrah.

Even after witnessing it first hand, Draco still had no idea how Potter had managed to get in without being carded. He knew the raven had a fake ID on him, but it was hardly needed because the relatively young-looking bouncer hadn't even so much as a raised eyebrow at him. Draco supposed it had something to do with the sanctimoniously disinterested look he had planted firmly in place as they had approached the door, looking for all the world that he hadn't cared whatsoever whether they got in or not. It was a perfected looked that could only be achieved through tons of practice, Draco knew, having several masks of his own personally.

Unlike Potter, Draco had been carded, and since he didn't have a fake ID, he had been forced to use his real one and rely completely on his name. Easily concealing his apprehension, he had handed it over confidently. He suspected Potter knew all along that this would happen, because he didn't look surprised in the slightest when the bouncer saw the name Malfoy, translated it correctly as extremely loaded, then took a second look at Draco, who rolled his eyes, tapping his foot impatiently like the spoiled rich kid he was until the bouncer smirked in amusement and let him passed.

True to form, Draco showed no appreciation for this, giving the impression that he was mildly irritated for having been made to wait even a second, and Potter had chuckled at his 'thou shall never refuse a Malfoy' performance as they entered the building after paying and receiving their red S&G; stamps.

Draco had been feeling pretty cocky until he actually saw what Sodom and Gomorrah was like on the inside. The air was incredibly thick and he didn't think he had ever seen so many people packed so closely in one place before, moving in tandem with the 'thump-a thump-a' of the club. The first thing he noticed (aside from the men wearing next to nothing and dancing on podiums, of course) were the laser lights that Potter had mentioned before. Making the room look even darker than it seemed, they were spiraling in time with the music in every color of the rainbow, blinking off and on and sporadically lighting up the random faces of those in the swarm of collected bodies on the transparent platform raised two steps off the floor and the flimsy-looking flight of steps looking over the dance floor like a balcony.