Moonshine - Damiano David

I

VALENCIA DE LÉON
spain

"What the hell Lydia, I'm so not wearing this to dinner?" I mutter into the phone as I look at myself in the hotel mirror.

"Why not? It's hot and you'll definitely catch some eyes." Laughter is heard from the other end and I can't help but loudly groan and lean my head against the wall.

"I look like a hooker, Lyd, like a fucking hooker. I've worn this outfit for 2 minutes tops and I've already flashed my nipples four times!" I say and look down at my boobs only to see that it's slipping again.

"Yeah yeah whatever, I'm sure you're just exaggerating, but you can change if you'd like. Just come down here as soon as possible, don't be too late now." Lydia giggles before ending the call, leaving me to let out a inhumane growl.

If only sweatpants was an option.

Peeling the black leather material of my body I look over to the wardrobe where numerous outfits had been organized. Some absolutely  stunning and some that don't belong in my wardrobe at all.

Picking out the blue-grey suit and a white bralette I put them on and pair it together with a pair of white disco boots and look myself in the mirror.

I study the top and try to ignore the insecurities of my chest being on display. Even though the top is slightly see-through it won't leave me with a bigger number of nip slips than boys I've kissed, not that there has been many...

I jump up and down and do a little dancey dance before I decide to trust the top. On my way out I grab my phone and the hotel keycard and head towards the elevator.

Realizing that I'm about to be late I rush towards the elevator and smile to myself when the elevator already is at my floor. I enter the grey box and start to text Lydia, just as the doors are about to close a cry rings out.

"Please hold!" A heavy accented voice yells out, maybe Italian?

On instinct I shove my boot into the small space between the moving doors and they open again. I look up to meet a thankful man with long black hair, Jesus Christ it looks silky.

I smile back as he enters, another three people entering behind him. All wearing matching black suits, black eye makeup and chains and I can't help but feel jealous of the blonde boy's eyeshadow.

"Sorry, I'm Ethan," The guy with silky hair introduces himself and I shake his hand.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Valencia." I say and move on to gorgeous girl beside him.
"Victoria, and this is Thomas and Damiano." She greets, but instead of shaking hands she gives me a slight hug which I gladly accept.

Greeting Thomas with a handshake, I am just about to greet the last man when I look into his eyes. Probably the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen, his chiseled face holding a slight smirk with his hair messily slicked back.

"Damiano." His raspy voice says and as our hands meet I shiver. His hands warm but the rings on his fingers cold. I nod and smile back before retreating.

"I guess you're here for Eurovision too?" Victoria asks and I nod.

"Yeah, here for Spain. You?"

"The whole band is here to represent It-.." before she can fully respond the doors open and we are met by the loud chatter and laughter coming from the dinner hall and a shout coming from Lydia.

"There you are hooker girl, or should I call you nips since-" before she can continue I've exited the elevator and interrupted her.

"Nice to see you too, Lydia." I say with fake enthusiasm as she hugs me, burying my face in her long black hair, smelling the scent of lavender.

Looking back I notice the group has left and I can't help but feel a little disappointed, they seemed nice enough to become friends with.

"Took you long enough to get here." She teases as we fall into step with one another and walk to the hall.

"Oh, shut it."

"No can do, because I have som info for you. The rest of the crew is at the table and we sit towards the back. We share a table with Italy, they're here with a band, I forgot their name, something about moons or planets. But I've heard they're hot." I roll my eyes at that as Lydia keeps on rambling on.

"We should be done here by at least nine o'clock and then we just have to confirm with Diana about the schedule tomorrow and we'll be done for the night." She smiles.

"Sounds good." I confirm and watch as we near the table.

As I look at the surroundings I can't help but be in awe. The high ceilings and paintings making it look expensive and almost ancient.

"Here we are."

I look up at the table and as I meet the eyes of a certain man with tattoos I realize I'm in for a long night.