After Dark [Sherstrade One Shot]

After Dark [Sherstrade]

The gathering of people in the Youth club was probably only a few handfuls of people. Intimate. Sherlock was very fond of the place. Good music, few people and most importantly... The boys here were gorgeous (call him shallow all you like but you'd be drooling too).

Both those in the local bands that performed live and those who came to watch said bands were beautiful and made Sherlock stare more than needed. It was a win-win situation and certainly worth the £4 entry fee.

Sherlock stands against the wall, resting against it as he held the can of cherry coke in his hand. Strict no alcohol rules as not everyone here was legally allowed to drink. Sherlock had been patted down earlier and he was glad the man hadn't found his bag of weed - not that he planned on smoking it here, he just didn't like leaving it in the house when he knew full well his nosy brother would happily root through his bedroom.

For now, music just played from the speakers as everyone waited for the next band to come out. Most people were stood in groups of three or more, laughing and already having fun. There were a few lone sharks like himself but he wasn't much interested in socialising with the groups or those with a group.

Sherlock takes a sip of his cherry flavoured drink before peering around again, taking a moment to appreciate the sight of a boy his age in tight black jeans and blue checked shirt who had gorgeous black hair that covered one eye (eye liner surrounded the one Sherlock could see). Sherlock spots a lip piercing and his rare smile appears. It drops when he sees the boy lean in and kiss the girl stood beside him.

Well, there goes any fantasy Sherlock may or may not have been forming in his mind as he watched the boy. Still... he could look.

The side door to the stage opens then and three people run on to the stage. The room quietens a little but mostly it stays noisy with the chatter of the youths here. It was the same every time and Sherlock doubted two weeks was enough time for any of these dim wits to form brain cells. They may not be major bands but they were still here to entertain. It wasn't a big ask for a bit of attention.

Sherlock moves to stand beside one of the speakers, in front of the stage, just as everyone seems to get the same idea and pushes forward, trying to get as close to the stage as possible. The teen grunts, uncomfortable with so many people close, and raises his eyebrow. He then peers up at the band that's just come out.

Are they well known in this place?

Sherlock had been coming here for just a few months and considering there's just two concerts every month, it wasn't a big surprise to Sherlock that he was yet to meet all the regular bands. He had meant it earlier when he said that this place was intimate. All the people knew each other and the band members. It was a little intimidating, really. To be such an outsider. Good thing he's used to that.

"Hey, guys!" One of the band members yells once he's approached the microphone. He's got spiked hair that's dyed a midnight black. There are spider bites in the right side of his mouth. Definitely a punky band. Pretty too.

There's a guy to his left, plugging his guitar into the system. Behind the speaker there's a guy setting up the drums with a large grin on his face.

Sherlock checks his watch. Yep, that makes sense. An hour before this place closes. They're the main attraction. That explains everyone plastering themselves to the front of the stage.

"Right, as I can hear some of you murmuring, yes, that is Greg on the drums and no, Jim anit here yet. Bastard is running late. Again." He points back at Greg. "But we all know this guy is on par with Jim's skill, right?"

The crowd cheers and Greg waves to them all. "Hey, everyone!" He laughs, leaning over to speak into the mic set up by the drums.

Sherlock's eyes lock on to the stand-in drummer and he suddenly feels the need to drool. God, he was gorgeous. He was wearing a simple white vest and black jeans, showing off his toned arms and tattoo. His dark hair hung over his forehead, almost covering one of his eyes. He looked less punk than the band member that spoke first but the look still worked for him. In fact, Sherlock thinks he looks better having kept it simple.