I walk into the room, nervously fidgeting with the collar of my tshirt.
Damn, it's hot in here.
I'd never been the kind of guy for this but I was lonely and exhausted so I wanted to try something, anything. Something that made me feel something. The door opens and I hear the club music for a second before the door shuts and the sound fades away. Footsteps. They're so slow and steady that I feel jittery just from listening to them. The door opens again, and I hear more foot steps.
Wait what? I thought it was just one-
Five men walk in, wearing half unbuttoned black shirts and suit pants. They stare and assess me for what seems like hours before one steps forward.
"Nice to meet u gang, the names shrayan, but u can call me stray," he says reaching out to shake my hand. He has a black rose tattooed on his neck, which sends chills down my stomach.
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"Call me Malla- nice to meet u as well." I try to sound confident, hoping none of them hear the quiver in my voice.
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Another one, the shortest of the five, steps forward and introduces himself as Amiyr. He looks much older than the rest, with his dad bod and haldf shaven beard.
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"Sup, good meeting u brother. My name's abraham, or Abe for short." This one is wearing small, tight shorts, unlike the others. That won't be hard to miss.
