Reckless

Strength

Tommy-

The normally-thrumming music of Leather was nearly silent as Tommy stepped through its doors. The place was busy. Most of the chairs and couches spread about were already full of Dominants, their submissives either on their laps or glued to their sides if they weren't getting drinks from the bar.

There were very few unclaimed, and the ones that were weren't people Tommy liked to associate with. He didn't miss the suggestive looks they gave him, though, or the heavier hungry ones from the doms. Both sides knew he was a switch, even if he was dressed as a dominant for the evening.

Making his way to the bar, he managed to snag a seat that had just been vacated.

"Same as always, Tom?" The bartender asked, even as he began making the drink.

Tommy just nodded and took the glass when the bartender slid it over to him. The alcohol burned going down, but it also helped wash away some of the stress he'd been holding in the past several weeks.

Dealing with Jana is exhausting. He thought.

He wasn't upset at the man for making his job harder. It was honestly a relief when he was assigned a 'unmanageable' inmate. He loved challenges, but when he saw that Jana wasn't so much a challenge as someone that simply needed looked after, it became something more. To him, at least, they were somewhat friends.

Sure he'd been on the receiving end of a few punches and more than a couple perverted innuendos, but Jana wasn't a bad guy at heart. He'd just had his heart torn apart when he was younger and couldn't put it back together by himself. He'd seen such damage before, though he had never been able to actually find the person underneath all of the scars.

You didn't. Domino did.

The thought was souring to his already poor mood. He'd tried so hard to befriend the man. Then, when he realized that it was likely impossible, he did his best to take away some of the stresses of prison life on him. Jana had done a little better without handcuffs or a weapon pointed at him all the time, but he hadn't really changed.

"Excuse me."

Before he could even lift his eyes to the person suddenly beside him, Tommy felt his backside being nudged slightly off the seat. The barstools were decently big, but he still would have preferred to have the whole seat and not have to put some of his weight on his left foot, where it was forced to rest on one of the step bars of the stool.

He looked up to glare at the man, eyes narrowed, when he immediately closed his mouth. His lips clamped together into a straight line, making Christopher give a deep chuckle.

"Glad to see me, hm?" He joked as he caught a glass that the bartender slid over to him.

Christopher was a regular, too, but they had never really interacted. Tommy watched him at random times, and felt his eyes on him on rare occasions, but that was the extent of their meetings in the club. It wasn't a surprise to see that Christopher was dressed in a pair of snug black pants and a partial shirt made out of leather and netting. Normally subs were the only ones who could pull off netting, in his opinion, but he couldn't say it didn't look amazing on the man. He held himself in such a way that it was impossible to see Christopher as a submissive to anyone.

Not even the super burly doms would dare try to make him submit to them.

"I didn't know you knew Christopher..."

Turning his attention to the bartender, Tommy frowned, then looked back toward Christopher. Only, the man wasn't there. He looked back to the bartender, who's name was Mick, and shrugged. "New guy at my work."