Danny and Olivier

Part 5- Dream

Danny counted his steps as he walked up to Dream, flashing his fake ID at the bouncer.
He desperately tried to forget the record contract in his other pocket. Evan had come over later that day and had egged Danny on eagerly. But Danny was hesitant.
  Do I want to produce an album? Is that where I want to go? 
             "Danny! My man! How's high school treating you?" Sage smiled at Danny and gave Danny's fake ID back to him. 
            
             "What do you mean?" Danny feigned innocence, tucking his hands into his pockets.  "I'm twenty two. I'm not in high school anymore."
            
             "Right, Danny, right."
            
             "And my name's Paul Sherman." Danny smiled innocently. "Now can I please go in?"
            
            "Right, Danny. You're twenty two and your name is Paul Sherman. Then I'm Lady GaGa." Sage smiled and stamped Danny's hand, then thrusted a blue featherly masquerade mask at Danny.
            
             "What the hell..." Danny stared at the contraption in his hands. 
            
 "Masquerade Night, silly!" Sage waved Danny in. "Now go in there and have fun!"
            
             Danny sighed and put on the stupid mask, immediately smelling cheap plastic. A burst of cold air hit him once he entered the fancy club, enveloping his senses with the smell of sweat and alcohol. He passed the crowded dance floor and squinted as the bright blue, red, and green disco lights spun about, beaming light into the dark club.
            
 Danny walked to the bar immediately and lifted his finger. "One," he squinted against the light.
He watched the Coors Beer sign flash crazily, until he couldn’t take it and reached over to turn it off.
             A beer jug immediately slid down the bar then, and he picked it up quickly and took a big, satisfying gulp. He winced as the beer burned his throat, the bubbly concoction familiar to him.
             One beer. One isn’t going to hurt me, right? I mean, it’s not like I’ll get drunk with just one beer.
             Danny took another sip. Then another. Until all he saw was the bottom of his empty beer jug.
             Hehe. Beer jugs are cool. Aren’t they pretty? I like beer!
             He lifted his finger again at the bartender and ordered a vodka shot. He threw some money down on the counter, then downed his vodka. He felt his shoulders loosen as he lifted yet another finger, watching as the red concoction slid down his way.
             It’s only a little vodka. It’s not going to kill me, right?
             Danny felt like he was floating in space as he downed his fourth shot and looked out at the dance floor, listening to a Black Eyed Peas remix come up. He slid out into the dance floor and felt like his head was in the clouds.
             “Hi,” he smiled at the guy with the purple masquerade mask next to him, immediately picking up on his dance pattern. Danny moved closer and began grinding on him. The guy in the purple masquerade mask smiled and moved closer to Danny.
             Danny danced an inch away from the purple masquerade mask, seducing him with his eyes. “Do you want to go off?” Danny slurred, taking hold of the purple masquerade mask’s hand.
             Hehe. His hand is warm. I like it.
             The guy in the purple mask smiled and nodded, and Danny led him to the back, where the bathrooms were. He immediately pushed the purple masquerade mask against the wall and stuck his tongue down his throat.
             God, I must taste like alcohol, Danny giggled to himself. Alcohol. I like alcohol.
             Danny threw his head back and laughed, tightening his grips on purple masquerade guy’s thin hips. He liked how they just clicked, their tongues quickly battling each other. The guy with the purple mask tightened his grip around Danny’s shoulders, enjoying the feel of his arms.
             “I must…I must taste like vodka…” Danny broke apart their kiss. Danny giggled at his words, showcasing his white teeth. “Do…do I taste like al-alcohol? Do I?” He laughed drunkedly as the guy in the purple masquerade mask laughed along with Danny, watching him giggle.
             “Yes, you taste like vodka.” The guy wiped his lips off as Danny’s ears immediately perked up. “You’re funny.” The purple masquerade mask smiled at how cute Danny was. 
             That voice. Danny immediately sobered up. Oh my fucking god. Shit shit shit shit.
             Danny nervously let his eyes wander to the boy’s ears, where indeed, there was a very, very familiar shiny blue hearing aid.
             Oh shit.
             Danny felt his stomach gurgle. “Uh, Oli…”
             Danny hunched over and threw up all over someone’s poor feet, feeling his stomach empty. He felt cold as his own puke lined his shirt, and he shuddered.
             “Oh my God.” Olivier looked at Danny’s blue mask. “Danny?”
             “I…I gotta go!” Danny stumbled drunkedly over a couple making out and ran out into the dark, cold night. Alone.