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1 (VOID)

You never realize how many people come onstage in a club until you're on that list, right at the end.
We were at New Rock, a place that only lived up to its name in the form of punk kids who came to see the punk bands and the rare stranger who'd only come to get trashed at the bar to the rebellious sound of teenage angst. My nails were short, freshly painted black, and my eyeliner was on fucking point, my jeans had just the right amount of holes, which was good despite the one hole near my dick. Although according to my best friend, the chicks would love to see my dick in these striped red-black underwear. My best friend obviously had no idea that I'm gay, nor did he bother to ask, because I'd successfully managed to fuck Jamia Nelson just yesterday.
I say successfully, but she was pretty disappointed when I couldn't get it up and when I had said another guy's name in my attempts to actually go through with it.
I shivered then, but the guy whose name I'd belted out was sitting across from the room, staring at me as if I were completely naked and beckoning him over with one hand while the other held my dick, jerking myself off to show off my extreme gratitude to him for the visions of him that'd gotten me through the previous night.
I wasn't really, I had my head buried in a shot of vodka,waiting for them to call my band.
It'd been an hour, and they weren't even close to us.
I considered dropping the gig and leaving, but that was when Gerard stood up and walked over, and my fuck-buddy Isaac had discovered the hole in my jeans.
He'd been rambling and I'd held eye contact with Gerard the entire time.
Don't get me wrong, Isaac was a rad guy...
He had bleached blonde hair, an almost white shade that reminded me of snow or the sterile white of a hospital. His teeth were just as white, clashing beautifully with his tan skin and the black clothes he wore that he was so fond of. I didn't love him, he was just so aesthetically and physically pleasing that I could never imagine letting him go.
"Baby?"
I looked up, Isaac's soft voice pulling me from my trance. He had an accent, but I could never quite figure it out.
"Yeah?" I replied, my eyes meeting his.
He smiled, his teeth shining in the dim lights of the club.
"Dance with me, love." He giggled, his bare shoulders shaking as his fingers rubbed against my boxers. "I'll make sure you're exhausted enough to consider going home sooner.." Russian. He was Russian, how could I have forgotten?
My hand pulled his away, and I kissed his knuckles as if he were some sort of royalty.
"Of course, my little tiger."
His brown eyes twinkled, another giggle erupting from him. I stood, pulling him with me as Gerard froze at a table barely six feet away. He looked angry.