Book 4: Remembering Scars {BoyxBoy}

Chapter 12

Pandora's Pride was louder than Gil had expected, despite the fact it was a strip club. With the VIP pass he'd found in Sebastian's coat pocket, the bouncer let him enter the bar before anyone else. It was nerve wracking, showing the guy the card, because he was afraid he may recognize him as not "Vampire", not Sebastian, but either the guy was new or didn't really care, because he took one look at it before jabbing a thumb at the door.

A few people in line cursed, several colorfully homosexual men shrieked, but Gil blocked them out as he headed inside, holding the edges of his coat together as he stepped into the havoc. The music was blaring, but it wasn't dubstep or rap like Gil had assumed would be playing. Instead it mixed between X Ambassadors, Ellie Goulding, All Time Low, and other upbeat music that Gil recognized because of some of the stuff Sebastian would play.

He inched his way further into the bar, looking around quickly, trying to spot.... he didn't really know. He didn't even know why he came. It was the only lead he had on where Sebastian could be, but there weren't as many people in the bar as he thought there would be. Maybe it was just VIP access that night.

Gil noticed a group of men in business suits in one booth, a small group of men and women dancing, one man sitting in a booth at the far end of the room, but it was lifted up, the steps leading to it were covered in red velvet, and the booth itself looked different, with more cushion. Gil assumed he was the owner. What did Sebastian call him in his journal? Caesar? Yea, that was it, like the Roman emperor, or the salad.

Gil took a few more steps into the room, not looking, because the next moment he bumped into someone who smelt like vanilla and licorice, and looked up to see a man with tight jeans, no shirt, and an oiled up tan chest. His hair looked like it was dyed silver, and his eyes were pale blue. His eyes themselves reminded Gil of a ghost, and he took a wary step back as they eyed him curiously.

"You're not a regular," the man stated, and Gil blushed, his anxiety kicking up from the fear he'd been found out.

"I-I-I.... I-I'm l-looking for s-someone," he stuttered, and the man arched up an eyebrow.

"Oh? Who?"

"Uh...," he didn't know who. He couldn't exactly ask for Sebastian, or Avery. He could ask for "Vampire" in hopes that he'd be there, but... he perked up when something Camilla had said came to mind, "J-Jewel?"

The man's eyes flashed to an expression of uncertainty, and he tipped his head up before looking towards the stage, nodding, "Bit busy at the moment, but you're welcome to wait," Gil relaxed and nodded, looking over at the stage only for his eyes to bug and his jaw to drop in utter shock.

The boy on the stage couldn't have been nineteen! His hair was a dark assortment of colors that all glowed under the bright florescent lighting of the disco ball, and even from the distance Gil could see his pale lavender eyes, accented with thick black eyeliner that fanned out like a cat's eye, with gold shadow dusted over each eyelid. His skin was just the right dusting of dark and light, not as dark as the man beside Gil, but not as pale as Jaimie's skin was.

He was wearing tight clothes, a cropped shirt that hugged his chest and hid just enough, but showed his toned stomach perfectly, and the glittering diamond pierced through his naval. Instead of sleeves, the shirt had straps that dipped over his shoulders and instead hung at his biceps, strands of gold layering down from them.

The jeans her wore were tight fit to his body, leaving nothing to the imagination, with rips and tears all up the front of each leg, the hem dipping low on his hips, just shy of revealing a bit too much. There were piercings on his bottom lip, his nose, and all up both ears, and the bare parts of his body that were showing had a thin layer of glitter that seemed to illuminate his dark skin even more.