Heaven is a place on earth

1- Ice eyes on the dancefloor

  Feliciano was sat on a chair in his brothers room, looking at the other as Lovino rummaged through his very unorganized closet aggressively.
"I cant find a single thing to wear tonight, im screwed." He ran a hand through his hair, continuing to sift through the hangers. Them clicking against eachother.

"Fratello its just a club." He started softly, "You've been to them before, and all your clothes look fine." He stretched in the chair, it starting to hurt his back. They'd been there for an hour, Lovino just saying that he needed to quickly get dressed. He knew he liked to look nice but still. Happy hour was probably already over. Which he was probably more bummed about then anything.

Lovino just scoffed, grabbing a white ruffled shirt and black pants. Starting to get changed. And of course it was the outfit he'd had available to him for the last hour and just dismissed for no reason. Because of course it was. But Feliciano wouldn't dare to touch on that subject. He was already dressed, as he'd been while waiting for Lovino to make up his mind.

Lovino patted his pants, making sure he had everything he needed "okay wallet, keys, we're good." He grabbed some regular dress shoes tying them then sighing. "You ready?" He asked, Feliciano raising an eyebrow slightly, smiling a bit. "Been ready...." Lovino shook his head at him and closed his closet door, "let's go then.' The redhead followed him out of the room and house getting into the car. Collapsing the sun viser to check the purple glitter under his eyes he applied in the mirror.

"You know they'll think youre weird right?" Lovino questioned giving him a glance while putting his keys in Feliciano just sighing softly, "its a gay bar, there is a good chance other people will be wearing something similar on their face. I heard this place has pretty note worthy people there." Lovino thought for a second, he could see that being the case so he dropped it. He was just hoping that it wouldn't be like the other clubs he'd went too, boring, tasteless, smelly, and mostly creepy men you would never trust to watch your drink.

As Lovino started to drive, Feliciano looked out his window. His eyes being filled by luminescent lights and billboards. There really was no sleep in the city. People brushed around eachother on the side walk, trusting the lights to fill others eyes too. So they could be safe. It was an odd sense of security he wasn't comfortable with, this was the worst neighborhood pretty much anywhere. You would never catch him walking here alone at night. Maybe he was a wimp, maybe he was smart. Most people didnt care to share.

Feliciano shifted his gaze to the road infront of him on the passengers side, the shine of the city lights reflecting on his brothers face as they drove, him feeling the mix of nervousness and excitement he knew too well while trying new things.

The drive was short, a simple 5 minutes before they arrived. Feliciano straightening up in his seat looking at the building. They'd passed it before not really knowing what it was, until they were told by a friend about it. It was a conservative looking red brick building with black lined windows. A sign on the door that glew as much as everything else. He could see lights flashing out of the ends of the curtains draped over those sane windows. A good sign this place wasn't as cheap as the others they'd been too.

"Uhm hello? Get out of my car." Lovino said, staring at him as his door was half open waiting for the other to get out. Feliciano just shot him a smile, pressing the lock down on his door stepping out, the other repeating this action. They both walked up to the building, the sign on the door saying 'bluejem club and cocktail.' Which sure got a laugh from Lovino, him thinking it was the dumbest thing hed ever heard, Feliciano indifferent.

The man stepped in, purple light shining down on everything, even the bar. A large dancefloor on the left corner of the room, seats and couches on the right. It definitely didnt look bad, smelling like a mix of of pine sol and some type of fruit. A bartender smiled at them, raising a hand as a quick hello. Lovino didn't seem to hate it, if he did he wouldve said something. Instead he was quiet, soaking it in before walking to one of the chairs sitting down along with Feli. The place wasn't quite packed, but did have a good amount of people to where you could hear theur conversations mix into a pile of collective gibberish. 

"Not too bad, drinks are probably shit though." His brother mumbled causing him to tap his knee, not about to have his brother be a downer and just choose to not like it. "Oh come on Lovi. This place looks great and not half as sketchy as the others!" He said over the music, not hearing all of what the other said, but knowing by his face he was complaining about something.

Feliciano got up, leaning down to the others height as he was in his chair. "Ill go get us some drinks okay? You just have fun." He walked off, going up to the bartender ordering a shot each. Not wanting to get anything but tipsy because they had to drive home. It probably wasn't a good idea in the first place, but he didn't have the energy to care. He took the shots walking back to his brother, handing him one as he downed his cringing slightly afterwards at the sting. 

Lovino sighed, "you didn't even grab something to wash it down it with?" He criticized, downing his making a "uck." Sound, not being much of a fan of the burn either. The music seemed to beem off the walls, though at pretty much the perfect volume so that it drowned out others without beung too loud for coversatins of your own.

They sat for awhile, Feliciano wanting to go up and dance, thinking it would be more fun then just sitting there. He walked up onto the slightly raised platform, a song playing as the lights changed from the passive purple to a bright red. There were alot of people on there compared to the ones just sitting on the sidelines.

Feliciano danced carefully,  not trying to step on anyones foot or bump into them. Just feeling the music as his heart beat seemed to sync with the fast paced beat. The new red lighting which was an eyestrain, making his glitter look black.

He must of been feeling it too much, him soon accidently backing up too far stepping on the back of a guys foot. The italian quickly whipped around at the same time as the other man. "Im so sorry about that!' He said over the music, the Blonde just staring back at him looking annoyed. 'Wait a second..' He thought, he had to know him, or seen him somewhere. "Wait, i swear i recognize you. Did you go to highcrest highschool?" Feliciano asked the man.

The man raised an eyebrow, his demeanor changing to soften a little "yes actually I did. You're Feliciano right?" Feli breathed a sigh of relief, so glad he actually knew him or that would be very awkward. "Yes. I am. I feel bad cause i cant quite remember your name...." He looked up at him apologetically, Ludwig giving him a look of amusement. "Its Ludwig."

Feliciano chucked at that, looking him up and down. He had changed alot from what he looked like back then, his face being the only thing that really stayed the same. Feliciano watched as he turned around about to do his own thing, and leave it like that. "Wait...uhm.." He stood there, putting a hand on his shoulder. "We should catch up."

Ludwig turned back to face him, and gave him a mixed look but agreed, stepping to the side with him and sitting on one of the couches. "So how've you been?" Feliciano happily asked, looking back at the others ice cold blue eyes. They had a sharpness to them he just couldn't describe.

"Nothing much changed with me, I'm boring." The German said simply looking to the side, causing Feliciano to hum to himself in thought. 'Well, if you're boring why are you here? This place seems nice."

He hoped that didn't sound dumb, the other not taking it that way. "Well, I dont get a free personality or awesome career while coming here to brag about. Its just a place" he leaned back into the couch, trying to get more comfortable. Seemed like a sort of pessimistic response but Feliciano still laughed at it, "thats absolutely right." One thing good about gaybars is Feli didnt feel the need to ask before gently popping the next question, "Can I buy you a drink?"

"I wouldn't mind."

(Ahhh thank you for reading the first chapter!!! I promise I'll update this crappy story fairly often.)