Post by DeadboyJonah on Dec 23, 2010 14:42:00 GMT -5
The lights were bright in the club. He walked through the crowds panting, already having a good time. No one would believe him if he told them he went out to places like this by himself, and he was in no risk of any one from his home finding out anyway; after all no one but him came to this place. At least thats what he liked to hope. He hoped that every time he came here to have fun that no one he knew from school would be there to recognize him if they could with how he was dressed.
In school he dressed plainly, t-shirt and jacket with blue jeans and red converse. Not even his best friend knew what was deeper in his closet, behind all the plain baggy clothes. Currently he had his black converse on, frayed black skinny jeans with a studded lime green belt and a tight, white tanktop overlapped by an unbuttoned black dress shirt that had white design stitching on it; said design glowing in the black light like his shirt. Gel bracelets adorning his wrists matched his bluegreen eyes and black painted nails. Said eyes were made more noticeable with eyeliner, lips shined a bit with the liquid lip stuff he had, kinda like liquid chapstick that tasted like cherry. All in all he looked rather cute and smelled of nice cologne.
His slightly pudgy build gave way to slight soft curves but otherwise he was still noticeably male. Besides, it was an average amount of body fat from his love of fast food, he was still in great shape and still on the skinny side...just sort of soft as his mother liked to say. God if she saw him now shed probably feint.
Taking yet another invite to dance from a handsome stranger Clyde could only smile and agree, he loved to dance, a small fact no one would guess at. And he was quite good he liked to think. And so, when Ke$ha's 'Take it off' came on he was more then happy to get close and sweaty with the stranger. He never went home with his dance partners and had no reason to start, he just liked having fun. The whole time he danced to the song he never noticed the pair of eyes watching him. Maybe if hed noticed he would have recognized them. Maybe.
In school he dressed plainly, t-shirt and jacket with blue jeans and red converse. Not even his best friend knew what was deeper in his closet, behind all the plain baggy clothes. Currently he had his black converse on, frayed black skinny jeans with a studded lime green belt and a tight, white tanktop overlapped by an unbuttoned black dress shirt that had white design stitching on it; said design glowing in the black light like his shirt. Gel bracelets adorning his wrists matched his bluegreen eyes and black painted nails. Said eyes were made more noticeable with eyeliner, lips shined a bit with the liquid lip stuff he had, kinda like liquid chapstick that tasted like cherry. All in all he looked rather cute and smelled of nice cologne.
His slightly pudgy build gave way to slight soft curves but otherwise he was still noticeably male. Besides, it was an average amount of body fat from his love of fast food, he was still in great shape and still on the skinny side...just sort of soft as his mother liked to say. God if she saw him now shed probably feint.
Taking yet another invite to dance from a handsome stranger Clyde could only smile and agree, he loved to dance, a small fact no one would guess at. And he was quite good he liked to think. And so, when Ke$ha's 'Take it off' came on he was more then happy to get close and sweaty with the stranger. He never went home with his dance partners and had no reason to start, he just liked having fun. The whole time he danced to the song he never noticed the pair of eyes watching him. Maybe if hed noticed he would have recognized them. Maybe.