Club Heterosexual (Seb, casual)

[JAMES MORIARTY EDWARDS]

Feeling inspired by an experience with a charming young man in a different club, James decided to do two of the things he enjoyed most: spending time with Sebastian and annoying the straight people of New York. He knew that Sebastian didn't think him a particularly 'hip' individual but the boy knew little about James.

For instance: he didn't know that James could dance and that he could dance well.

To prove his point and to offend some others (for chuckles mind you), James told Sebastian to get dressed up for a night out on the town but to stay relatively casual. There was going to be sweating and there was no point in wearing clothes that could be ruined by perspiration.

The club he chose was notorious for turning away gay men at the door but James was determined to get in. The bouncer was a very large, black man with full sleeve tattoos. James slid up to him with his arm around Sebastian's waist. "Sorry man, bossman doesn't want me to let no fags in," James smirked and dipped into his wallet.

"I'm sure," He pulled out a handful of twenties and passed them over. "James and..." He looked over at Sebastian and smirked wickedly. "Sabrina, for your list," The bouncer took the money and scribbled.

"Welcome to the club sir. I hope you and your gal have a good time,"

Nodding to the bouncer, James lead Sebastian inside.

[SEBASTIAN TIMOTHY MARTIN]

Sebastian had been reluctant to go out with James tonight. Normally, he didn't mind, in fact he loved every second he was in James's company. But he'd heard that the club they were going to was strictly, well... straight. Now, it didn't bother him that James swung both ways, really it didn't. But what would Sebastian look like, a blond haired blue eyed queer in purple among the throbbing bodies of the men and women of the New York night scene?

It wasn't like he didn't want to enjoy himself. On the contrary, he did. But he'd feel out of place, and he'd told James as much. He said just to leave it to him, but he wasn't so sure he trusted James enough. Well, he never really trusted James. How could he when he was a hardened criminal? Maybe he was a masochist... No, he was a masochist. There was no denying it. He was setting himself for heart break and ruin. After all, if James was ever caught, he'd be tried and convicted as an accessory, maybe even an accomplice. Jail didn't look to good for him. Not for a blonde haired, blue eyed queer.

But James was more careful than that. And he was very powerful. He wasn't too worried as they entered the club. James had always been very possessive, and rather proud, of his boyfriend, and always wanted to show him off. He suspected this was one of those nights.

He felt a little jipped at sliding by as James's "female" date, but then again, Sebastian was decked in bright purple. If he wasn't flaming tonight, he didn't know what he was.

"James, are you sure this is a good idea?!" he shouted over the loud music that pervaded his eardrums. He tried to not make it overly clear that he didn't belong here, but with James's hand placed on the small of his back, dangerously close to his bottom in a flaunting gesture, he couldn't help but feel thousands of stares upon the two of them.

[JAMES MORIARTY EDWARDS]

James was having a grand time leading Sebastian through the overly straight throngs of people. The majority of the men gave them dirty looks while the women looked on, obviously curious. James pulled Sebastian into his side, snaking his hand down the back of the boy's purple pants. Throwing a smirk at everyone who looked at them, James pulled Sebastian directly to the dance floor. James forced their way into the middle of the dance crowd, purposely standing them next to a testosterone ladden caveman and his mostly silicon date.

Spinning Sebastian around, James pressed his front to the lad's back. "Of course it's a good idea," He growled into Sebastian's ear, starting to bump and grind to the toneless music. It was a pity Sebastian was so small, they didn't fit together quite right standing up like they were.

As they danced, he made a point of meeting other's eyes. He warned them off. They wouldn't comment. They wouldn't dare.