Since it wasn't his weekend with Malory, James didn't really have a lot going on. A fellow of his age and temperament wasn't really the type to go to clubs and certain types of bars (like college bars). But there was this one little hole-in-the-wall place in a sketchy part of town he enjoyed. It had Strongbow on tap.
That's not what he was drinking tonight, though. He was tipping back some whiskey when he caught a glimpse out the bar's front window of... The glass was immediately set on the bar, James' brows drawn. It couldn't be. It must be a mistake because he's had the kid on his mind lately.
For a few minutes, he did nothing, trying to push the thought from his mind. A good kid like that wouldn't be in a neighborhood like this, at this time of night, going into that place. But it gnawed on his brain, so he finally finished his drink, huffed out a breath, and paid his tab.
James was sure he was wrong. Probably just someone with a similar build since he hadn't really gotten a good look, his brain was just filling in the gaps. But he knew he'd be thinking about it all weekend if he didn't go verify it for himself. So he tugged on his coat and stepped out into the night to cross the street for the Rainbow Lounge.
Don't get him wrong. He has no problem with sex work or sex workers. It's just the environment that leaves some people trapped in that lifestyle that's the issue. So he wasn't embarrassed or ashamed about heading into the club. It wasn't much nicer inside than out, but the flashy lights and, of course, half-naked men dancing around easily distracted from ugly carpet and a little dinge.
James' eyes swept through the room, not lingering in any one place too long lest he attract any unwanted attention... He wasn't here to spend money, after all. And then he saw him. The person he was sure he saw in that alleyway... the person who was most definitely his best student... mostly naked and doing something untoward to that pole...
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That's not what he was drinking tonight, though. He was tipping back some whiskey when he caught a glimpse out the bar's front window of... The glass was immediately set on the bar, James' brows drawn. It couldn't be. It must be a mistake because he's had the kid on his mind lately.
For a few minutes, he did nothing, trying to push the thought from his mind. A good kid like that wouldn't be in a neighborhood like this, at this time of night, going into that place. But it gnawed on his brain, so he finally finished his drink, huffed out a breath, and paid his tab.
James was sure he was wrong. Probably just someone with a similar build since he hadn't really gotten a good look, his brain was just filling in the gaps. But he knew he'd be thinking about it all weekend if he didn't go verify it for himself. So he tugged on his coat and stepped out into the night to cross the street for the Rainbow Lounge.
Don't get him wrong. He has no problem with sex work or sex workers. It's just the environment that leaves some people trapped in that lifestyle that's the issue. So he wasn't embarrassed or ashamed about heading into the club. It wasn't much nicer inside than out, but the flashy lights and, of course, half-naked men dancing around easily distracted from ugly carpet and a little dinge.
James' eyes swept through the room, not lingering in any one place too long lest he attract any unwanted attention... He wasn't here to spend money, after all. And then he saw him. The person he was sure he saw in that alleyway... the person who was most definitely his best student... mostly naked and doing something untoward to that pole...