A/N: While I was (supposed to be) working on my French homework, I decided I wanted to write a club scene. So I wrote a club scene. Sort of drabble-ish, though it's not exactly one hundred words.
Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, smoking, the works. Very minimal MxM.
Disclaimer: Don't own.
It's just a club.
Mello tries to remember that as he breathes in the smoke and alcohol-sweet air, his heart pounding, his eyes unfocused. He watches the dancers, bodies and sweat mingling, keeping time to the never-ending beat of the too-loud bass. He tries to stay sober, for his own sake. But the drink in his hand is cold, the music is good, and Matt's hand on his thigh is a little too conspicuous to ignore.
Matt flashes him a smile, and Mello has to stop and catch his breath so that he won't find himself floating away.
It's just a club.
Suddenly, Matt's latching on to him, and he's being dragged on to the dance floor, drink forgotten at the bar. Warm hands find his lips and he's moving, moving, keeping time to the music that's slowly drowning out his thoughts. As they move closer, pressed together, Mello tries to remember, even though all he wants to do is forget.
It's just a club.
But when Matt kisses him, in the middle of the dance floor, with the bodies swaying and the music blasting and the bodies churning, it stops being just a club.
It's a heaven.
